Doest not bother, moonpie, they can''t even imagine.
Oi, to all cocksucking pigfuckers out there, you have no idea... should we really drop some bombs in order to get you out of your horrid place of dreamless slumber? Thus shall it be, but time isn''t ripe yet.
It''s just a moonbird in the sun... your eyes steal the starlight from the sun.. soon your whole world shall be a permanently warm place, and warmth shall enjoy its game with pleasure. And some beliefs shall encounter new dimensions.
...into the streams of eternity...
let me crown You, Your Eminence... Princess of The Fat Strings