...the hot thing that always bothers me and makes me want to slurp up the next contaminated ingredient, a halfway house for severed pussies, the priest who buttfucked the boys and then blew the Holy Ghost who, posing as his mother, wore a huge knobby dildo attachment and virtual reality helmet that flashed simulated visions of Jesus freaking on bad acid and, in a moment of candor, admitted to having an affair with her own mother, the schoolteacher, who also admitted to having an affair with a space alien from the planet Dharmagone where, it is said, only lesbians live, although the men on the planet have a lot to say about that, they believe penises have a role in all of this too, and so they do, for I find myself ramming this transgressive spirit even harder and it makes me wonder if maybe I haven't overstepped the boundary and opened myself up to more potential criticism that might effect my standing with the ANTI-information pornographers whose excrement I am...