rubber ball to your head, jesus punk’s dead

After my usual hour or four of insomnia a few weeks ago, I had a dream that Chris Dickens condemned me in front of a church of evangelical Christians. He “scorned” my “impurities” (Duh, easy). Afterwards, there was a church picnic and Patrick came and hit people on the head with a rubber ball to make a diversion while telling me to run away, and that he’d “catch up so drive the getaway car real slow.” This was totally unlike Dickens but somewhat like Patrick. No, this is exactly what Patrick would do. Thanks for rescuing me, PJM, ’cause you’re definitely in my idea of eternal tainted doo)))m.