War Pigs - Alice Donut

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Come Up With Your Hands Out - Alice Donut

This is an improvised monologue. from the liner notes: "this story is absolutely true. And can be verified by numerous respected and reliable sources."

Naked, Sharp & Perfect - Alice Donut

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Sleep - Alice Donut

How i love to sleep I was back in mahomet, illinois, A mongoloid child played with Aa bright orange smurf ball Gurgling to himself contentedly Next to a tree. in the middle Of the street stood a small Repulsive chihuahua-like beast with Huge bulging lascivious eyes and sickly Liver spotted skin. it llifted its tail […]

Dead River - Alice Donut

New world order out of hand Bloodbath slaughter on the hot white sand Roman orgy a burning stake The head of the baptist wiggling on a plate New world order for a texas god Bloodbath slaughter black crude jihad Blacks and hispanics poor white trash Snug in the plastic of a bodybag No no not […]

What - Alice Donut

What? What? What? What?

Telebloodprintmediadeathwhore - Alice Donut

Pretty you make it look so eaasy So pretty you make it look so sexy Blood’s dripping from the headlines In censored lust With kinder and gentler Offensive thrusts Goebbels on the networks A warm virile touch A massive and decisive Sudden sex flush Lotte lenya’s cheekbones on a sunni muslim nun Straddling the carbine […]

My Best Friend’s Wife - Alice Donut

The wife of my best friend Stares right through me into The tumor of my sick need The wife of my best friend Flinches at the wheel takes a Vitamin complex to supplement Her meal The wife of my best friend Builds the scaffolding for a Splinter faction of the lunatic fringe The wife of […]

Rise To The Skin - Alice Donut

The earth spins much too fast here. I lay down and brace myself. I dig my fingers deep into the dirt. I feel the filth inside me rise. I feel it rise to the skin. I don’t want to be spun off. Space is a hostile environment.