Boston is a hellhole, or so it's been told. undermined by public works ran arm-in-arm by drunken agents of the IRA and al Qaeda operatives sent to vacation in a city that would serve as a lynchpin, further entrenching radicalization born of manifestos written by flickering lamplight in caves across countries that end in "istan". you were duped into not believing. you were lied to by socialistic Satan networks whose profiteering starts with child pornography and ends addicted, torn and bleeding in a back alley of Belfast.
how could you know any better? you had your innocence stolen by men who wore surgical masks by day and balaclavas by night. night is when the real wetwork begins. tapping into the signal feed of a hundred million hungry raped monkeys. ambushed in the UHF by VHS and PCP fed to you by IV bags that drip drip drip the drugs straight into your cortex where childhood is slowly stripped like a Russian whore and made to parade down the catwalk - ass to ass with the double-ender; crying only bring smiles to the old men stained yellow by a century of nicotiene stains and liver failure. failure to conceive the thought of it was your only crime. show us on the doll where the bad men touched you. show us you mind laid bare and quiverring like blackened pudding.
how could you know what to do? it's not like there's a
government approved training manual.....