Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

stoneage

you tormentors, i continued to excuse you. and you, whore of a foster mother, do you still know, do you remember that sunday afternoon when i almost died because of headaches and i buried my head in your lap? cold ass that you are, you sent me outside to the school to attend bible studies. half crazy with pain i stumbled across the schoolyard to hear the pious phrases of the minister who taught there about loving thy neighbor and preached obedience. i was not allowed to say anything, else you would have killed me totally, you and all the white monsters. how could i endure this without killing one of you?

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