B y z a n t i u m

What a strange world this turned out to be. So full of internal rhymes and secret sadism.

When Jesus returns, he will come as the leader of Islam, bringing sharia law. We need more time to sin and explore space.

We should never have told the Illuminati about the usefulness of wind power. That really bit us in the forearm, didn’t it?

My life sighs. Darkness fading. As the rapper Jedi Mind Tricks points out:

“You got it fucked up, homie
I been a beast.
Reptilian tongue in my skin is deep.”

The dispensation I request is to be protected from the supernatural during the month of December.

B e l o r u s . . .