"well, they were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'til break fluid sewage crippled up the get retarded nickle punks. slowly cope, but swore his lowly robot foley folk would one day rise in sections to interrogate the holy ghost. holy smokes, father, black suit, white collar, kidddy porn dungeon, guns, and 3 fingers for your daughters caught up belly up." "antinque nazi paraphernalia. you cannot pay your bills with holy water and hail mary luck. shucks, fucker, enjoy the alcatraz shower fun and mommy's mad i'm cliche generation x agnostic front. it ain't the nifty faith of 1958 before the new new testament approved alter boy fisting rape and take me to your leader, long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver. call me crayzy but i'd bet that wasn't god's demeanor. sodometer peaking. but long island was jesus every weekend, spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing of a middle pennsylvania shit hole where elder's movement stressed a stellar therapeutic bible cycle. one church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much more. so the two move to new york, made babies raised on what they saw. christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy, but immaculate conception came second to playful goodies."