Itch, itch, I scratch. Who is there I say? Itch, itch, I scratch. Scratch, scratch, I itch. Itch, itch, I scratch. Who is there I say! Looking down at my nails to my prick, that is not a tick, tis a god idiot. Itch... itch... itch.
Would you like to order your very own God Idiots are Idiots baseball cap? Freud wasn't a god idiot! Nice little god idiot blankets for their god idiot young. Nice little lines of god idiots old enough to drink wine, and mimick each other's thoughts. Nice little god young; too young to be an old god idiot which is dumb. Nice little god idiot dumb, calling for god directly at the sun. Lines of god up my nose. I bleed, and then puke, and then eat backwards: food goes in through my ears, out through holy toes. "Eat god sunshine because god loves me too." Making love, bird shitting dove, sacred genitalia to genitalia romance. They're so white and nice. Jesus' erections, his dry shits in the desert. Even gods. Linear words. And words. Right angle gods, right angle defecations, right angle waterfalls, and right angle ethics. Absolute gods. God here god there, god in my underwear. LA LA LA!
No, I'm not. As previously stated, I'm an agnostic. I'm not certain that you're god a idiot, but you're, aren't you?