It is a new job, yes job, passionless, but thankful suck of my lifetime- yet the whore pays me instead of the vice versa, that has kept me from the Cult with regularity. Well, to delve into a bit more specificity, it is the schedule I pass my sacrifice through: the graveyard shift my lovelies. That's overnight in the hood, Compton, California babysitting night's awful potential armed with wits and my "Glock automatic synthetic"...for an anemic, impotent sum- a sum I am thankful for and will add some Cult of Los Angeles magic to and...I'm trying to make a mint, my governor..
So as the Cult acclimates himself to the rigors of the graveyard, he steadies himself, and prostrates himself, agape and akimbo in the wash of the Cult, Los Angeles, dangerous woman and murdering ego...
"To destroy you must prepare, you must learn your pain."
Henry Rollins
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