3.5 drinks in and uber honest
I cannot tolerate my NW USA scandle of sex trafficking. I am not trained in dark kayakujutsu. But too many more reasons to flare, I can conceivably acquire, with no help, 5 gallons on petrol, dump it on my person, standing on a raft on the Columbia in neither Oregon or Washington… like Huck Finn… exceeding Today’s Tom Sawyer.
And if I am in the water, I know drowning is the real hell. Half-charred, alone… invokes sweeter winds, but 9o% in hell. No one.. No one wants.. another Thich Duc Quac .. Yet.. Sexual slavery of minors must die… I wanna help.
Fuck the traffickers up!!–!!!
Kill em all with snuff
Let god sort their bones
Bury their asses
Inject, but avoid bloodlet, for I, so demented say:
Love on the children by eraditcating thei mitherfucking Jason and Freddies
Fuck legal fuck legallllllllll
Disaster waiting for another boy ot girl ADULTS KNOW BETTER
I am sick with black hell
Sick of candy white lies
Sick of vermin!- kiss the SKY vermin
I could roast without audience
Unto my Sky