Hahahahahahaha, satifaction extraction warms filth distraction

Walk this way for torture fame. The ripping of flesh, reminds me of school days, mistakes then tear the page. Juice flows far and wide, and to glide on pain satisfies the grain. Toss out the used bag and gag on the maggot pie, why? For to cry is my game, watching the same from eyes torn assunder. For under grave homes, lies the garage of shame, cloth for the insane Gein, rotton of the brain.