Reach your hand into the pot and feel the men who walk down the street on Sunday morning wearing the low hats over their eyes. They wear the low hats over their eyes because each time they see glass, they have to reach into the pot and find the clitoris of the unborn child. Do you like to fuck Satan each time you see glass? Please don't melt the windows because the glass will bleed over the unborn child's fetus and cause the men's eyes to wrinkle with looks of concern. They will be concerned because they like to march in a synchronized rhythm chanting about the clitoris of the unborn child. You feel the ground shaking as they march down the street with blood on their hands from seeing the glass of the windows and having to reach into the melting hot pot and stir their hands around looking for the clitoris of the unborn child. Please remove the uterus of the unborn child and cover it with glass so that you can look into the reflection and the clitoris will become your nose. You will then look like the man with a clitoris for a nose. Touch the void.
Yo Ray jack dynomite! Listen to my beat box! Bew ch ch pff BEW ch ch pfff! Sweet!
