Cabbage Head
The world was on fire. Ice hit the roads. Peace died at the altar of bread and wine. Words twisted and molded into clay shapes. Sculptures of divine craft and death. Movies of trash and imbeciles. Blonde whores salivating at white Jewish cock. Men destroyed by the vices of life. Grocery stores filled with the abominations of nature. Machines and plastic consumed everything. Prices ruled the world. Weights, money, rice, and broken plates. I saw bad fashion, retarded music, idiotic art, a machine that spewed out falsehoods. Large tech companies ruled the world. Digits, zeroes and ones projected Asian nymphos raving in the dark nights proclaiming freedom through sex and drugs. Magic hits of love and electronic music blaring at speeds of neurological dopamine. Are you sure you want to do that Amy? The pearls fall off her neck. I’m painting like a madman on the streets of Bombay. The women have fallen. Death and sin is upon us. Gospels of lies and Western feet worship. The world was vile, white, and dumb. Chinese labor supported everything. Fat Jewish cock soaked in sugar and water entered business worlds making millions of dollars a day. Beautiful Chinese orphans sold on black markets. Socialist Gods in tailored suits. The God of Mammon ruled the world. Silk cloth on porcelain skin. Chinese women moaning in pure ecstasy while being pumped in the pussy by pure international business engineering cock. They moaned in pure pleasure, destroying life with nudity and slavery. Electronic gates of red light. Gray plastic, cement stone prisons run by American Chinese lawyers. Fake Evangelicals ruled the city suburbs. Old ugly Chinese women who refused to grow their hair, cooking dishes of brown shit and sour urine soup.
