ICH BIN GOTT, UND SIE MEINER SIND!!! BüCK DICH! BEFEHEL ICH DIR!!! Ich rauben das Kinderbetten in das Nacht, und ich beobachten das Chib von ihrem Wandschrank... ICH SEHE SIE!!!!!! Was ist eure Address??? Weil ich hassen Sie, und Ich Sie töten werde!!! Beugen Sie zu mir!!! Lecken Sie meine Stiefel!!!
Fookin meagles... youre all going to die... Poopy poopy poopy me know no whato to no say... words flutter in my skull like dying purupurle burds, and the meagul beagle lands on Mars on Christmas day, so Margaret's a man and bend over cause she sways just the way the meat does flay, and with the heat the flesh does flail revealing the bones like skeleton sex and lesbian porn and all screamed "Boner!" the day God was born.....
so yes, this is the site of the sick one, whose perception of reality is so clear it convolutes into a swirl of anguish, inciting vomitory spasms; the nausea of waking plagues this god who won't forgive. i curse your existence.i will make you suffer the consequence of being born. bleed for me!!! so- email me if you must.
Czech dis out, yo