No wonder you're fucking empty, feeling lost - in the dark

Should show some fucking manners, show some fucking gratitude - Show "Sir," impressive, chaotic moves

You're sick, shepherd, sick with mucking compromise. Each manic fraction of a fucking second, sick from everyone fucking everybody else

Fruit-stuck physics of words and slack

Voiced heard in your head sing at the coverage of lies. Hate it! Fuck your mothers moral. Can't talk - cock in mouth situation

Til you're retraining all

Cut it yourself, cancel

Well well, the whore's dead! Cut through piss about it, cut her sex offender boyfriend, cut the butterfly birthmarks, stand and regret versus aberrant moments of death, illumination!

Little cunt! Little cunt who made thee! Little cunt master! I'll fucking tell thee! Give you wrap around nuanced care!

Let you bleed a night between clean sheets!

Clothes stained sculpture over bones of liars!

And paint blood down palace walls!

Political, sovereign, bastard. How much can they give you to make their worlds vanish? King Jolly James

Inhuman horror part at the club, out drinking

How much corruption? How much stink of their pig?

Out of club of drinking, and co-opted by cunts

Now I've got your fucking attention. Pictures don't lie? Pictures tell it all! Pictures, show me! This sad, sloppy, menopause of crooked, colonial cringe. Finally fucking allowing you. Be gauche enough to raise these kinds of questions of class and internal necessity. Never mind that it's consensual. What do you think you're fucking doing? What do you fucking think you're doing?

What is angel? Is it English child? Fight liars' wars, and never mind the bitch in heat

Stinked Queen you jealousist doctor faded off its

Bodily fucking scent. In Estuary fucking English. Criminal craft an halo

Desperate Britannia. Kettled

Finally spinning out of control

Say it, fuck it, believe it, believe in anything

Submit to everything. Ridiculous shabbing and arousal that pent up

Everyone, everywhere, fuck it; Leave your mothers' and love us!