God

blood runs at the speed of light in the night like tears of laughther from the underworld and your smile has Chicago written all over it. Rave you sinner. Rejoice! The choice was never yours to begin with and if god is dead who are you now, really?

Have you ever been an abonomation or seen her walk in a pair of shoes? I have. here's looking at you baby, say hi to my new lover. She's breathtakingly you.

God.