Pathetic scum. The trickle from my asshole. The putrescent stench of my rotten breath. The product of a glorified miscarriage. The foundation of a new generation of deceitful cleanliness. Manipulator. Puppeteer. Allow me to cleanse you with filth. Allow me to ejaculate truth upon your shining facade of squeaky-clean bullshit. Today is today, tomorrow may never cum, but for as long as diarrhea flows from my rectal tract, one hymn shall be sung from age to age: Only GORE is real.
