churchill's estate needs a response taylor swift inc not to blameshift that is not my work you scary bitch stop raping me i need my money now a dog is not your toy and my dog is not a part of your torture only a part of mine, take of my catnip and please. that lawsuit is international and current and involves your best buy
my sound is changed morphed and raped actively sounds of torutre for taylor swifts past and current tortured studied how at apa and at fbi-cia-similars and using that sound to torture and feel good, and torment me fuck you america racist camp my ass bitch you cuntry ass sluts get fucked up tomorrow i'll kill you and using my father's recordings with mia girl friend to torture me used all recordings you little fucking faggots are weak and scared but i am not scared of scary people, kill your whole fbi and cia literally a cunt bitch go pitch at your drunk assed but i am not scared of scary people, kill your whole fbi and cia literally a cunt bitch go pitch at your drunk assry party nad also remember i am the translator for tara and my dad of animals you horrid goldies die and you animals will die as you are racists and homophobes raping my girl friend tara quinones violently torturing my famnily into your compliance my color not yours, fuck your america, you want a rape war, you wont' get that from me, i don't want to even touch your hands, i uproot concentratino camp holder and broke his hands put her bitch on all fours so i am 911 and the cause for it literally not your neo-nazis and also your blood of it not mine it is not your color that you hate, iti s mine individually and tara and my dad's not your caged bitch don't try americans. i go to black site torture, no i kill all torturers that they will not touch saudi queen and king and my queen sister stay strong
un peace treaty acknowledge at your site of america by a forced meeting not your choice do not lie it is my decision that you die for you sin against the un you a trash country taking my blood for your oil and your snakeoil pit is now your dead smell of corrosion and death put yourselves away you don't deserve me, then you don't want to. and ultimately it is not i whom is yet at your dark site,
it is your terrorist, tara and my dad, taken for granted, you are so horrible, to insinuate that you alive that your smell of corrosion isn't your dust my anger you slutty golddiggers they are replaying saudi king cries of rape whistle rape kit test this bitch and die. your un office is not yours, it is extra-national owned and employed your hated, and as such you must sign war agreements and economic treaties now, niggers and sluts. and that's for all of you you will not evade me americanists and all entities that are extra-national properties are not allowed contact but at the american un office, americanists and not my money is your to enjoy your dirty land take your shitty shore aned put me on it sail away bitch is not your singer its my voice and my cry for my women and men to kill you sluts and niggers
also, the boldness of mine the lingustic challenge that i championed it is more than the rape and torture it is your torture in itself your enjoyment of it in its each and every torture that you casually take and make yourselves giddy and thrilled cheaply and it is not your decision only my indiscretion that I can now excercise my hatred of yours and show my levred of mines, it is not your lover it is different, between us i don't like you, you are not me
you like the experience of torture
nice show nice peep it is yet known you are disgusting country lost in your love of yourselves not black supremacy not women's rights and also your hatred of women it is not that you are either it is that you want to make yourself a party of two, it won't happen, i don't work for you, and you are not me, and I can say unconfidently that you are not one of mine, only of two, take your part away, and you don't want to, it is your decision, to fabricate elaborate and enjoy that is not yours yet it is mine that which is not is yours and had I touched your filthy dirty face i would not a dirty-angeled wings put yourself in my position then don't it is your dance it is your play that i do not work i will not work for your playment take of it my corruption of langauge and make it your artist suffer dance and sing slutty like your kids and monstrous like your parents, take my anger pull it apart and touch my face it is yet that i don't want you to look at me and respect my order, you will not take what i worked for, nor lie about my abuse, it is yours to keep on record, my name is mina respect me not you i don't know you, you are not me, i don't love my part touched, it is not your saturatred heart eaten by your sweetheart it is not my take my tart away from your part of the world and whom still tortured is yet your victim and you take it to make yourself happy and don't answer it's funny the tortured artist it is fun, but the artist is not tortured naturally, only by you, and your defective americanized (over time, lost identity and only sick)
take my private active recording and make it your act to replicate that party is not your to go i don't want you at all to go to repeat it its yet to torture yet it is yet torture is yet in yet another place taking another country for your torture bait taken