higher!
  raise him! higher!
to the status of imbecile
and usurper! him!
  hang him higher!
octopii head death tool
exacting...
death.. persons short?
then unto the death of a ship...
what can but will have to
wither as the octopii head...
feed the itch,
what was written?
       death said: what i regained!
   are we here to act...
or to live?! if we are here to actt
then someone ought to have warned
us!
       we are merely to act as human?!
we are here to merely act!?
  we are to act?!
       you take your ****** sister with
you when you wipe your feet on the
way out!
           now i'm supposed to act...
wait a minute...
     it goes like this:
octopus klappemann und wen
herr ear no klappen: der kraken.
i didn't learn this language
to be a *****,
  that's the scaffold... and that's
  the egyptian... guillotine!
as man would say to another man,
had he ever heart for a mother!
       death does equalise to an unforgiving
stated underwater.
           are we then ready
to seek a remedy?
                                   i have transgressed
a care for help... music...
                  all that could be aiding
i self-prescribed, and it was only music...
      first they call you *******:
then you reply: you have a ******* sister... ha... ha;
you gonna penny-pinch me to argue otherwise?
you moved the mark a bit higher mate,
that high-jump of calypso...
you were asking, i just gave you an answer:
go throth: with a tissue... and let it eat it up
the tissue... goo mouth...
                   you make me ******* i make you
doubly *******... better-still... a carer...
                or irish...
                                taking to hanging is a long
*****, believe me, i'll need to hear the better song...
         the point is: i can really get off on this
****... and you'll be half as shocked
   when reality chews you.