"Happy Holy Saturday Afternoon"

Lucifer was the Boss's fav. Till the falling out. That was like a tornado in a 1940's phonebooth break up. He declined all his cards. Had repo guys impound his cars,...even his sky blue 1928 Bugatti! Then the Big guy kicked him off the grounds. 

Nothing is bad as a hot date gone south.

So the Holy Butt Boy was out on his ass. That, and the Boss has been spreading shit on his rep ever since. He even got kids to be scared of him. Well lease till they wise up anyway.

As we knows Lucifer went, and set up his own patch. 
It's sort of like a Star Trek Club Med with planets ringed with fucking rainbows. He likes cute stuff. All the kind, and gentle when they kick the bucket wanders over there.

Yeah you can choose what shit ya wants out there. 

Most go to Lucifer's planets, and his weird fun bright matter dimensions. The Boss obviously is in the dark matter realms...he just likes that kind of foul crap.

Plagues Locusts Leviticus.

His La-la Land is full of the toxic waste of eternity. 
Assholes from worlds all over creation gravitate to his shitholes. 

The Boss's heaven is like a chain gang run by Pol Pot Caligula, and Hitler. Who btw are there. 
In the opening act you get butt raped by an army of robot Stalin's. 
Then you're given an algebra examine by the Borg. 


At Lucifer's digs you can sit by the pool with ya pals.
Snort cocaine drink vodka martinis, and plan revolutions. This, and your dog from when you were a kid is hanging with you.

No dogs allowed in the Big Guys place. 
I always wondered what Lucifer ever saw in that rough trade maniac. 

So I'm going to Lucifer's outfit. 

I'll hang out in a 1950's beatnik club on one of the writer artist run planets and discuss gardening with Walt Whitman.