In REV.3 Jesus asks us to either look like my hot hot co-star Lindsay Lohan, or to look like her inspired bisexual photographer who properly thinks that he is some Greg Focker figure in action at:
http://theblemish.com/images/2011/10/1006-lindsay-lohan-richardson-01.jpg
You think I'm full of cow shit? How about you try to take an untouched-up photo of LL looking like Sienna Miller in my dreams? In the last days of disco, only the really trim and fit middle-aged men with leather balls who are fucking teenagers will inherit the Kingdom of God at:
http://theblemish.com/images/2011/10/1006-lindsay-lohan-richardson-11.jpg
"I know thy [art] works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.
So then because thou art luke-warm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee from my mouth. [Like a St George, Utah Mormon]
Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.
I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy [overweight] nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eye salve, that thou mayest see your own religious polite society bullshit.
As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten and fuck in the ass: be zealous therefore, and repent of your de facto Catholic homosexuality.
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and he with me."
Otherwise you're dead meat.
GSR/TWN
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