What is this, a knife? A paperweight? A dashboard ornament in the neighbor-kid's Trans-Am? Look -- when I think of goats, I think of fairly docile creatures. The worst I could say is that they can be a little pushy about getting my 25¢ worth of pellets from the gumball/goat food machine at the petting zoo. But look at this thing. The Satanists are trying to hijack the goat brand. Fangs on a goat! And it's resting atop a pile of bones...while severing a serpent. Holy Baphomet!
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Um, when I was eight years old, I had a hard time getting to sleep. Maybe it was because I had two older brothers who amused themselves by torturing me. I would be getting ready for bed and one of my brothers would go hide under my bed and wait for me to come in. When the light was finally out and I was trying to get to sleep, he would wrap his arms around me from under the bed. You know, kinda like Freddy Kruger did in Nightmare on Elm Street. Only, this was way before Freddy. Or they would hide in my closet and then jump out and make me pee myself. And sometimes they would rig my window so they could open it from the outside and crawl in like BTK. So all this background is fruit for why I soiled myself when I saw this tool of Satan that looks like it has a blade for a phallus. Scary.
In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!
Open your eyes that you may see, Oh men of mildewed minds, and listen to me ye bewildered millions!
For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to interrogate the "laws" of man and of "God"!
I request reason for your golden rule and ask the why and wherefore of your ten commandments.
You pal,
Lucifer
P.S.: Good "luck" with your hockey game tomorrow night. Thanks to our "arrangement," I think you'll be pleased with your new "talents."
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