I steer my *own* GOD DAMN evolution!



I drank *the Devil* under 23 tables, I am too *intense* to die, I’m insured for acts o’ God *and* Satan! I’m a human being of the *first* GOD DAMN water, who’ll try to blow me down? They say a godzillion is the highest number there is. Well by God! I count to a godzillion and *one*! I’m a bacteriological weapon, I am *armed* and *loaded*! Who’ll tear flesh with me, whose candle will I fart out? I pick the fucking terror of the god damn slabs o’ wimp meat out of my *nose*!

now you try

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One Response to “I steer my *own* GOD DAMN evolution!”

  1. Anonymous says:

    I hold the 273-Bladed Windbreaker; the wheels that turn are behind me; I think *backwards*! Yes, I can drink more wine and stay soberer than all the space monsters in the Bermuda Triangle! *Yip, yip, YEEEEEEE!* They’ll *never* clean *my* cage! I pay no taxes. But YEEEEEHAW! let the space monsters bear witness! I’m a triceratops, I am Not Insane! Yes, I’m the javalina humping junkie that jumped the gods! My infernal spoor wilts the Tree of Life, I left my *spew* on the Rock of Ages, *who’ll gouge with me, who’ll spill their juice*? I’m *supernatural*! Even in the belly of the Thunderbird I’ve been casting out the retarded space bastards; I’m busting my arm-vein and blowing my O-ring, and ripe to throw a *loaf*!

    But I figger some vitamin b-12 complex should fix me up, nicely.