Pious as all hell and reeking of the demon seed, the BSD trounced around NYC this weekend, appalling and elegant, absolving the sins of the City's nefarious characters, sublime in his actions and confident in his Bearded Glory.
The BSD was righteous in his ways and free with his mouth.
Embracing the sin and dereliction, the BSD fondled the casual and inherent concupiscence.
With cigarette in hand and the Holy Spirit oozing from his loins, the BSD made a spectacle of his Bearded Self, imbuing on the lost souls a subtle touch of lost innocence, a dusting of devoutness, and with a firm hand, majestic veneration, mostly of his spiritual and deafening loins.
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