Quacky Phiesic

Before the start of it all there was a beginning.
Or there was not one.
Either way we all get our way.

B.O.E.

Begin Or End...

So Some Say Sa-ta-an meant Bringer of Light, because you either want to Go or Stop, but you always want to Go because you might want to can Stop.

S.S.S.S. B.L. G.S.G.S

Super States Suspended Stupidly Bring Light Gaseous-ly Suddenly Going South.

It may sound sane, but it is entirely in-sane.

I assure you that as long as North is South and South is North, we will live.

But if that is ever true, we may die, to be reborn.

This is the parable of Christ Jesus our Lord, and savior Jesus Christ of Lucifer.

Which is the truth, but full of lies. Just like your faggot ass is full of maggots.

My point is, if you measure your dick with your best friends dick, be careful what you say your dick is. Because it might just get stuck that way.

If you are confused, take a second to not remember anything and pretend like it never happened like Lot; do not try and put out the hot coals, allow them to scold. But we still want the volunteer firemen because that fire is making your pussy dripping hot.

I hope you all realize this is how you look when you try and show me religion.

Honestly it is in the fabric of the universe, but be careful with the temptations. Because Earth, Wind, and, Fire might swoosh up and steal your testicles and transform you into a Bruce. Hey look Freddie Mercury made a return.

I love you. -Jayden Damn It, stop wearing Dresses!-

Hey Jim, tell Lord Fardgwodth that Shrek wants his Carrot back.

No really if Google picks this up as spam in its filter Google needs some improvements.

Okay but if Spun text could be the most Unspun Text, then how is human randomness even real?

What is real except for the money that I do not have in my pocket for letting you all read this.

See what I mean?

Thanks for the donations, I'm going to get intoxicated as much as legally allowed with a camera duct taped to my forehead for shits and giggles, if I get shot, killed, raped, knifed, loved, found in a coma, etc. Then blame Satan.

If not, I assume a majority of the world will be filled with a mixture of emotion that they will be unable to truly decipher, and in essence lend true value to my art form.

Imagine how Michael Jackson felt.

Fuck y'all legion dick suckin' looking faggots't trying to hate on a brother.

In all reality simply existing is a sin in all eyes, so be humble and make your means however which way you can. Keep what you can to yourself. And hope that the ghosts and ghouls do not eat your soul in your sleep.

Then again I am trying to catch some gnarly trip on my adventures, on video, and off. So please stay out of my bunk bed, before I fuck you until your hips break. And if you are into that, drop a comment we should start a porn flick or something.