in every right-winger creep's kitchen used tampax now substitutes tea bag

Now that all the nazi turd-sucking right-wingers have used the lot of their tea bags by throwing them, incredibly, into the muddy rough waters....in a gesture so effete and weak-wristed it obviously calls to "heaven" for a severe canning....a well-deserved penitential punishment....their rotten distended fat buttocks suffering the brunt of the consequences of their impardonable sin...





So....what the hell are they franticly doing now...? going down the groins of their dames....their dames and, beware, dames all over...! they are impinging inside the innard of....the dames they are able to reach into....with hands turned harpoons...!


Criminal bunch, will they ever stop rummaging into forbidden territory...? They are too stupid to understand life....and its secrets!










Oh, for sooth, now I understand...! They are looking for tampaxes to use in lieu...!


And the dirtier the better, in order to extract thus more juice...!



They are hunting for dirty soiled tampaxes to use....for their disgusting beverages....where they should have been using the tea bags they so effetely wasted....damned creeps!


The rich masters told them....and they obeyed....what else....their brains have been hogwashed for so long...."waste your tea for our pleasure and our money....you'll never see our money....now you'll never see the wasted tea..."


Pitiful amerdicans! How easy to fool! Too addicted to phantom money! A money only the rich masters will ever see and touch, the masters, the media masters, the tea bag party masters....ordering the skull-cracked minions to behave most laughably...!


Pitiful, pitiful....for sooth...

flocks of geese, flocks of stars

How well do they mix, the flocks. Of geese amongst stars. All together they seem, don't they, they seem to be writing purposeful letters ... T ... V ... X ...









Am I reading things? Am I reading PYX ... VEX ... STYX ... ?





Who am I vexing by DIPPING my pyx into the styx of the sky?




An adverse wind blurs my eyes.