I'ont Need No Pass

The fear and loathing of the human forearm, let us not even nod at the under, or fall to thy stink of foot. Verily, surely if we act right and bow the lowest, goodness and mercy shall follow us to the ends of our ends, and to the asses of our heavenly hearts delights. Bray on my brothers. Amen. Fear and loathing? Done to death. And that too.