Pornography

Justice in blowtorches. Childhood sweethearts lose their virginity at the front line of a gang war. Bullets and semen shake your hand at the 5:30 traffic jam. Stuck just as planned! Every doomsday plot is hatched at a red light. Cubicle villains write a series of manifestos entitled Erotica for Fecalpheliacs. The pages line cribs of future strippers and street walkers, bred to imperfection. No sympathy shown to babies baptized at whorehouses. Place bullet casings in their rattles, tie a paper noose on the swing. Little boys make their first dollars with lemonade laundering. Little girls get their first kisses under a roofy's influence. This is our future. An orgy of lepers dehydrating under an exploding sun.

Kill Me, Please!

I'm the bee's knee's, the cat's pajamas. A clean bill of health on my mind. Where's the beef? I find it all in a good year's work. Another day another dollar. Money makes the world go 'round! I save 15% or more on car insurance and so can you! Sign on the dotted line, let's have lunch! We can discuss the endless potential of plastics over some coffee. I take mine with creamer. Got milk? On sale for $29.99! And if you call within the next 5 seconds, you get this anti-zit cream FREE! So just call or send me a txt. Your need is our concern.

High Class Woman (Worthless Cunt)

So beautiful in your high heels. fancy dress, and pound of makeup. Men flock to you like maggots to a corpse. But I have my ideals and standards. I'm not going to bow down to someone who would kick me in the teeth. How many people did you cripple to get where you're at? And how many friends did you leave bleeding to stand tall? You're not worth the scum beneath my fingernails. Serving no purpose other than drying up the wallets of unsuspecting twits, twat. I only hope the fires of Hell singe your luscious hair before it turns your money and body to ash.