thaw the quaaludes from disneys cryogenic husk. lift the curtains, flip up the skirt. lets have a look at that old c*nt. sarin nerve gas and the four noble truths, rebirth and again raised the infinite idiot. path leading to corpse, to c*nt, to bio-terror catalyst. sending it all to shiva in an envelope covered in anti-semitic and m**m graffiti. all i want is to be on the winning team.