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June 20, 2005

Apropos nothing in particular, may I just express my sincere wish that Mohammad Atta and the rest of the 9/11 hijackers are currently taking turns in Hell being anally violated by Ch'iuk - shi, the horny - phallused pig - demon of the ancient Asian peoples; and that in the course of this violation they are stretched lambskin - thin over said horned phallus, and are then in turn used as sensation - enhancing condoms by Ch'iuk - shi as he seeks further infernal pleasure with Kul'd' - ako, also called "She of the Infinitely Razored Vagina;" and that, when Ch'iuk - shi's acidic issue has seared its way through their innards and burst through their eyesockets, each of them is draped on a barbed - wire rack over a pit of bubbling molten sulphur, there to reconstitute for the pig - demon's pleasure; and that Ch'iuk - shi is ready to go again every hour, on the hour, except for between noon and one, when he enjoys a parmesan sandwich made from sausage meats stuffed into the flayed skins of the hijackers who have finished their turn on the drying rack and are awaiting Ch'iuk - shi's spiked member up their backsides.

This is my wish for this day.

And maybe a nice sausage parmesan sandwich for myself.

Without the hijacker - skin, of course. That stuff is nasty.