so here i am. what is the shelf life of a soul? slowly. coins fall into slot machines. slowly. dicks slide into paid slots. dicks slide into slots greased with lies. being the son of dog, i understand the power of a well placed lie. if you lie with dogs, you will get fleas.

*(feel free to reverse the obvious dog to god and see if feel any less itchy or used. please be my guest. you like it from behind, right?)