A path to salvation, strewn with the carcasses of animals but also fragrant flowers and a bright light both great and terrible. Rivers of blood flow into the sea where your master waits to greet you, a slave to the dark.
People make music on here too.
I like your style bro. Muchly poetic.
Bill would double backflip in his grave over that statement.
Certainly:) I was only entertaining an exaggerated premise of a deranged comedian :)
There are similarities. They’re both from Austin... errr, yeh, just that. Also anger.
I wish Bill Hicks was still around.
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