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