Let he who hath wisdom reckon the number of the Beast, for it is a human number: 23. All right, enough pillow talk, let's get down to business. You're about to be hit over the head with a plethora of depravity and ungodliness pulled from my archive that I've been stocking like a Third World Arsenal. And when it starts flying, suburbia and your safety nets won't be able to contain it with its lid on. Follow the links to get your fill of sick and twisted lit, enlightened prose from the most depraved mind in America today. That's right. Don't expect no come-ons or handjobs. Stick your penis through that gloryhole and I'll push a pin through it and trap you right where you are, face against the stall. You're all mine puppet. You might as well stay entertained. Just keep wading through my rice paddy. E-mail me at godkoresh@yahoo.com and we'll conspire against the rest of the morons. Pit of Shit Go Home This Is No Place For a Child Cold sores I pick at on the Kitchen Floor/the Children are sleeping, Their Mother's a Whore Drugs That Will Enhance Your Sex Life WE DROVE OUT THE DEMONS WITH PENANCE AND SEMEN Someday You'll Be Dead and I'll Be the one Who Eats Your Corpse This Will Never End. There Is No Way Out Will You Hold My Hand While I Drown Myself in the Bathtub?
Pit of Shit
Go Home This Is No Place For a Child
Cold sores I pick at on the Kitchen Floor/the Children are sleeping, Their Mother's a Whore
Drugs That Will Enhance Your Sex Life WE DROVE OUT THE DEMONS WITH PENANCE AND SEMEN Someday You'll Be Dead and I'll Be the one Who Eats Your Corpse This Will Never End. There Is No Way Out Will You Hold My Hand While I Drown Myself in the Bathtub?
