Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.