i really don't remember buying
ice cubes...
i really don't remember;
there's nothing mysterious
about it,
it's not mysterious...
it's hardly memorable...
         it's hardly the taj mahal worth
of memory sacrifice,
well **** me: with the acid errosion
to boot...
             can i be the lucky one?
what's that, ****, indi or
bangladeshi?
   what do you call these people?
what's the sanskrit for ******?
i stress:
a fetish for finnnish?
   you know, i don't mind,
not with's coming...
   i can't be bothered with
wind farms and solar panels...
i seriously can't be bothered...
    for some reason people think
i might cry with the dodo scenario....
no, not really...
copper skins? i hope you enjoy you
mecha world...
  i can't be bothered reducing myself
into a jewish affair of
a minority...
        i'm not really bothered...
whoever is bothered about
the tactful retreat of the white race
and is agonised by it:
it probably jewish;
only jews, a minority
ethnicity,
with a majority vote or
opinion leverage
might care...
  esp. what they did to spinoza...
i really don't give two squat
quacks' worth of ****
whether it's finnish
or english... no, *******...
take you barmitzva and
sell you kippahs elsewhere!
what?!
    anti-semite what?!
what?!
      me glorifying the tetragrammaton
better than any jew?
what? anti-semite what?
3 quarters of jews don't know
what i'm talking about in the first place...
so take your quack's worth of a tongue:
and imitate licking mt. sinai.