Dreams, Reality, the Morning Lies...

God? Why not the Goddess? Full of frolic; her hair like streams of gold; dangling her funbags over the whining head of humanity...

Just that we are too stupid to see it.

Goddess squeeze them nipples and let the milky dew drops fall upon us all. Only then will I be ready to be dead.

Goddess? You heathen bastard! Our Lord is King of Heaven and besdies him stands his Holy Mother Mary. We have no need for your pants down, flying her drawers to the wind, pagan witches!

As for those green things in the trees I have often seen them myself after a few bottles of the old Jameson...
That reminds me, when is that sister fucking rat dog protestant Ricardovitz going to get my drink?

Boy I am thirsty!

I git some firewater fer ya Padre. Right special firewater!!! Yessiree. You cain't handle it. It'll make you stupider than a dope-smok'n black monkey in a white house. It only fer thems who take up handlin serpents for the Lord, but ain't pure hearted 'nuff not ta git snake bit.