the **** came out from Egypt,
like a pyramid...
i'm, literally, not here...
i'm, not here...
and that's a the end
with many more post-scriptums
coming from the kid of god...
kid, yes, baby goat antonym,
and no point using fingers
in the most weird arithmetic
counting to: that! it..
or, i! the: obscure ref.
to what's airy and prone to disperse:
a, and subsequently
without, i.e. a-,
i don't under the point
europeans with european women pampering
to rich arabs, and why egyptians are
involved... there's enough hate
to sell another Holocaust,
wasn't the last Holocaust so denied
as to not sell it?
it's selling, right? what with Rachel Weisz...
the holocaust is selling hot, so what's
the argument? the Poles didn't even get to sell
the holocaust, they were partly to blame for it...
so what's the problem with holocaust denial
if holocaust clap-clap is about endorsing it?!
oh look here! the title got you,
what's missing? the articles, benefits of a, god...
lamb of god sounds like the right tame,
the worthy cliche...
there's always a devil, and the devil...
ha ha... but there's never a god, and the god
is monotheism... lamb of god, kid of devil...
baby goat... d'uh!
teeth!
gnats and the crocodile bite-snap!
well, trans-gender euphoria...
woo! hoo! youth day with the pope gesticulating
******* into it for a ****** cream advert!
woo! hoo! chug! chug! chug!
wonders... and god does indeed work
in mystifyng ways... last time i checked, he
didn't include the encyclopedia in his genesis...
beginning with day 1...
but i'd expect Peckham to be on the list
in terms of gaff...
shame it's never article bound with god,
but always article bound to say: devil...
it's not you even say a ****** of being godlike
by saying ***...
as you apply to devil,
and say: the devil... i really do believe in holy
matrimony... whether sealions have harems
or whether swans prescribe monogamy and the lonely,
wandering, widower...
sounds about cello or male ******* slapped against
a tennis-racket crap to me...
don't know, were you expecting a narrative
of ping-pong?
well, the i is in the huh; that should be clue
enough for you.
lamb of god is never as restrictive as kid of devil...
somehow g fakes being a consonant unlike the d...
why does kid of devil ask for the or a preposition?
i'm almost crying... why does it need atheism in between?
can't you think of anything more demeaning
than being crucified?! how about being impaled on a pike?!
how about the blood eagel for those who transgressed
the nordic social code... how about the iron maiden?!
you have to be ******* kidding me to epitomise being
crucified... they didn't crucify the son of god,
no more than they crucified an innocent man...
the ******* must have done something
to compenstate being a Jewish woman back then...
i'd establish being impaled on a pike to be more painful
than being crucified...
and so we behold the least original form of execution
as our heart-rendering feeling toward keeping
a stranglehold of the throng...
we had much more ingenuity come our way
in terms of how a human body would be mutilated
if allowed capital...
it's such a shame that i am left with this dust...
but it's still a case of: lamb of god...
and not kid of devil... atheism always pokes its
ugly head through... no one says: kid of devil...
there's nothing definite or indefinite about it...
yes, kid, baby goat...
no one bothers that with kneeling and
repentance... you clean the language up,
as it looks, the unearthing of the nag hammadi gospels
mostly read by western psychiatrists is no help to me...
the transgender movement is a lazy way to say:
i really didn't read a lot of poetry...
because these people didn't!
the land of the pronoun is a wild west of what's
typically english, asexual noun appropriation,
and general liking toward custard ****:
my my, it really does splash a bit about the place.
they decided it was easier to
do the genital chop... than read a poem...
i'm stating from year 0...
because there's really no point in asking this
Jew raised in Egypt to take us anywhere else, other than
here... if you can make as much money from
other people's ultimate miseries, as the money
made from the holocaust... good luck to you,
i somehow never see money as translatable goods...
too much a priori static... it's like you're not
expected to, but do so nonetheless...
a right old need in asking for a bollocking...
and here is nowhere... and i mean:
i have no geneticists' bias to preserve the human race,
or that argument that really, really belongs in a museum...
atheism is so lacking motivational convo,
i'm almost starting to believe it... ****! i have started to
believe it! look at me! dodo haven bound!
i'm about to get flustered and ask for
a balding swan to fuss about its feathers when
i ask: which way to the toilet, devoid
of toiletries? it's ok... really.. i have a sun tan;
what? isn't that enough?
will schindler's list teach me anything,
will it teach me to hold your hand more gently than
my own?
i have no respect for people making money
in making others respect it...
at least the old tesatment people put on a ******* kippah...
you just keep up with your religious
hollywood ******* of many ****** movies
and i'll make enough of them foundation
for the next pyramid! Belial unto Balaam sooth!
i have enough gravity to drag me beneath the seas,
and make sure that the earth eats me whole,
enough crematoriums to remind fire it's chore...
and enough air, worthy a ****,
and a comic gag to choke on turning words
into fishbone, of that pinewood needle refined kind:
neunzig-acht rot bollons... needle... pop...
ja, minus ein; papa apache made me do it!
gott... mein goot ęglish achtung!
we really did stand & deliver as
adam & the ants told us to do...
we obviously didn't spawn any babies...
to keep our body motivated toward a beyond a grave...
no matter... T2 came out... and
no sight of Arnie Schwarzenegger.