Delay
DeLay’s visage when I first came upon it, sent chills through my very being; his chopped, uneven hair, his twisted form seeming to fill the shape of a huge rat within his cheap ill-fitting suit; his sharp-toothed, chiseled and grinning face evilly rat-like, while dangling at the ends of his arms, moved things almost like human hands.
I see now that he took messages betwixt old Abramoff and the devil’s own, and was nursed on Indian blood, 13.5 million dollars worth, which it sucked like a vampire. Its voice was a kind of loathsome titter, and it could, and did, speak the language of lies, even to death itself.
DeLay attempted even to use G-d, thinking he could deceive even the Almighty through Ralph Reed, who helped him in his ritualistic Satanic rites.
Of all the bizarre monstrosities in America’s dreams, nothing filled me with greater panic and nausea than this blasphemous and diminutive hybrid, whose image flits across my vision in a form a thousand fold more hateful than anything my dreaming mind could have constructed from the records of his speeches and the hushed whispers referencing his fetor in the media.
DeLay’s visage when I first came upon it, sent chills through my very being; his chopped, uneven hair, his twisted form seeming to fill the shape of a huge rat within his cheap ill-fitting suit; his sharp-toothed, chiseled and grinning face evilly rat-like, while dangling at the ends of his arms, moved things almost like human hands.
I see now that he took messages betwixt old Abramoff and the devil’s own, and was nursed on Indian blood, 13.5 million dollars worth, which it sucked like a vampire. Its voice was a kind of loathsome titter, and it could, and did, speak the language of lies, even to death itself.
DeLay attempted even to use G-d, thinking he could deceive even the Almighty through Ralph Reed, who helped him in his ritualistic Satanic rites.
Of all the bizarre monstrosities in America’s dreams, nothing filled me with greater panic and nausea than this blasphemous and diminutive hybrid, whose image flits across my vision in a form a thousand fold more hateful than anything my dreaming mind could have constructed from the records of his speeches and the hushed whispers referencing his fetor in the media.
