I am the Jewish Zeus. Or maybe just Jupiter, as I like to be called. MULTIPLY MY MOONS BY 12 AND I WILL LEAD YOU INTO A HEBREW PARABLE. I was GOD until the goddamned Venus took my air. But it's okay, because Venus is the equivelant of my right hand. I'd hate to remove my mask, and find out that I am really Venus. That would be a REVELATION not to look forward to. Room to breathe is sometimes good enough. And "Jehovah of Jupiter" only mirrors itself into a clock of devotion. SIXTY-SIX: The thought of severing my left hand makes me want to gnaw on my knuckles until blood gives birth to another eyedropper. SIXTEEN: Just don't let all that debris go into my eye. TWENTY-TWO: Popsicles for a sunny day. Sometimes when the nerves are being plucked it's almost like playing a piano. There's just no way to escape the stage. Simply putting words into a little compilation of verses can mean more than an easy sheet of music because sometimes, and really open... ...open her box and let all the melodies play. Just like her atomic bomb and the secrets escaping happiness in no pain... ...Uranium has intercourse with the Dragon's Tail and without observing all matter, you do not react without saying "Oh my God, the Lake of Fire!" But clearly, I just don't breathe fire. Sadly, it's hypocracy. I don't want to send the subliminal message that doesn't reflect me. Eat your own words and find Christ in a billboard. Lo I am become Death, destroyer of worlds THE EVOLUTION OF GOD IS THE APOCALYPSE