terça-feira, 15 de setembro de 2009

I had a dream last night, see what happens:
I was drowning in a sea of liquor and I was stuck in a beach made of cocain. The sky was made of LSD an every tree was made of marijuana. But the cops pulled me over. They did not arrest me! Instead they sucked my dick and it was so beautiful that God came down from heaven.
He said to me "Marilyn Manson, we will no longer spell the word «GOD» G-O-D".
I said "how do you wanna spell it, God?"
He said "give me a D, give me an R, give me a U, give me a G, give me an S."
And what does that spell?

1 comentário:

Rita Graça disse...

Tenho um papelinho na minha caixinha das memórias com estes ditos. Si, porque acho que ele não ficou na biblioteca. Apareceu de surpresa no meu estojo e eu adoptei-o com carinho.