Oh, bless your heart. Bless your lungs, too. Bless your liver and your pancreas. (lifting my hands out over your head and closing my eyes) Lord, bless this user's gall bladder. Lord, please bless their intestines and their spleen Lord. Lord please bless their spinal cord, Lord,

archaic period freestyle rapper Yung Digamma rides the beat with impeccable hexameter flow

the Chymist: our entire universe is one big chemical reaction!

the Quantumologer: I'm quite sure that everything amounts to a single quivering "function"

the Chocolatier: I'm but a nib in the great mousse...

Huzzah, good man, For Thee page. Breasts uncover’d, blasphemy ‘gainst the Lord, Turkish fellow ‘pon a sword Impaled, penis sex, Protestant fellow reduced to Ash upon the Stake, ‘tis For Thee good man, ‘tis Lit

my steady diet of neatsfoot braised in pond scum keeps my skin green and glistening

I serve a subterranean forge deity called Chthon Smith

bastards threw a brick through my window because they were "annoyed" by the constantly pulsing red glow of my Womb Nostalgia room

they said they're attacking our city with a Sea Jengeon?

materially my meal is simply an amount of ingredients. there is no "ghost in the machine" so to speak

well theres our proverbial pigeon in the pigpen, eh lad? (nudges you with my elbow and taps the side of my nose knowingly)

pokemon go to the shoals

you low-down peanut husk... I crush you to fragrance under my boot heel

a message to everything: stop creaking

on certain days the stars will take a gladsome shape and you'll randomly be assigned a "birthday lite"

this shit taste like twisted dishcloth

I live in a little bell that every morning brightly rings me awake and sounds a soothing chime come the sun's set

quit faffing about with those gubbins lad or you'll catch the willow switch

"I understand," said the sage

would you eat a snack called a doo doo bomb

who's my little doo doo bug

currying flavor with the Spice King