The Complete Hothead Paisan, Homicidal Lesbian Terrorist, p. 274
PARDON ME!I love you too; you are a manifestation of the Divine.
Would you get out of your way, please?
Breathe Fire. Blow Bubbles.
Anything less in unnatural.
You're too good to be true.
~ Focus ~ Quiet ~
Picture us humming in a hot room together straw sticking between our toes, patting cool handfuls of mud onto each others back. Look at me and promise that you'll never stop what you're doing just because
someone looks at you funny. And that the words, "I hate myself", will never come from your mouth. Promise yourself that the next time you have an idea and the little motherfucker in your head says "It ain't good enough", you'll rip it's throat out. Promise the Universe that you'll do the thing that makes your house rock.
Remember about Pleasure.
The creative cripple walks and kicks the lardasses of inertia off the ledge!! Now is the time for bursting. Dark chunks of debris are flying away from us. Sovereign might superhero. Finally, a parade of
champions and we're not giving out ribbons. If you felt good then it was worth it.
~ Quiet ~ Focus ~
Rapture is what we're after. Anything less is unthinkable.
This has been issue thirteen coming to you, as always straight from the aorta.
Feel pulsing now