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Monday, 21 September 2015

David Cameron put its cock in the mouth of a pig

Legitimuse the antidote: at three AM wondering the streets wrapt in a crap blanket liberalise the schema take, say, a Scharma or an Icke, take, say, on overlayered fog horn: brutalise the lot, then say "pig rapist" then "satanist" then obviously let out the noxious gas "Crowley" to understand the tendency:(ahem) that any Crowlyite would rather bend a Cameron (ahem) in public or in bed (bend down my love) that loosed up in the land of Bohemia "simmer down", that the pig itself that lets the cock go sliding in and out its mouth is not the slightest cheek, not even the glint, but rather that the Satanism is, that Cameron's ritual cock is not the same as his work cock, that the work cock couldn't fuck a pig, just you, just you could be slash out are fucked by the work cock and sometimes the leisure cock (smaller) all day and every fucking day. But Cameron's cocks: he likens them to "Russian Dolls" and "Pigs in Blankets": one small leisure cock nesting in one giant work cock - a chiming clockwork dick with a sieve gauze all around oozing moral pus, and wrapt in those the tiniest cock of all: David Cameron's Satan cock, the one that follows you home to nail you to the floor, the one you say it's unimportant to be hurt by, the one that I saw first when I was tiny, or knew it existed, and every time you allow yourself some slack he says you remind him of the greening dead pig's tongue not moving but being lapped against by a tiny erect mandate whether true or not it fails to be less true. Pig. Higgs. Fuck you.
Now stare into the night stare into your emptiness stare into the noughted distance and when you feel like you're about to die or as you are ripped from your sleep by a terrifying jolt, caress your hair and lap and whisper into these empty fears "David Cameron fucked a

pig" and when you hear the forests
blister in the wind and when
your hair is frozen soil and when
will this noise finish say David Cameron

fucked a dead pig like a prayer
he fucked its dead face like
a prayer and call it out in your poverty
and whisper to your lover

and when the prayer jaw clamped
in a death lock on the leisure cock
and when you are lying
and broken and your morality is beaten

he will still have fucked a dead pig's
face it is more useful to say a dead
pig's face and nothing else the moral
higgs, the strapped on voice.

And even if it isn't true it is and even if it is true the facts are bolted shut it is lost in time the origin of hatred of values of teeth of heads of growth of security David Cameron fucked a pig. David Cameron fucked a pig. David Cameron fucked a pig. David Cameron fucked a pig.

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