Fountain of Fuck

I am the holy fountain of fuck, flowing forth amongst the puritans and grabbing them by the collar and dragging them to the altar of mighty Dionysus. 

Itchy trigger finger banging out the possibilities. Tap tap tapping on the inside of my skull, Morse code to the fuckers on the outside looking in. Telegraphing my bullshit from a mile away. 

I am the reigning terror of an unjust god. I am the raging thrust of the consensual hatefuck. 

Wait four hours for a little blue shit to stop making me hard. Slinging yogurt like Samson dismantling the pillars of my societal confinement. 

I am the holy fountain of fuck raining atonement down into your mother’s gaping hole.