I was just thinking.
When I am famous, people might get mad at the way I express myself.
Even so. When I am God-Emperor of the second Kingdom of Plantonia, I won’t change. When I tell all the jews to use their cut-off foreskin as an elastic catapult to launch themselves into the moon, and then promptly get all of Hollywood growlaing @ me and trying to blacklist me or make me take the statement back, this is what I will do:
Eat shit and die.
Lant answers to no man.
And who are you, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that’s all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And mine are long and sharp, my lord.
As long and sharp as yours.
…Incidentally, the genus name of the venus flytrap is Dionaea muscipula. It’s a sign.
A sign that you will die.
