Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Berry Stain On Travertine

vomit

We are at the Klimakathastrophe of the twenty-first century blame. Only we, we are bad people. We cruel, fascist, German people. No, we the German population . Our consumer behavior makes us horny always crave for better, faster and cheaper to us directly in the burning coals our trip in which botoxvergewaltigten, bloated faces its last available crumbling ashes are buried. Self-mutilation as a product of modified self-preservation mode. And all the best to be. In order to be better. Everyone is better. I'm better, you're better. You're better? Better than me? As all? Is God better than you? God is the best?

is God dead

In this world, God is dead and eleven year old street kids jerk off on his mangled corpse Nahm. Because it's cool. Because even reflashing harder than showing off all the coke and heroin in their thousands to the young, looking to spent a lot of dirty bodies the way out to fight if necessary, even one by the throat slashed by broken glass.

Not only are we to blame for the Klimakathastrophe, we are also to blame for the company. We corrupt, unholy people. We are to blame for Jesus death, guilt, terror on the world, notes of black holes in space, at America, to the world. We do! Germany's dead children!

This is what the media tell me. That's what they want with me baton, beat into reports of high treason and the Bild newspaper. Do you believe them? Do you believe in Barack Obama? Do you believe in Angela Merkel? Do you believe in Stephen Hawkins? Or God?

I believe no one and no one. I believe nothing.

As long as the German people must save the world by attracting fat, great-grandfathers sucking thousands of innocent people with values like honor and morality, with insert and defense for the country, with money and fame and in the burned prairies to send where decades of battles to keep their grounds years ago were drowned in the screams of the dying.

As long as the great, the wise men, the politicians at night grayish, bloody vomit, wipe from their sheets, because they turn around the stomach when they think of that, the German people will be struck down by a creeping pandemic like the plague are parasitic in the country established and suffocated all living things and their own cell disfigured individuals replaced while the birth rate falls, net Germans every day more and more critical towards zero in the shortest possible time a new America in the middle of Europe as a purulent tumor grows from the soil and the last survivors on the Fields in the Middle East are beheaded and raped.

As long as the good, praised, abstinent pastors of this world, ten years of choir boys and altar boys to invite to dinner at their community with their innocent Kinderärsche canonized to maträtieren blessed by God and their long pendants unusable corrupt seed in barren Enddärmen plant and jerk off at night full of unholy lust for filmed seven years of Chicks on the fingers.

As long as the nobility, those who have bought this, the celebrities and people traveling to the upscale tourist prices into orbit around to press on the moon their ugly faces in the moon dust into which I would like to connect them in person. And we fly for prices around the world go for the others eat at McDonalds. And we really can travel every square millimeter of the world in no time.

As long as this world just whorish, hypocritical and cunning power of three is ...


... I will do a shit to save the world. And now if you abolish the bulbs, then I'll shoot you just to
candlelight a bullet in the nuts. But what has also romantic.

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