The forty or so cult members around us began to chatter nervously. I was already winning converts to my cause. A vile rodent, and you are not the sunna' God. Looking toward my rhetorical opponent, I had to admire the peaceful insanity brought on by smoking crack. The Lord sayeth to me, 'Redemption is a fine mess.
Chain smoking kills.
Rain forest burns. Dogs on a skewer. Keeper of fire, chronic masturbator, servant of God. God who is dad. God who is my dad, not yours .