This is for Jimmy Swaggart: Iâ€™m a murderer. If corpses could suck breath eleven would tell you that it is so. Why? For the joy of a righteous cause. Whilst their eyes leap with fear, mine do a burgeoning dance of orgasmic pleasure. Raping them and gargling their blood is the only way to conquer arbitrariness and its snotty producers. Iâ€™m a Messiah. I happened to compensate for those that have already failed; that dickhead Levi, his arrogance inflated dog, Fat Crowley, and that wimpy, street trick dude â€¦ whatâ€™s … Continue reading →
Iâ€™m the elegance in venereal and the insolence in lovers Iâ€™m the incest in ultimate, worshiped by killers Donâ€™t call me the spit of indifference for iâ€™m passionate with rage Iâ€™m going to see the whole world fallen into steps to my grave Iâ€™ll be eager in descent, iâ€™ll laugh at the night, cutting myself again and again as a dead testament to the living game.