blessed with switch - Script

She told me

“God is the Midwife to the Devil’s Oceanic Womb”

That 

Blue

White

Blue

Black

Belly

tic

Is a                                                                 

One time

slap

On the

Liquid lips of a liquid duck                             

of an “oh quick

Let’s get that bread

Reminder”

That

click

things click will                      

not

I want

That ass

Things

Things

Will not

Says

88 88 88 88

Gimme that

Whiff

Gimme that sting

Cause I’m not comfortable with that

Slap

Tick-ticky-ticky-ticky-ticky-tic-tak

a hand come wild

in a bag

of

sick

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

not my problem bro

Think

Hacks her                  

Hacks her Hacks her Hacks her Hacks her Hacks her

INSIDES

Her in-in-in-SIDES

Which

Now don’t try to connect with me

Coz

We’re

Whore-whore-horror-horror

-not having this conversation

Riiiight?

And my big belly, my big belly, presses on

(hunch)

Like a like a rude man

Like a like a dead man

Like a like a hunk

Like a leetle what?

Like a what’s a matter with that God?

He told me walk

He told get me to step------pin’

And look what I did

I flipped it

Said

I live in a thick

I live in a gulley

I live in a slap

I live in a blup, blup, blup, glup, glup, glup

I live in a

Gimme that

Gimme me that

Gimme that

Like a dad hustle

Like a solid 6

Like Lord Pimp

Like I wanna nibble nibble nibble that

Oh!

She gotta a booby on her head

She got a crown of thorns

and the men’s testicles

chromosomal letters

adrift-t-t-t-t

in the hungering lips

in the hungering lips

of the next generation

so deaf so deafening

so not like Me.

Il faut donc…que vous soyez Léviatan, Belfegor ou Astaroth.—Oh! pour ces trois-là, ce sont des diables du premier ordre. Ce sont des esprits de cour. Ils entrent dans les conseils des princes, animent les ministres, forment des ligues, excitent les soulèvements dans les états, et allument les flambeaux de la guerre.

…Regardez du côté de l'orient; la voilà qui s'offre à vos yeux: une troupe nombreuse d'oiseaux de mauvais augure vole devant elle avec la Terreur, et annonce son passage par des cris funèbres. Son infatigable main est armée de la faulx terrible sous laquelle tombent successivement toutes les générations.

Bones.

And I

like it

I like it

I like it

Like

like

I like a leviathan

I like it

I like like like it

I approve

One

Sea-snake scroll --crunchy

Dicky-dic-dic-dic Dicky-dic-dic-dic

Dicky-dic-dic-dic

Dicky-dic-dic-dic

Like a cap like a whale like a birth like a cow

Like a sea cow

Like a pipe

Like an open mouth

Work with it

Work with it

Black belly White Belly

Like a UFO

Like--a

Like a Hung-er

Like

Bet

Like

No like

Cap

No

Like    

Oh like no

She did not

Gristle on a bone

Every time I chop it up I’m still here

And it’s really not quite as I imagined.

So

Like

Um

Yeah

No-o.

Be be be Belial like a bag of skin depopulated and grandiose self-created --stop

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