Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.