i bought amo from jesus christ at the fair grounds, the air was spiraling through this dimension with a sullen disposition. two miles down the dirt road, heavy with the stench of the mire, i found the virgin mary in a bordelo, bathing in blood and ejaculating obsceneties. the reptiles embrace me, i find this discourse infectious. crowned by my imperfections, a prisoner of the flesh, i sleep to the dull tune as the insects hum my eulogy.
