A Proem for the Year of the Serpent.

Leviathan 20:13:33: Take this cumulative step on that spinal staircase crafted through my anarchal masonry of your ancestral coccyx towards our abyss at the death of Christ, a confusion of the third magical numbers of physics and menstruation into a single ouroborosian revolution. Nothing is as bad as it could be. 

(If none of this makes sense, think of Kundalini Yoga. Think of Witchcraft. Think of where the Bavarian Illuminati got their blueprints. Think of numerology. Think of the Mayan Calendars and the Chinese Zodiac and how the Sun and the Moon appear to be the exact same size from our perspective on earth. Think of our tailbone and our basal ganglia and all the other things we stole from our squamatic cousins. Think of how seriously Leviticus 20:13 is taken compared to 13:33. Think about how none of this makes sense either, really.)