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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Transmit transpire anti social copious methods of blank balled fissures of disastrous mistruths on the border of hell raiser dispatch piss filled like rats on a stinking/sinking ship, inbred senate cowardice akin to the O.K. coral what to think, desire and do do to keep a prostitute peace/place with the powers that be-nign perfectly reflected in a mired mirror of reflected countenance or your political vampire vise on those you feed upon as your real reflection. with no scope of redemption you impose your aftermath and bloody consequences on silly human foible freedoms as to a holier to me than thou, you nearsighted in-sighter aqueous humor blind-sided on the Avenue of all that is free from loins of a perfect pleasure dome of a do as you please parley-yet illiteral ill-consecrated ill-conceived death as to the moral physics of universal Karma-for whom the bell tolls MF. Your family fortified adorned with psychophilosophical parental penetrations misguided misogynists' maladroit misery at every trick turn fantasy filled through dollars and cents corrupted con-copulated by weiner-winner take all from those of unknown nomenclature from a perfect populace of innocence. Honor among green buck thieves, like Borgias on permanent holiday on the backs of the no name populace, kill before conquer, the road less traveled to epiphany, bypass the inane human Capital of free anything and ride the dick-tator torrentship of rancid rapture that are us and prelude to the dance of St. Vitas in the wake of your Ego that falls in the land of Oz. Ding Dong the witch is Dead. There's no place like Home.
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