Wombs Away!

"And make straight roads for your feet, so that the feeble may not be turned out of the way, but may be made strong." - Hebrews 12:13 per Basic English Bible

"Make straight paths for the Piscean age, so that the DNA challenged may not be turned into Tophet, but may be made Ragnar Red Beard." - Hebrews 12:13 per Eugene

"Trekka" is a path! March on Tophet Soldiers! Clothed and armored, just doing our job, a veritable table of meat, directed some elite sob. Naked and not ashamed, just enjoying God's beauty, a veritable heaven on earth. Those Sethian gnostics knew to eat the pate first is to not become the pate later. Either way dinner will be served. We should learn the lesson of one's tail in one's mouth, agony or ecstasy. Such is the beginning and end of the fishy table. Oh Vey!

I don't know, but it's been said,
"You do or don't, and then you're dead."
So climb away, get a higher sight.
Never stray, just move ahead.

Never wander on the grass,
sniff the dope and act an ass,
just a soldier marching to
the golden rule of puff and pass.

So pardon me, I'll wrap up.
If I was speakin' out of class,
I'm just a grunt who's groovin', too.
The golden rule of puff and pass.

Work my little one/love

I don't know, but it's been said,
"You do or don't, and then you're dead."
So climb at will, or crawl around,
never stray just move ahead.

Work son work

I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."
I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest/War is forever when we're dead."


Work my little one/love

I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."
I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."

Work my little one/love
Work Son Work

Your left shoulder,
Your right shoulder
Your left shoulder,
Your right shoulder

I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."
I don't know but it's been said,
"We'll rest forever when we're dead."

We'll rest forever when we're dead.
We'll rest forever when we're dead.

lyrics of Trekka, Song 7, off Puscifer.

Path is paseo.
Paseo is paseillo.
Paseillo is ritual before the bullfight.
Paseo is also a bridge.
Heart of America style.
The toreros are lining up.
Bullshit smells to high heaven.
Forget it, theres a football game on.
No need to worry....
The great blimp in the sky
will catch all the action.

What a hat the illustrious lady wears! What an airline, its headed by Tipper Mohel (see the fella with the locks and crossed arms on Puscifer cover). Hey nice tie Tipper and that logo on the plane...killer. We love peace, err war, err peace, err war. Tell us about our flight will you?

Tipper says (off Puscifer's inside cover)...

"Here at Vagina, peace of mind and the safety of your family is our top priority. In the event of an "emergency landing" in uncharted or hostile territories, steps have been taken to insure there will be NO survivors. Take comfort in knowing that your children will not be sold off for medical experiments or auctioned off as sex slaves on the third-world black market. That's our promise to you." - Tipper Mohel, President

The drums beat the war chant incessantly shouting 'don the bars, raise the gates, wield the weapons, defend our tyrant'. The still small voice of the serpent whispers you can be like God, eat up, be naked and unashamed.

(For Anji...who can right me anytime.)