2003-01-27 - 4:47 a.m.
We worship thee, oh Sungod. You who are so Sungod in your Sungoddom. Sing to us about your hair and leather pants, oh mighty Sungod. Play your homemade purple guitar through Marshall stacks and bathe us in your metal glory. Teach us about longhair and babes, teach us about unicorns and shirts with puffy sleeves. For you are Sungod and we are but poor mutants squirming in your ozone layer hole. Take us to your magic place and whisper your songs of kings and pyramids and the one true party. Take us to your longhair links with hair care tips. Oh Sungod, how did you you become so Sungoddam Sungodly in the pure crystalline Sungodness of everlasting Sungodliness. It’s true Sungod, it’s all true.
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All thanks and praises to Rock and Roll Confidential Be sure and check out The Hall Of Douchebags (where I found our Sungod.)
