Au gratin potatoes

And not all is forgotten,

I should have done

Nothing,

Instead I come running for answers

Under a mile

Don't open the mailbox

No hairpin monitors,

All of ya's, all divorce

No wars are gonna be over

Or not sorry

Undone, nah

Give a silk scarf to the model

Give them all

Hearts

Give them all work

I strip down and it goes like this;

I don't know poker,

But I wrote four albums on heartache

One more, I'm the boss in him

Get them all up for the mouse in the trap

The dove in the hammock

The silk brain on candle boxes

Don't worry,

I've got a lawsuit forming

Large numbers

Steady hawking the pawn

Sadie Hawkins

Of course

Someone has karma coming up

With two r's

And ten knuckles

Don't let me harm you

I've got my armor on

Au gratin,

All vegan protein, if you wanted em

Coconut products.

Now leave me alone,

You weak dick mother fuckers

Shooting off in under an unremarkable

Ten minutes or so under ya

In ten minues death flats

I'd be heart flatlining if

I had to waste any or all of my time on ya

Get behind me,

The fart wafts further

The harder I cough

Looking back on your discovery

Of her majesty

I've never laughed harder at nothing before

You want hair and switch nothing waist perfect trophy blondes

And perfec trophy blondes

And trophy perfect blondes

Like the rest of us are all just

For contrast or something

The discards, rejects

Too dark

Too whatever you don't want?

It's a pride problem.

Now get away from me and take your snake with you,

Your big brother.

JESUS CHRIST

V.O.

Contrary to popular belief,

I did not die on the cross.

JESUS CHRIST, though bloodied and brutally beaten, appears strong—as he tries desperately to move the stones which seal the tomb he has been “buried” in.

Before:

…he's still not dead!

Well, dead enough

JESUS CHRIST

V.O.

It had been three days.

I was beautiful,

Or could be—

Coudle have been

Or might be;

Won't though

Until the end of this one,

When it's over

The catastrophe of fat and black;

The opposite of likely to succeed —

Though some have bested the odds,

Still yet to be betrayed,

By the men they love,

Then again—

All men betray;

Especially, those who love them.

SATAN appears inside the cave, standing against the wall with his arms crossed, quite satisfied ..

Without even turning around, JESUS seems to know he is there.

JESUS CHRIST

Hello, Satan.

Though only slightly, even just the presence of the other seems to make him a bit weaker; he squints with distaste, backing away from the boulder in agony— his wounds seem to have quickly healed, but not vanished, as he looks at the inside of his palms with a hint of worry and annoyance.

I don't—- care about anything

I know, nobody loves me

The Devil and I are aligned

I behind by five,

One flower,

Two cherries,

No hymen

Leftover au gratin potatoes from before,

And I'm rotten to the core,

Oh, what a disaster

No better than the whore next door

KIMMEL

(As ‘THE HIGH PRIEST')

lol i can't read this.

What.

It's messy-the writing. I might have been distracted.

HEX!

By What?

Can't say.

Speak we though in

Codes, mantras, and double entendre;

the sheep devil's tongue, a sword,

The caption of God wedded between you–

What a stone!

Had he wished the–

uh …

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Had he wished the sautered arm a loin

or other parsensed

Have ye worshiped not th gallows eyes

Both not pardoned

And still, these eyes gaping

Having earned it back from all time,

Still ruined,

having left none,

Still in wartime–

Goddammit what was I doing

CUT TO:

A fight to the death.

Noneshaped but left faring way–

Here, I stand.

What the FUCK does this SAY?

I don't know, man.

well, we'd better figure it out before.

[The door is kicked in.]

Ugh.

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