|just one kiss could say goodbye
||[Jan. 8th, 2008|11:26 pm]
Ragazzo Piccolo Diabolico
jesus is your pal, but i'll be your fuckin savior. i have two left feet because i like to keep trophies. i am more or less alone, but i'm never lonely.|
show me the way you say! shower me with your wisdoms, truths, beverages of sacrement, and/or religious cock injections!
a master talks in little circles, like the ripples of the pond that expand to cover the surface of everything that is, and then silent slip away again. and i, i am a mutha fuckin master! keeyah! and some shit.
now bow your heads. i want to picture what everyone would look like if they were sucking my dick. there are other deeper more spiritual reasons, but i like to keep that sort of thing to myself. i mentioned i was the master right?
i will be your jesus syndicate, your electric hotline to heaven, your backstage pass to the pearly gates. all you have to do is absolutely everything that occurs to me for you to do, within a reasonable amount of time after i decide you should.
i am merciful. i am tender. i will hug almost anyone i am attracted to. i hold babies. i shake hands. i am able to maintain an erection for long periods of time without being more than passingly interested in continued intercourse. i am God's way of telling you to Shut the fuck up and do what I say!
i love you, unless i can't stand you.
there are a lot of people i can't stand.
the less of me there is, the greater the demand there is for me. so when you don't see me, hear from me, or can't get me to acknowledge you its just my little way of letting the heart grow fonder.
when you love me enough i'll pay attention to you i swear.