O this

'God' knows one wouldn't "want" a capitalist a capitalist working working a dead ....a capitalist working on this breach birth. this killing gground of the hog cannibal god. his cacacaca shit son hung on the signifier's prick.

Jill weeps to her cunt. Mona keels to her Jill
Jack between the back to back
her reader's read she's written to love

and the battle boot

well kick out that bastard son
move out that window