ive bravely offered bedrob as libation to john, to burn in a wicker man cage with the the condor, griffin, ossifrage ,fowl and other ungodly creations , in the hope that salvation / atonement may yet play its forgiving hand , in this sodom and gomerrah of heathens, junkies, bullys, cunts and thieves.
“But these are they of which ye shall not eat: the eagle, and the ossifrage, and the ospray, / And the glede, and the kite, and the vulture after his kind, / And every raven after his kind, / And the owl, and the night hawk, and the cuckow, and the hawk after his kind, / The little owl, and the great owl, and the swan, / And the pelican, and the gier eagle, and the cormorant, / And the stork, and the heron after her kind, and the lapwing, and the bat.the bedrob, and the big fellow after his kind”
some holy cunt 3:14. verse 69
i still think my bedrock dance around a maypole with john leading the way with pagan fertility rites holds much water.
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There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently,The wrong MIX In the wrong genes, I reached the wrong ends By the wrong means, It was the wrong plan In the wrong hands,The wrong theory for the wrong man,The wrong eyes On the wrong prize,
The wrong questions with the wrong replies. Wrong.