come all ye faithful...

gather 'round, gather 'round....

it is a time of rejoicing and singing and praising and all that shit.

it's time for another edition of the highly anticipated, much awaited, one and only,...

church of scott's thoughts...

(sound of eruption of applause from all the puddled asses. i mean huddled masses.)

i slowly approach the podium and begin to speak.

"Silence, hethens. you are all pathetic and unworthy of my love or concern. you are lucky i even allow you to breathe. for once, shut your stupid pieholes and listen for a change.
God told me to tell you this.

and i quote: "Not that i care, but you are all a bunch of rednecks. You are all so beneath me it is not even funny. It amazes me that you people have the audacity to think that you understand me. It is hilarious that you kill each other in my name when in reality i don't give a rat's ass about any of you. I have as much concern for you as you do for termites. Of course, you will all destroy yourselves before you ever figure anything out of significance, so there is really no need for me to waste anymore of my time with you.

Suck it,

God"


it came to me like a fart in the wind.
like a quief in the night.

i am just a messenger.

do not hate,

scott