Christmas is coming and there was no
even hope to get the cunt, my mother, even a token. I got her a false
witness wrapped in a bow; a disease covered pungent sound...Nirab's
hirab-ed 3-stage blender mulcher was one thing even her life never
spread to, but provided for little cousins' md nephews and shifty
eyed peadophile
There were this blotchy cunt came up to
mah in the Garage round the corner from me, there was this reatard,
this Educationally Subnormal who told me he'd recurring dreams abouts
canine fucksex falling zitpoppped, spewring ,splewhing, but really
dri'ven from the root and splashed across the fucking mantle
offfffffffff...
I don'tknow what else to sat. there is
some evl in this world. There are children that will tesify to: 'They
tortured my penis...' and girls' that say: 'they ate mah
clit...'...Evil, horrible cannibalistic shit; shit beyond the
survival I believe, shit beyond occult, routine,
occult/routine?....Be you sacrificing yir foxes or yir orphans I am
pulp-palp-In
No, but you gotta keep yer eyes open,
'if ye wanna sling, sling for what yih slingin fir,' says Party Time,
and 'keep yir eyes peeled 4 those'll try'an fuck'you!!!'. ' Samw as
in J_______, or C_______ T____ or B__________ or U__________ or
G__________ or wherever, but what I got plannned, beyond these
weekend gangasteres yir all so annomoured with is them fearful
shut-in's, those wierdo's and oddballs who don;t just quite get it in
the here&now but who will do when its all too late but (and its
all in the downlow from here on in) then I hopr we'll be: baricade
behind our door, with: a wardrobe, a cache of tinned goods, a source
of light, a source of radio, a baracade and weapons ands weapons and
weapons and whatever Mad Otis can exchange, cos that's the limits
that I think the controlllers will bring us to.........
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