Diary of a Teenage Atheist

There once was an armadillo.
His name was Marcutio.
He lived on fluffy clouds,
Up in the sky.
His best friends were rainbows,
And they were a bit fruity.
To name a few,
They were:
Pineapple Petey,
Apple Andy,
Orange Oswald...
Don't these sound like award-winning friends to you?
They do to me.
Do you know what they sang?
"Rebel rebel bitch bitch rebel rebel party party sex sex sex...
And don't forget the violence!"
Happy songs.
Marilyn Manson is especially their favorite.
All day long,
They'd roll around,
Grinning,
Laughing,
And singing songs that you may find inappropriate...
They'd play games,
Throw shit balls at passing humans underneath them,
and smoke lots of computer disks.
You see, there is never a minute when they are not high.
Never.
They're horrible little druggies,
These bad... things...
But who cares?
These are the cute,
Adorable,
Funny little things that you tell about in stories to your children,
As you read them a bedtime story.
Isn't that happy?
You bet your ass it is...
Marcutio says:
"I hope you're having a good day!
We sure are! Oh yeah...
And FUCK YOU BITCHES down there on Earth!
That's what Lord Marilyn says to say!"
Isn't that adorable?
Aww...

[ A/N: Thanks to Marilyn Manson, I did use his lyrics, and mention his name... He's the coolest. Hope you liked that. And yes, I AM aware that the title makes no sense. That's what makes it great!" ]