thaw the quaaludes from disneys cryogenic husk.
lift the curtains, flip up the skirt.
lets have a look at that old c*nt.
sarin nerve gas and the four noble truths, rebirth and again raised the infinite idiot.
path leading to corpse, to c*nt, to bio-terror catalyst.
sending it all to shiva in an envelope covered in anti-semitic and m**m graffiti.
all i want is to be on the winning team.