That Special Someone

The rot that fell from your mouth like semen would have been enough to keep me fed but you pulled it from my reach faster than it took you to spin gold into lies you're a shallow grave for the next generation echoing orgasms of all pitches within as the abortions nailed to the walls cry for your touch

A Parable For Sodomites And People Who Sleep With Their Sisters

This is a piece I wrote back in 2010 that I feel is more relevant now with the Phil Robertson / Duck Dynasty situation.

Adam and Steve used to walk down to the reservoir and fuck behind the waterfall to hide their love. One day they saw Jesus, his leg trapped under a boulder. They used their limited strength to push it into the sea, sealing the waterfall forever. Our Savior gave them each a kiss and promised the star-struck lovers entrance into Heaven. A few weeks later some rednecks caught them making love and hung their dainty bodies from an oak tree overlooking the reservoir. Three months passed and a tornado ravished the inbreds' trailer park; ripping their obese, snuff spit-drenched bodies to bits. Now Adam and Steve sip wine coolers with God while the heathens get sodomized in Hell.

Punctuation Is For Pussies And Sane People

When you asked me to slow dance in the twilight of all the world's detonated nuclear warheads I wasn't expecting the dance floor to disintegrate under your every step and I wasn't expecting the music to be replaced by the cries of children with corroded skin and I wasn't expecting you to kiss me as your body turned to black smoke and crawled deep into the crevices of my lungs.

Support?

I always have to roll my eyes when they tell us that the camouflage toddlers are fighting for our free will when we've been swimming in bullet proof rivers for years while they follow the twisted vision of dead gods and their pederast uncle.

Organ

My opinion is more sacred than yours. Mine has been proven with research and is backed by people more intelligent than both of us. Throw those written words to the rats along with your proof and common law. Conspiracy is fact. God in 1080p.

Split Myself In Two

     I split myself in two today. It was a euphoric experience on par with inhaling your weight in marijuana and shaking hands with God. I remember My First Half went to a street corner and started giving out money to people, all the while preaching about loving each other and the virtues of non-violence. The populace spat on him and hurled insults too vulgar to recall here. My Second Half sneaked up behind him with devils in his eyes and wrapped his arms around My First Half's neck. As My Second Half squeezed with terroristic rage, he laughed while My First Half's face turned blue and regurgitated his insides to the sidewalk. When his victim was dead, My Second Half stood and smiled. Then the people, who were just wishing death upon the man he just killed, started jeering him as they did his victim. They called him a “cruel murderer” and threw everything they could get their hands on at him. And that's when My Second Half exploded, leaving nothing behind but a small baby, crying to be respected.