Hail Mobil, full of gas.
Our faith is with thee.
Blessed art thou among corporations, humans, and fetuses, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, money.
Holy Mobil, mother of gas.
Pay no taxes
Now and at the hour of our death.
Amen
Please watch for my next novel, later this year, with a similar theme to this diary...
I need an antacid....