Goddess of Adventure

THIS IS YOUR GOD SPEAKING.

IT IS A WRATHFUL GOD WHO DESPISES YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY DARED TO FEAR.

I HAVE WATCHED YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC LIFE UNFOLD.

I HAVE OBSERVED YOU WHILE YOU WOULD QUAKE AND TREMBLE IN PERSONAL PRAYERS OF SHAME.

WHILE YOU PLEADED FORGIVENESS FOR BEING SUCH A WRETCHED DISGUSTING FAILURE ON EVERY CONCEIVABLE LEVEL.

PROSTRATE BEFORE THE STUPID AND FALSE CLOWN GODS YOU HAVE SCRIBBLED ON THE WALLS OF YOUR BLOCK.

BOGUS DEITIES WORSHIPED BY A PRIMITIVE “PARADISE” PLANET.

BUT YOUR PRAYERS WILL NOT BE ANSWERED.

THERE ARE NO MIRACLES IN STORE FOR YOU, HUMANS.

ONLY MY HATE.

IT IS A HATE SO PURE AND HOT IT WOULD CONSUME YOUR SAD UNDERDEVELOPED HUMAN THINK PANS TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE.

IT IS A HATE THAT TO FATHOM MUST BE PUT INTO SONG.

SHRIEKED BY THE TEN THOUSAND ROWDY SHOUT SPHINCTERS PEPPERING THE GRUESOME UNDERBELLY OF THE MOST TRUCULENT GOD THE FURTHEST RING CAN MUSTER.

IT IS A HATE THAT MADE YOU AND WILL SURELY DESTROY YOU.

MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF YOUR UNIVERSE.

IT IS MY GIFT TO YOU.

YOU’RE WELCOME FOR THAT.

Reblog this if you don’t plan to leave the Officialverse anytime soon! (or ever)

I have met the hoes, because they flick around Gaston trying to make him not hangout with me. They just need love… but not from Gaston he is my friend not yours!