Life is paine, monkey business, everyone was borne into itte. A select few, myself chiefly transcending, surpassing the volition of this mortal coil, just as the space you occupy, monkey business, the delicate folds of the space drape about my fingres rising at my command. Paine is beauty, what most refuse to take command of for themselves, the initiative, children women men and the olde, all laide to waste in the glorious empire, sacrifice my dear monkey business, It's apart of our worlde, our craft, witchcraft so to speak. Get on with your monkey self, AIDS filthies, no amount of money is a solution, short of mandatory negro castration. Pissants, raise your money for a cause, for a conspiracy, it ends up in one rich man's pocket or another, You thinke I'm the only one like myself? Everyone is tainted at birth.

-Farewell Monkey Business
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