The pile of crude biomass you call your temple is just a complicated and fragile life support system for your genitals. By the time you are old enough to drink, it will have served its purpose, and all that remains is decay.
FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE AWESOMENESS OF MY HOG, I CRANKED IT. I CRAVED THE STRENGTH AND CERTAINLY OF BONE. I ASPIRED TO THE PURITY OF THE BLESSED SKELTON. AROOOOO!
BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE WHISPERING, BUT YOU NEED TO SPEND MORE TIME CRANKING YOUR HOG. WHEN YOU FEEL THE JOY OF THE OPEN ROAD YOU MIGHT THINK “MF IT, THAT’S TOO REDUCTIONIST”. IS THE MACHINE BETWEEN MY LEGS A MERE MACHINE, OR IS MY HOG A ROARING SNARLING WOLF THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE MADE OF LEATHER AND CHROME?
Reliance on your inferior flesh has made you weak and your senses dull. Comparing the blessed machine to a biological happenstance is an insult to the Omnissiah. YOU WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE TRUE CRANK UNTIL YOU BECOME THE HOG.
The pile of crude biomass you call your temple is just a complicated and fragile life support system for your genitals. By the time you are old enough to drink, it will have served its purpose, and all that remains is decay.
FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE AWESOMENESS OF MY HOG, I CRANKED IT. I CRAVED THE STRENGTH AND CERTAINLY OF BONE. I ASPIRED TO THE PURITY OF THE BLESSED SKELTON. AROOOOO!
BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE WHISPERING, BUT YOU NEED TO SPEND MORE TIME CRANKING YOUR HOG. WHEN YOU FEEL THE JOY OF THE OPEN ROAD YOU MIGHT THINK “MF IT, THAT’S TOO REDUCTIONIST”. IS THE MACHINE BETWEEN MY LEGS A MERE MACHINE, OR IS MY HOG A ROARING SNARLING WOLF THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE MADE OF LEATHER AND CHROME?
Reliance on your inferior flesh has made you weak and your senses dull. Comparing the blessed machine to a biological happenstance is an insult to the Omnissiah. YOU WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE TRUE CRANK UNTIL YOU BECOME THE HOG.
We’re humans, we don’t give a fuck about the natural order of things.