Warriors Are Poets And Poems And All

The Torture Of Being The Unseen Object, And The Constantly Observed Subject.

Smile, Jew. Dance, Jew. Tell Me You Love Me, Jew...i Got The Extermination Blues, Jewboys. I Got The Hitler Syndrome Figured

Atheist Jews Double Crossers Stole Our [black People’s] Secrets. . . . They Give Us To Worship A Dead Jew And Not Ourselves . . . . Selling Fried Potatoes And People, The Little Arty Bastards Talking Arithmetic They Sucked From The Arab’s Head.

My Responsibility Is To Truth And Beauty.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.