text: POLE SMORTUM is supposedly the omega delinquency on the major scale in which defiantly reflects upon the auto-synthetic domain of tarnished foolishness. The off-key regions of all fondling genres will vomit amongst themselves and limit the amount of fluids and creams that squeeze through the cracks of the almighty triplet germaphobic scope. You may poke fun at the idea but in all honesty it will compensate a grotesque rascal that is unable to decipher the volumes of shapes that hover behind you. what would jesus do?