"In the highland savannahs they saw transformed jungles,
and as a path unraveled, some stood in the spiritual light of the forever flowing arrow. Others fell into darkness through the wake of destiny.
So chose the right path and cross the bridge to the other side.
Intertwined in bedsheets as the room breathes,
Where everything seems amiss except the feeling in your heart."
"Its like just the time of day to live in the hours never come down, free will in the bliss of abyss, trying to paint the new silver paint on the Bodhisattva' Udjat, deathquake-...raving to jesus, e-blivious, e-pocolpse.. niarb, naiyan, naizeby."
"well Jesus drives a floating pyramid and burns 2 quaps for every time your zombie jesus lits a cig, Jesus is just sign at the crossroads. The real J can take three shots of zombie poison, zombie jesus only takes one cause he hasn't the stomach for sanity and wants to stay zombie. The real J makes the Colombian mafia look like pansy's, and turns slow zombies into fast schizo 28 weeks later-esque infected. No really this isn't a tangent the cosmic Zarathustra, is alive, and he'll walk over the antarctic and make a boat out of ice, and spread the antidote for a delirious oligarchy. And be clear God is dead"