Sunday, May 27, 2007

It is written.

The lord sayeth unto me, "go forth and multiply." I findeth the wench Prynne. And planteth within her my seed. It groweth forth, even as Prynne and I rot to death in the shittiest town you, my angry God, ever let rot beneath you, rather than kill it in thy mercy. And thus, it is born, amidst the rot. Rot I say!

Verily I say unto thee, o city of shit and piss and vomit and vaginal juices. O city of sinful bitches, heinous thieves, shameless temptresses and your foolish enablers, amusements, seers, and titillations. Sin you have sown, and sin you shall reap.

Or something.

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