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Prince mania!
The great best selling soundtrack, and single, “Purple Rain” is number ONE on the all important r&b/hip hop album and singles charts in both the US and UK.
Prince has risen as the dirty boy loving dancer has fallen off the edge of the world. Bitter, sour tongued Hannibal loves to lie about how well his gay idol is doing posthumously. Prince has the solid golden crown, michael has the paper crown, given to him for free at Burger King.
Thriller Michael Jackson number ONE hip hop singles chart Uk
Your lies are not working out too well, my little bitter, lemon suk king palsy man.
This era is many times worse than the Stone Age.
When MJ floons Michael sees their dongs rise.
Their hormones are running wild, and because their faith forbids sex, they have sex with children, especially boys. Michael is their role model.
I’m sure that when Michael went to play with those kids in the garden, he had a hard-on dong so stiff .Scary, you know.
Yes, that is right, in the Stone Age there was no imposed belief in God. And that is where the mistake lies: faith brings stupidity, PHEdOs, power, oppression.
We zijn ontstaan uit cellen billions years ago . Now we are a ape species with non cells ! Think about that .
This is the era that floons want boys, nude and willing to give men their bodies for either a price or free. Danny Partridge and Bobby Brady stripped for the violent priest.
The Pope’s blessing had worked well in Paris; the demons were raging. And in those Parisian alleys, of course, priests were hiding, or perhaps Hannibal too, to give those boys a good shagging.
Yes Red Lady, they have to plow up the entire grounds of Neverland to discover the bodies of young boys.
The dirt was razed up, turned over on the soiled property of the disgusting Neverland ranch. Boy bones crunched from beneath as the horrified crew operators stopped the bulldozers to see the corpses stick out from the sacred burial grounds like blooming flowers. These boys no longer have names, but have families that often wondered what happened to their lost loved ones.
The grand emperor has risen to the top of the charts. Hail Prince Rodgers Nelson.
Congratulations Red Lady !!!!
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Napoleon shed his skin”
Boys live in the mountains
One glorious night
Serpent’s breath
Bending steel
Robbing a blind man
Napoleon sheds his skin
Legs over the heart
Dark tower of eternity
He knows how to boogie
The thunder beyond
Demon boys tell tall tales
Behind the unholy cross
Under the friendly priest
Holding out for the juice
Around the dirty corner
He suffered from the laughter *
Walking home satisfied *
O mouthed pupil of pain *
From the banks of the sandy shores *
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley:
“White boys first, black boys last”
Smooth sail
Lubricate
Popping hips
Ravishing toads
Skin the blind dolly
Disabled boy hooker
Milking machine boogie
Hot male tot
Wild sex forest
Crazy vibrating legs
Take those boots
Murder mystery revival
Squeezing flesh
Rolling log by the dirty river
White boys first, black boys last
Looking for boys through the devil’s eye
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley:
“Hefty boys sell more than their bodies and souls”
First rate masturbating ghoul
The devil forced boys to drop to their knees
Take the palsy to the other side of the world
Closer and closer we stand
Boys are not allowed to call their mamas
Injustice for the hungry old priest
He was told that he better start suk king
Dreams of a sex starved boy loving man
A thousand nights , a thousand tears
When the lightening strikes again
Tongue tingling fungus toes
Paying the ferry man
In attack mode
Clouds will darken the unholy night
Hefty boys sell more than their bodies and souls
“It goes on and on”
With blood, sweat and tears in their tiny eyes, the pain of brutal humiliation and disappointment becomes almost too much to bear. The screaming palsy suddenly buries his head in his hefty arms as the overweight priest slips it in, balls deep. After the embarrassment, the retards no longer desire to be left alive. The pupil was only left with a rancid taste in his little mouth as vomit rose up from his pumping stomach to his acidy throat. The warm blood was extra salty on his chapped dry lips. With a steel hook, his honker was pulled up with wire, strapped from the back of his shattered skull by a tight leather strap. With stiff upper lip, they could see his front teeth were discolored with brown stains. His blood curdling screams begged for impending death. Broken laughter could be heard in the echoes. Plenty of fresh boys, just waiting in the wings of tainted love. Priests know that any of the boys can be easily replaced by another batch.
A flash mob suddenly breaks out as dancers attempt to celebrate michael mcJackson this Halloween. Under a bright full moon, shadows continue to creep up to unprepared young male tots that did not expect they would soon be groomed to turn fairy flying gay. The spooky night of the unfurling rainbow flag. The parade of boy, man and dirty priest.
“His last hope revealed”
With thick tubes of white snake, a dabble of pure Vaseline, men delivered their promise to rock their rolling bodies till extreme violation. Teeth snapped in tiny mouths as giants made sure the constant screams would finally die. Priests were always willing to deliver the last rites. With several voices forcibly silenced by early death, kitty can breathe a sigh of relief. Even old, kitty believes his deeds will lead him to the fountain of eternal youth.
As boys were forced to line up against the steaming shower walls, proud priests walk in with pounding hearts and woody dongs. The soapy games burned tots pimpled flesh with tears stinging their little eyes. The hefty giants laughed as several young pupils begged for compassionate mercy. Instead, the screams echoed through the tunnels of filth and shame. The swirling drain circled brown water as the rising barks buried the disgusting sounds of slapping ass.
The purple skies mean that Prince has risen once again to take the solid gold crown.
This is exactly why Michael Jackson fans do not want to see this and hear how a predator abused operates.
It was too disgusting for words how Michael Jackson really was.
His operation was certainly the handiwork of a serial boy loving predator. When several handsome tots wound up dead, questions would still remain unanswered. The plan was to sweep michael’s eye burning crimes under the rug. Bodies were stacked and numbered. Trucks were loaded with shaven fatties and bony skeletons.
Beneath the dirt, tiny bones lay within their shallow graves at the creepy property, located in the hills of Neverland ranch. The rancid stink of decaying flesh still lingering in the piercing breeze.
Their tiny heads started spinning round and round as michael’s long white fingers removed their tight whitey briefs, way down past those chunky knees. Dizzy from the throat burning alcohol, hefty tots pumped their chests as their tiny hearts finally popped like cherry bombs. Their flopping boy boob nipples were forcibly pinched with nubs of the clown’s chocolate fingertips. The woodpecker licked his disgusting lips, his ugly upside down mouth went in between those plump hog legs. While gobbling dongs, michael’s burning throat took the young white snake throbbing, and tickled the ultra tight anus to bladder tingling sensations.
The disgusting michael mcJackson cried over being abused, only to abuse others, himself. The good thing is that he is still dead.
Teary eyed boys filed in the dark halls, their bare toes stepping on pointed glass. Mean soldiers laughed as the screams became more intense. The stink rose from the funnels of blood, sweat and salted tears. Boys were forced to crawl to jiggling hairy bellies, their mouths wired open, their little piggy noses pulled up to their foreheads as their bloody lips are lifted up to expose shattered teeth. Surviving tots often begged their capturers for quick deaths as they could no longer stand the emotional and physical humiliation of the brutalizing torment. Within the grassy hills of fire and brimstone, Brussels is currently under siege. The riots bleed onto the streets of toe curling sin. The constant inhuman indignity and harsh conditions reminds us how fragile life is. One minute, you are comfortable, the next minute, you are begging for a speedy death. Men want the unholy violence of forbidden love.