Rage naked all day long, suckin satan's shaft. Felate a bunny and eat it's fur while sitting atop a pile of hard boiled eggs painted black. Resurrect something. Ask god not to be so lame all the time. Blow up pastel colored balloons with sanguine colored six six six printed on them. Thank christianity for all of it's ignorance, violence, interference, racism, sexism, homophobia, corruption, disease (ask the native Americans what I'm talkin about), poverty, war and general fuckedupedness. Get a divorce right after taking your girlfriend to the abortion clinic. Ask a priest if he's scared of women or what made him have such a distaste for pussy that he would take an oath of celebacy. Lace marshmallow peeps with LSD and distribute them to your friends, loved ones, and random children decked out in their cutest sunday's best. Don't forget to take one yourself. See if you can't dig up christ's body and therefore win international acclaim as the destroyer of easter.

If this at all offends you can take comfort in the fact that the white bearded old man who lives in the clouds will strike me down with one of his lightening bolts or a plague or something, and I'll spend the rest of eternity having flames lick my evil possessed spirit. Believe me I'm worried all to peices about this.