Mark of the Yeast

There is something about the celebration of the Devil that amuses me. Actually it makes me want to burn down a 7-11 and hope that all the X-Men comics survive the DC comics and that will become and internet omen that the child of LCF himself is going to be manifested and born through a plastic mold of Jenna Jamesons twat. It's all fiction if you believe in science right? I know the answers, but I'm going to be that kid in class who gets done with everyone first and wont show anyone how to do the math problems because I have a TI-92 and make sweet ass parabolas, straight lines, gay lines, and play dope wars. I guess Asmodeus, Apollyon, Satan, Natas, Santa Tanas, aanst, tsnaa,atasn, or what ever you want to call him is forever reverent in our minds and bodies. Giving us this feeling of gloom and doom in the room kafucking boom I need poon. Temptation is his fault. I'm tempted to actually buy one of those fuck twats and put one hanging over my crucifix near my bed. Those two will get along just fine.

The white side isn't that cool. For marketability's sake the crucifix and the Gideons who've made it to every Motel6 on the planet can represent for the Christies. Yet for the Satan's they've got all these cool little books that tell you how to inside-out yourself and sacred geometrical symbols, fire, pussy, sacrfice, words like sodom and blaspheme are always in every second. No wonder there is a bunch of evil people on the planet. So what do you choose huh? Three mouths of the Satanman chewing on Judas, Cassius and Brutus? Or Jesus the dude who turned water into Kegs of beer at the party last week? Jesus is pretty cool he holds AK's and fights Sunnis.
I know I know...Satan made you look!!!