You Have To Taste The Sour Urine

To Call You Excrement Would Be An Insult To The Product Of My Bowels.

The Great Grey Beast February Had Eaten Harvey Swick Alive.

Here Is A List Of Terrible Things, The Jaws Of Sharks, A Vultures Wings The Rabid Bite Of The Dogs Of War, The Voice Of One Who Went Before, But Most Of All The Mirror's Gaze, Which Counts Us Out Our Numbered Days.

Sung To The Tune Of O Christmas Tree O Woe Is Me, O Woe Is Me, I Used To Have A Hamster Tree, But It Was Eaten By A Newt, And Now I Have No Cuddly Fruit, O Woe Is Me, O Woe Is Me, I Used To Have A Hamster Tree!

‎"magic Is The First And Last Religion Of The World. It Has The Power To Make Us Whole, To Open Our Eyes To The Dominions And Return Us To Ourselves. Everything That Isn't Us Is Also Ourselves. We're Joined To Everything That Was, Is And Will Be. From One End Of The Imajica To Another. From The Tiniest Mote Dancing Over This Flame To The Godhead Itself.