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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"Your John , I ain't your John. You don't know me at all. Mend the fuses, fix the car, mow the lawn; it's boring. You think that's me. It's all bollocks. ..House, babies. I'm my John... me... I'm different."