you know what a cigarette wound looks likes?
me niether, well, no, i do:
but then again i was talking
to a ghost, today, today, via
a note:
          via suburbia -
so much life & yet so little
potential: so little guaratee:
to be had let alone shared as once
it could be claimed  to have
happened:  the son of
a secondary beggar: i.e. dreamer...
i can't watch you people
commit yourself to an en masse
suicide...
              it's ******* disturbing!
i can't watch your pedantry via
the rule of censor invoked!
   you are disturbing procrastinations!
you're evil, i might as well
call you equal to the *******
terrorists!
                 get away from me,
your army of useful idiots
                    and genuine retards!
you bunch of ****-tards step
a foot into my land...
    i swear to god i'll skin
and then decapitate those insolent
wankers who make an attempt...

            right now?
you're only testing my
patience,
               wait until
the patience runs out...
                   i have you know,
i'm building up gravity to
ensure a pamplona charge...
   oh **** me am i rigid,
oh **** me am i frigid...
    first come the shock-absorbers...
then come the executioners...
you're breeding these monsters to
come!
        i'd love to be among them,
to be honest...
      you are breeding
what christianity bred foremost,
i.e. the nazis...
                    you are breeding
these people,
   gas chambers will feel like
humanitarian aid chambers,
recluse-spots of benevolent justification
for the original travesty...
             thank you, islam,
for breeding, and giving birth
to these northern monkey cannibals;
and if my warning is fake...
         i'll be dead before
the fruition of these words make an
echo, resembled by the cinema
                     match it up with.