The Unholy Indoctrination

The Mourning And The Morning

While man can still his body keep
Wine or love drug him to sleep
Waking he thanks the Lord that he
Has body and its stupidity,
But body gone he sleeps no more
And till his intellect grows sure
That all's arranged in one clear view,
Purse the thoughts that I pursue,
Then stands in judgment on his soul,
And, all work done, dismisses all
Out of intellect and sight
And sinks at last into the night.

And then God kept a violent silence,
And man did quiver and thirst again,
For when the heavens break forth, erupted
Thy dying breath shall quit itself
And all will perish in one deft strike
And the hatred of God will live, suspended.

With No Editing: Awhahawhahaa

MAN. That's hilarious.

At Least Charles Manson Didn't Drink!

Perhaps We Should Ask A Wise Man

That's Very Cute, But You Seriously Need Some Pie, And Fast

The placement of the beanstalks makes it impossible for me to fit the message between them. It should read, "(therefore sign) This is the destruction of beauty, caused by the slightest of microscopic mammals (therefore sign)." Sorry. I didn't even think up the fiery tornado up there. I nearly used a lightning bolt, which would have been infinitely lamer. This isn't even in the series, because I can't finish that one either. Life is full of stuff I don't finish. Look at that. But at least I put something up here.

Oh Gosh

It's been so long, The Factory. I can't believe I let you go, The Factory. I'm sorry. I'm going to get back to work on this. I got distracted by so many things. I will finish everything I started. I am sorry.

This is post #100. Congratulations, The Factory.