he rests enthroned on piles of waste. feeling like a dead fuck solvents runnning down his nose
secret secretion. eying up girls with bad intents scraping used chewing gum off the pavements during day dealing with menstruation barbies at night
kidnapped by green checkered alien communist spies he always came back with a mouth full of lies, of course he has his own version of the truth out there that cardiac pacemakers are islamic body bombs
best example that indoctrination is a state affair is when bony fingers grab full hips of shabby goats dad's dirty dark side hides in a bunch of plastic bags successful ideas fly by like loud surprise boob poops
pack your bags, dad, leave to fight your fucking war! bombs over bag- dad, bombs over bag-dad do me a favour and come back dead! bombs over bag- dad, bombs over bag- dad