Brimstone

A lot of times I wonder how long all this is supposed to last. Just sitting here letting the roof heat up until all you feral pussies start jumping fucking ship.

Knowing my luck, I’m some sort of toad, not gonna know a shitting fucking thing is wrong until these cocksuckers cook me through. Cranking me up one little notch at a time until the fires of hell start flickering their eternal flames at the ridge of my asshole. 

Brimstone might smell like shit, but it ain’t done dick at keeping nobody away. We’re racking up sins like it’s a challenge, like that’s the whole reason yahweh fucked us all into existence in the first place. And ain’t it? Ain’t no sin, ain’t no story, so save the flames for the fucking boring.