Such a lovely thing, I must penetrate. There’s another pretty thing, I must penetrate, more; I need more. It tastes so good. It feels so good. It looks so good.
Leave a seed until the world is full of pretty things in lovely houses and pretty blood on battle fields and lovely slick engines and landfills of pretty Wal-Mart wares and Cabbage Patch Dolls and lovely plastic islands on seas filled with pretty dolphins upchucking old tires and my neighbor’s iPhone.
And pretty smooth concrete to drive lovely shiny autos while ridding the world of ugly useless plants. The world is so lovely when it is full of pretty things and lovely people making pretty.