Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Dear George,   HEAR NOW WHAT THE LORD GOD OF HAVES DID SPEAKEN TO BELACQUA, BORN OF AILIMENTRA AND SIRED BY WHOMEVER:   Know this, O America that a bolt of lightening twixt the cheeks shalt ream whosoever turns their back on the Lord.   What dost is mean to serve the Lord?  It meanest:   Thou shalt love regularity of thy bowel more than thy neighbor Thou shalt let thy mouth roar outrage at the bared nipple less thy ears hear the cries of the hungry Thou shalt fret more over they bile-scarred esophagus than over clothing the naked. Thou shalt focus on thy fungulated toenail that the children may be bombed with impunity. Thou shalt prefeer buxom blondes giving blowjobs to maggots on Fear Factor over giving succor and comfort to the poor. Thou shalt favor the perfumed smell of thy pit that you may smother the stench of death on the field of battle. Screw it!  That’s it for now, George.  God has this high, whinny voice that gets on my nerves after a while.  Gotta put my foil skullcap on to shut him up.  More later.   Your admirer, Belacqua Jones     9:05:26 PM    comment []

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