MY THOUGHTS ARE PURE.... I TASTE EACH KIND WORD AS I INHALE. BUT ON MY SHOULDER SITS SATAN HIS LUSTFULL LAUGHTER LINGERS LIKE A LAVISH LONGLASTING LOBOTOMY. HE SUBDUES SUCH SUCCULENT SYLABLES RANDOMLY REBUKEING REVERERANT REMORSE FOR THE SINFULL SAINTS...MY LIPS BLISTER FROM THE EXHALE .......A FUCK YOU IS BORN.