You got to be kidding, Len : "me to have hidden hatred for Catholics$... and women shikse to be for my pleasure..."
First, put an S to pleasures.
Then, Christain sikses are my divinities, period.
I was brainwashed when still a kid by a gang of Jews called Metro, Goldwing, Messerschmidt Something who totalized my upper cells with a dancer named
Gilda And Glove. Yes, GAG again, like the Gustave you love,whileI love Gilda. And remember she fights the whole fucken Nazi South american Lobby of all Metals and wins against your GAG Meistger who fight for Saudia Worsia.
And I am ready to admit that it is utterly unfair that I love the dazzling girl, and you the ugly semite, may be even Arafat's twin. And you hate me because I refuse to switch with you.
So, Hollywood has saved me from the blue painfull cold stab of hate, and from sin,
Then Baywatch came, and the world has never been the same.
I am thankful for it.
I worship. Every day. In my chapel. Where no man is invited. I invoke. And she is already with me, in her total purity, lighted only by the three candels that light my bathroom, and at the worst moment, shocked, I realize that I forgot to ask :
"And you, my very dear Lady, whom do you worship?"
And she says (they probably all do), but she says :
"My own spirit and and body! Ok, you want a forth candel...
So, if you want the end of the story where I compare her body with bathingsuit to the map of Israel, and us both being in Eilat, in the very lower part of the suite, surrounded by two ranges of mountains like a gigantic canyon; her head and hair, the Hermon mountains, clouds around Syria where I push her hairs a bit, as to steal some Syrian acres. And I see her right hand slap a towel precisely where Beyrouth is, erasing the city, while a jet of melted gold burns Amman in an amazing armaggeddon flood.
And right under the thrust of her left nipple, laying in all its beauty, waiting to be kissed in a moment of folly, Jerusalem the Saint Awaits me with all her tears and tides. |
