Reptiles botherin' me and my kids here out on the lawn
Wife's cookin' up a hell of an idea in the brain pan
Collectively unconscious odors of grandma's secret recipe for a perfect picturesque anything
We'll all digest these regurgitation's ruminations later
Then slidein’ an info dump deuce, something hardly the same
Can I get a frickin' courtesy flush here?
This little bit o' mind loaf stinks.
Time to ferment another fragrant batch to replace this one
Didn't I just discard his predecessor in a porcelain bowl of Coriolis?
And just why is a psychologically gastric metaphor as such, referred to as having masculine qualities?
Care ta be compared to biological bowels ye humans of female physiology?
Oh well.
Gird yourselves for the upcomin' onslaught boys, it's a big one
Lube the tube and screw the pooch, not literally of course
But if I need to tell ya that, I'm sure I've long since lost ya
Cause, ladies, gents, swine
If ya can't stand the cerebral heat, get yer bleetin' ass out o' my brooding kitchen of brilliance!
Get to pasture where you belong
To comfortably graze on the milder fare of milk toast tufts of dream grass
Chewing contentedly at the cud of the ugly idolatrous denial
You'll pass the fibrous sheep-like-bullshit
Carefully raising yer tails in salute to vanity
Simultaneously leaving yer CRAP for yer wool clad kin to chomp on
A wake of fresh, steaming ideas,
Already processed namelessabstraction knows how many times
By (insert appropriate archetype here) knows how many organisms
Total abstinence from any divinely direct reference the only sure way to avoid the pregnancy and disease
Of taking an unprotected name in vain.
Maybe Mary should've hit the emergency pull out
Said she hasn't had a breakout since the last crucifixion
Welcome to the green grazing meadows of the age of misinformation
An impressionistic color wheel of subjective blooms
Tasty morsels of the elaborately rationalized nonsense
And will the wolves get one or two o' them fertilizing grass clippers'?
You bet yer sweet boxerbriefs they will
A few despondent mammals for some sheepherder dude's dirty chonies?
What kind o' scam is this?
Ah hell . . . Ah! Hell!
I smell the fire and brimstone now
Without divulging the detailed scent of flames, I can tell you, it's spicy
I'm not the only one sweatin', tearin' up, and breathing easier
Not bad, this hell
Kinda like Heaven I guess
What with the kids, the reptiles, you, me, mama
I guess we all really need the sheep cause their milk feeds the kids, and binds our society with their natural fibers. Even the wolves provide some entertainment, singing for their supper and all
I guess I can deal with the deception and stupidity, for now at least
Shoot, even ol' Lucifer is welcome, considerin his powerlessness and all
tellin' war stories o' the days when I thought he was real
"Yeah," I says. "you had me there for a minute, had me scared shitless of hell."
I should have realized that the smell was rotten eggs, not brimstone and I was sweating cause the AC was off.
"Ha Ha! Got you fucker!" the prince of darkness squealed with delight. "Bet you really thought it was flames and torment for eternity huh?"
He's gonna have ta do better than horns and hooves and stinky eggs and all ta scare me
That silly psychologically fabricated scape goat seems to forget that this is daily life for a sheepherder like me
I'll have him brew us some sweet tea now.
"Oh," says I to Satan. "stay out o' mama's way when she's stewin' mindstuff."
That rollin' pin o' hers is no literary comparison, like, or as being no protection from the crushing blows of grandmotherly kindness
Whatever else kind o' weird mind fornication this may well be
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