to be honest, i trully, only remember four "things"
from primary school, the names:
danielle (brown hair, freckles),
michelle (a beauty from the philippines)
& samantha (goregous curly amber
soaked hair, and a slightly chubby face,
that only added to the exfoliating effect
for an added worth's of beauty),
kerri-ann (ice-skater in later life);
let's just say i began fancying girls,
a little bit early,
having started ******* aged 8,
without ******* any *****...
oh... dar she blows!
and the catholic argument!
what was the argument?
where, *****, where baby, where
foetus, what?! now you're ******* ******* on me
with your quack quack quack... quack quack...
miracle of life, fake awe stance...
you ever ****** off and felt
the pleasure from the muscles tensed, being relaxed
and no ***** coming out?
i guess that's a no then...
you "matured" until you
got a hand-job of phallatio from the opposite ***...
so your argument, comes from being impregnated
by a woman's ego once she did some ******
act on you... applause! encore!
more! more! more! more of these useful idiots!
oh i'll rip this church to shreds, should i even have
to die mad;
teaching these high moral stakes to children at school,
and you think? you think? there will not be
a backlash?
how about you crucify them fake
like the jews tell their children to
sing at a ******* bar mitzvah? can you
hear the songs coming from cross of 13 year olds?
******* sadists.
oh no, you ain't having the high ground again,
you had your chances... you ****** up,
start the degenerate programme
escapade; start looking for your eyes
in your loved one's lost pair of spectacles
lying somewhere in a dark alley;
just fake victorian on me once, and you'll see
what happens when later desire to expose yourself
as "modern" with a ***-tape...
what a bunch of schizoids-anti-sapiens!