WIll all John Henkley's please report to the corporate barbeque.nLet's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens.nLeaving cock-suckers behindnWith stock imagination, reinventing commons then living without dead time.nOpinions are like assholes, everyone seems to have one.nSo here you go: death to fuzz!nnDead.nnUncle Sham and his sick Uncle Dickin', all fuzzy tailed and fucking like bunnies.nMaking you feel just like a warmed up corpse.nA total hit while hitting on everything.nGot to pump and dump.nBrains are on ice and still one too many bellies touching their backs while some have their back teeth buried under the ground.nnThey shall eat thy dinner out of a polystyrene polypropylene dish. It shall be pre-prepared, cooked in a microwave, sped up by a megatron at a two thousand four hundred and fifty megahertz frequency and thy food will be calories, BHT, BHA, sulfites, and yellow no.5.nNow its time to throw craps.nSo pay up mister hoof-and-mouth disease, the cake is getting thin. Add the coffin meat of those who don't have the sense to pour the piss out of a boot to save their lives.