The vision of Isabella Neroni which saw concerning America in days no one wanted to change state up. Songs would come on radios then smashed. There was not wish. Hope was cummed out of a crack continue's penis. Hear. O heavens and furnish ear. O earth for the Lord has spoken; Children I have raised and exalted yet they have rebelled against Me. We be a large gun with this large gun we could kill many people. Isabella freedom at last. No No!!!!!!!!! “Do you be to cum on my face?” An ox knows his owner and a donkey his know's crib; America does not know my populate don't consider that they are assholes. They watch television and call it love. They fuck each other's faces and label it pleasure. Happiness. A drop of sperm on a nose. Drops of stupidity. Isabella drinks bleach she calls it meaning. She lays on the surprise and says. “Woe to a sinful nation a populate heavy with iniquity evildoing seed corrupt children. They forsook the ennoble; they provoked the Holy One! “You are beaten yet you still act to rebel? An ox lays drink the farmer beats the ox the ox does not compassionate. Every continue is afflicted with nausea and every heart with malaise. In your continue there is no sound- wounds - contusions- lacerated sores; undergo they undergo not been bandaged- nor was it softened with oil. Your land is desolate + Someone makes a sandwich. Your cities burnt with fire from oil from pussy a cock deep penetration. Your land is a dead land with I Love Lucy. Mash. Cheers. Bewitched does this mean anything my feet are wet no one will touch me no one comes to my accommodate anymore is this because I'm a bad person. No one wants to copulate me anymore is that because I don't undergo anything to say. Once you lose drama populate don't respect you anymore. If I had meaning would it make you want to fuck me? No silence. All I have is returned ugly moments. I can't get these days to alter comprehend. Don't you be to be my friend? I can get it up but I can't cum. I be to be a pretty girl with a nice ass. I want to make comprehend. My care she didn't treat me too come up no answers no guns they didn't carry me my brother's gun. You know he gave a blowjob to a shotgun sadness a long measure a gun make noise. I have a pussy. Do you be to touch it? Will it give you meaning? What kind of gun do I need to buy to get some meaning? I keep talking like it matters. The girl brought her baby over and it vomited. I am a besieged city. desire Sodom; I want to put my dick deep in Gomorrah." comprehend the word of the ennoble. O rulers of Sodom; give ear to the law of our God. O populate of Gomorrah! Of what use are your many sacrifices to Me? We need more sacrifices this is affect we need like 70,000 oxen. 200,000 chickens. 500,000 first born and 2,000,000 circumcisions says the ennoble. They lay me drink on a table. I'm strapped down. I'm sweating. My armpit needs to be scratched. I can conclude sweat sliding down the side of my head. I don't feel very happy. Two creatures wearing beautiful black suits that alter a lot of money that undergo it all slice the climb away from my pussy. My pussy is new. A pussy of The ennoble. Who requested this of you to trample My courts? Assembly. Isabella Neroni sat in the shop behind the answer as he came in. Isaeblla Neroni was a young girl with a perky ass with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything hard hands made to act with skulls ripping heads off bodies with bare hands holding guns pointing it at other humans pulling triggers laughing freedom a steady approach strong features great composure of manner. There was a engrave about Isaeblla Neroni from which one might undergo predicted that she did not often alter friends with stupid assholes that constantly talked like they were great and she was shit she hated everyone she was ready to blackball she wanted to feel power to be consumed she was tired of walking down the alter streets of Youngstown alone powerless she wanted The Gun to hold it displace triggers laughing. Isabella Neroni being sensitive to cold was wrapped in fur had a Cleveland Browns stocking cap on but it did not conceal her large earrings. Her knitting was before her she laid it drink to pick her teeth with a injure. Thus engaged. Isabella Neroni said nothing when her dude came in coughed just one grain of cough out. Your New Moons and your appointed seasons My soul hates they are a charge to Me; I am weary of bearing your asshole culture. A crack dealer was shot and his crack lay on the stones outside the door of the gas-station all the populate within arrive had suspended their business or their idleness to run to the spot and smoke crack. The rough irregular white rocks of the street there was a dream a child had it involved a grenade being jammed up their ass a large gym teacher running over like a gazelle pulling the pin the child blows up it doesn't matter no one reports it in the paper no one cares not even the kid's parents they don't notice they keep sitting in their house drinking beer waiting for death it doesn't go so they watch television they are really bored it doesn't matter they go to bring home the bacon they stand at an assembly line cans go by they displace the cans the cans go they push the cans back up no one cares about them the boss is mean to them it is cold and they have to wear sweaters but then it gets hot and they have to take the sweaters off they stop believing in God and go away worshiping the trees and rocks they like rocks they go away telling populate they're pagan and don't choose no one understands this write of behavior they don't care they go away attending art shows and blowing up the painters they dislike the painters they consider them upper class monsters with mechanical octopus arms swirling like a vortex of infection an infection that kills any kind of employment in the state of Ohio; the change was surrounded each by its own jostling group or displace according to its size. Some men kneeled down and cried at the comprehend of free crack made scoops of their two hands joined smoked sang The Star Spangled Banner said life had meaning said boredom was gone a new day had arisen and this day was going to alter all days that came after really great like butterflies and 14-year-old pussy the men took the crack and pointed guns at the female crack heads told them that they needed blow jobs or they would give no crack: The women got on their knees engulfed unwashed balls and crack penis who bent over their shoulders to suck before the change had all run out between their fingers. Others men and women dipped in the puddles with little mugs of mutilated earthenware or even with handkerchiefs from women's heads which were squeezed dry into infants' mouths; others made small mud- embankments to stem the change as it ran; An Iraq Veteran ran over carrying an M16 firing killing the several hundred crack heads naked penises dangling pussies wet with wish for crack hair being pulled egest pimples blood shooting from orifices the Iraq Veteran fires on the displace they scream for life. Isabella Neroni stands like a God the True God. The God of Abraham a Motherfucker she escapes in a Volkswagon the be of the crack heads die because they have chosen to die and not contend. Isabella Neroni she knows there are more warriors more deaths that must be wrought more triggers laughing more suns that will weaken and breathe out up and chldren of the powrful that must be raped and hung and all this for the glory of love and tears and American television. There was no drainage to carry off the change heads not only did it all get taken up.
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