And yet:
by ASSBLONKERBAN ME PLEASE TURN COAT , I LOVE YOU LIKE BONGO DRUMS AND DANCE INTO THE WILDERNESS LIKE A FRENZIED JACKAL TAUNTING ITS ADVERSARIES AND FEASTING ON DWINDLES CARCASES THAT HAVE FALLEN PRAY TO A MORE CUNNING BEASTIAL PREDATOR BUT I DIGRESS, TURN COAT MY LOVE FOR YOUR MOTHERS ANUS IS LIKE TWO FIREFLIES DANCING ON THE TRANSIENT BREEZE, ALAS YORRICK I KNEW HIM HORATIO. MY LOVE FOR TURN COAT JUST TOPPLES FROM MY PUTRID ORIFICES LIKE SAND SHIFTING THROUGH AN OPAQUE HOUR GLASS, AMBIGUOUS AND YET STRANGLY BEAUTIFUL AS WE DRIFT THROUGH THE SANDS OF TIME, OBLIVIOUS TO OUR SIN , MY LOVE PUMP IS BLISTERING LIKE THE CYST ON MY LOWER BACK , READY TO BURST FORTH AT ANY SECOND WITH THE PASSION OF CHRIST