All hail the Easter Bunny. There are promises of eggs. Little small gifts enclosed in plastic oval shapes, smelling of new chemicals freshly pressed from large manufacturing companies. My gift to the weather. A small token of spring. Perhaps the swiftness and cool eyed crispness deserves better awakenings than Folgers in your cup and effervescence scalding hot in aging fingers. It's all daisies, ribbons, and freshly starched outfits pressed for the deadline on velvety pews, gotta make it on time in the rush of traffic where runways are composed of yellow dashed lines and patent leather shoes pressed to the metal of gas ignitions. Who needs a Bible? We all have our outfits and hopefully unstained chocolate pressed against our lips honoring the risen from a sealed tomb after three days after the cry of vinegar quenched lips and warm blood dusty from a crown of thorns. Let me celebrate once. Once in my life, go to an edifice filled with familiar tunes and paper ...

(Points) "This goes out to you...and you...and you..." Hey you yeah...you. Please hush the fuck up. Let me explain why your mediocre monotonicity meanderings prolifically flow throughout the entire region. How your ratchedness has begun to systematically attack this entire generation into writing backwards this and number 3's as "e"s and how your mouth is a ticking time bomb which I sympathize with. Let me explain how your Neanderthal comeuppance is nothing quicker than making it rain how you met in a club and how you rolling on Dubs' how your conversation is shorter than the stack of bills your holding how the gap between your legs should be gently folding Into the makings of a woman That attracts the likeness of man How he should respect thee by not addressing you as a female How hard dick is not a quick sell How sweet nothings without sour truths begets lies How your worth is more than hips and thighs. Let me explain. Explain how...