Your interest in movement getting pretty thin, you decide to
fatten up with narrative, high in postmodern cholesterol --
Blue Cross?: Borcjotes eat the nun whose brains
are up behind douche a flap for
the pistol-packing pansy anti-christ
put our missiles where our mouths are: Lebanon, call home --
there's only two vomits, he whips it & he saves the fetus
to urinate on detainees procreating in the fast lane --
oh, puh-leeze, donĒt you think you're becoming accessibily
anal? -- skin-bashing creepshow download
chemotherapy and then farewell! -- character assassination
ranks second only to real assassination: have your child
fingerprinted at these price chopper stores...
eat them while they're young -- I mean, not eat through
East Timor again; that drool is municipal
are hamsters hung? -- sodomize nearest housepet and you whore
mother suck off you faggot son rimming mom crap up social hole
tiptoes among the body count: ever kill somebody
at the red light? -- LOTTO MADE US dribbing for dollars
inform on your parents & send them to the firing squads
only if requested suck pussy graffiti amended, usually
people in bikinis shooting each other, non-dance choeography
for cretin survivals wuz geeked to the max: devil made m
tan, preferring slave sound to free sound I brake fo
the anemic, basting those proverbial turkey pantie
getting the missiles back on their heads who jeopardize
a worker's slack lie-detector works on how to sodomize
Islam cattle -- you go thorugh & you create moonies & then
you
F stop yourself, control a whole territory, coke it at
those well-grommeted leisure slaves make a good bouncer --
to ram a houseboat up your nose -- that'll make your dick
harder than Hitler was on the Jews