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HELLO THERE! Indian headdresses and sketches of the yachts some of our more well-off kinfolk (read: shitheads) sailing into the bay of isles annexed by the Land of Rocky Rockwell and Rockefeller
conveying due homage to the colonialism and slaughter that made this Sour Liberty, the doves and flowers captioned love will fly away to make room for the viscera:
nips in stockades, soldiers circle nerking and no last cigarette for those fudgepacking immunodeficient heathens, just fillem fulla lead and Fed ex em to the crematorium.
Iwo Jima butt kickers kicking Indian butt and big deal if you've been here while we flogged ourselves from town to town spreading the plague and squatter's rights? who gives a shit?
This is an historical monument and this and this and this and my sugar daddy killed ten niggers at the bottom of that hill.
Somebody's got to do the spring cleaning when welfare cheaters are bankrupting the GNP goddammit and spend 40 percent of your paycheck on Last Supper scratch n sniff n drop n roll lotto while supplies last;
hey - can you give me a ride to the post office - they just released the new stamp - it's got a picture of God shaking hands with our President and He told him we were the chosen.