Your Lying Art Blog by Mizz Paw "Art is the lie that tells the truth" (paraphrase) - Pablo Picasso
Trash for TASH god of the Calormines (Chronicles of Narnia)
I remember him. He was the nice Catholic boy. He was at the Demolet dances but not dancing, He was the o ediant boy who believed that Mary was a virgin and therefore immaculate in her long blue dress. Nary a penis entered her for she related to heaven with her up seeing eyes. God looked down charting men’s every move toward her. Thus Mary was RE conceived by the penises as Merry. Penises are in solidarity with others lime themselves with similiar goals and interests. Strength in numbers exchanging information. Ah the power of conspiracy. Those girls don’t know what’s coming.
The blue dress Mary’s wait for their god in their personally assigned Joseph. The penises never wait.
So Frat Boys and their punishing hazing of each other. Penises getting remittance for their god free ways. So Frat Boys like Kavenaugh and the joy of punishment. Slap the monkey. Choke the chicken. The girl in the barrel. There they were at the Frat Party- chicks and. Bonobos
ots of beer, the sacrificial wine, the blood and the body
Alas Kavenough, I knew him well a couple of times in the biblical sense. Thank you god, he didn’t marry me. I was incapable of immaculate child bearing.
Now the penis wants to score a place on the Supreme Court. The Knowers are saying no. We know you and your gang of penises, your Supreme Court of penises in judging us, nominating us for our lifetime appointment as clicks