Blasting Through Darkness With A Sprout Growing Out Of My Belly Button Like A Buhda

the Book of Looks, a diary of a sorcerer who's only benefit is looking and staying younger than all his friends and family. With snappy little diatribes on nihilism and it's beneficiary, along with terrible life choices and rolling through it. Like Pariarchy and it's smoldering guts of disease, designed to kill itself with religion or the study of marijuana and how females are actually preferred espicially when they show pistols, take that as a metaphor for this scene written by the preferred writer of the century, along with the comic book Tarot or Kubuki. Contol of the earth by space aliens dressed as sexy woman with big guns or even better the last prodigy of Zeus's little lovely ladys(daughters) pissed off going through teen angst as superb creatures that or more wild than you compared to a big cat that trounces dogs on a midnight evening unless your a tough son-of-a-bitch like Me. Does what ever the fuck they want like driving innocents peiople off the road going up a canyon pass and flying off a mountain into a lake tranforming into lightening. Just for kicks thats the real kicker !!!!!!!!!!!!! See the lemons exhaust into nothing ????? What? A little confused.