The gospel of Itchy Wiggle Christ by Gregory-John McCormick, Ralf Dellhofen (best way to read books .TXT) 📕

pit of hell in the detroit area, more ami soldiers are dead, blown up by muslim extremist bombs, detroit is the murder capitol of america, the entire city is going to hell, satan is rising up out of the pit, laughing heartily at the evil and chaos he sees, all of michigan belongs to the prince of darkness, the governess of michigan takes the evil lord into her bed every night. death, disease, murder, mayhem, all that is wrong and evil reigns true and pure in the state of michigan. i am a prisoner being held beyond my release date for no reason. i could do so much good in this world - in my europa - but the evil nazis of michigan will not release me. michigan pays for its sin. satan hath come.

 

the nasty little leprechaun went about urinating on everything. wherever he pissed, magic mushrooms grew. the leprechaun picked the mushrooms and gave them to the forest goats. the forest goats were very good friends of the leprechaun, the leprechaun protected the forest goats, and he played with them every day, riding around on their backs and laughing. the forest goats would get crazy when they ate the magic mushrooms, and they would drink guinness from silver buckets and dance and sing in the happy irish forest.

 

hello night, hello from this silly wee man. does the day have any idea the hell it has put me thru today? does the day care that i still have no letters and i feel absolutely horribly alone? does the day care that my head hurts so goddamned bad that i could not paint or write or even THINK today? does the day care that i am suffering a fate worse than death? no, the day does not care, not at all. only the night cares, because the night brings me sleep and escape and forgetting. nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch. i´m not in the business, i am the business. i need it all to go away and never return and for the goddess to take me in her arms and tell me it was all a bad dream, all a mistake, and i will never feel this kind of pain again. but i know i will never feel the goddess taking me in, i know i will suffer and suffer and suffer. stagnation, entropy, slow death, the disease of wanting to die and not dying. it´s all mine, all mine to experience forcibly beyond my wish. thank you, life, good night.

 

a night in hell is over, now a day in hell awaits. what cruel and filthy god invented the schwarze monsters that lurk in michigan prisons? what is the purpose of these monsters other than to torture me? i feel that there is some sick twisted god, and he is laughing his insane head off every single day, watching me being tortured by the monsters he created. i am being held for no reason in this prison, but if i had my way, i would never allow any of these homo-faggot filthy schwarze monsters out of prison. never. in fact, i would have all these loud-mouthed hip-hop monsters destroyed like sick mad cows. my life is a complete living hell. there is nothing i can do to change my situation. there is a burning rage inside my soul, a fire that will not be doused. what the fuck is all this for? why must i be tortured like this? is the christian god laughing now? is that him i hear laughing at me?

 

some fat pig council-woman of the city of detroit died from a bad stomach surgery procedure that was to make her stop eating. now her family will bring a lawsuit against the hospital for 100 million dollars. there is so much wrong with this. first, that some slob obese beast must have surgery because she can´t stop shoving food in her fat face. it is beyond disgusting - but this is america, land of the pigs, and where surgery and subsequent death is preferable rather than the fat slob just not eating all those fucking big macs! and then there is lawsuit against a hospital, it will hurt the hospital and possible endanger or hinder the lives of innocents, like sick children or old folks. and for what? because of the death of some sickening worthless schwarze pig? it is beyond thinking. that pigs life was not worth spit, and yet her fat pig family will live rich from her death and children and old folks will suffer. this is america, dear reader, stay away.

 

some kid died in iraq, he was an american marine, and the marine corps sent 3 soldiers to the kid´s father´s house to say the father´s kid was dead. the father went nuts and set fire to the car the 3 marines came to the house in, and the father set fire to himself and burned to death. the kid was the father´s first-born son. the family of the dead kid is on national TV calling for an end to the war, but just as the mother of the dead kid started saying "the war must end", the TV station cut off her interview. for those too young to remember or know, this is called "propaganda control". the usa will not allow any subversive anti-war statements to be made about what a horrible thing the war in iraq is, or what a fucked-up nazi government is in control of the usa government. the usa learned this propaganda control from a certain german named josef goebbels, he was hitler´s propaganda minister. the usa learned a great deal from the nazis of germany, especially how to control all media and how to imprison any person "they" do not like for as long as they want to keep that person in prison and give absolutely no reason for keeping that person. this is what is happening to me, and nazi-land usa can do it, because nazi-land usa has the guns.

 

there was once a little sparrow. he was a happy sparrow, he had many friends and lots of food, because every day an irish boy fed the sparrow and his sparrow-friends all his bread. the irish boy was in prison and did not get any food that would keep him alive for long, but the irish boy still gave all his bread to the sparrows. the irish boy did not really care if he lived or died, and giving his only food to the sparrows made him feel happy,if only for a little while. the one little sparrow saw the irish boy every day, and altho he was happy that he had plenty of bread to eat, the little sparrow could sense the sadness in the irish boy. one day he saw a tear in the irish boy´s eye, and it made the little sparrow´s heart ache terribly. the little sparrow flew next to the irish boy with his piece of bread and set it down next to the irish boy´s foot. the little sparrow wanted the irish boy to feel happy as he felt. and the little sparrow´s completely unselfish act melted the little irish boy´s heart and stopped his sad tears from flowing.

 

the "dave matthew´s band" dumped 800 gallons of their tour-bus toilet water, a torrent of filthy human waste, down upon a tourist boat filled with ami tourists in chicago, usa. all the tourists became sick and started vomiting, and now the tourists are bringing a lawsuit against the dave matthew´s band. i think it is hilarious, and i have to give dave matthew´s band my congratulations, "what a nice shot, man!", ha ha. pour shit on more tourists!

 

night night. perfect time, goodbye time. ralf finally wrote me, so it was a good day for me. now i just battle my headache with a handful of aspirin and read my star wars book. also my bukowski story in german, captain ralf sent to me.

 

it is hot, even now at 23:00 Uhr, bad sleeping weather, but very appropriate temperature for hell, which is where i am. "the waterboy" is on TV, bobby boo-shay´s girlfriend in the movie is torturing my loins. i´ve got to stop watching this fucking stuff, it only causes sexual anguish. who is that, mama? it´s the devil, bobby. she looks like a grufti queen of death sex. i want to die.

 

hot humid sick morning. unemployment is rising sky-high in america, police and prosecutors are being fired from their jobs in detroit, and gun violence and murder is at all-time high in detroit. this is good news - detroit is going straight to hell. the entire city is a warzone, people die violent deaths every day, citizens afraid to leave their homes. beautiful! just like saigon! hey ami soldiers, you think it is bad in iraq? come to detroit for a vacation! killer schwarze crack-heads are running wild in the streets, they will kill you for a dollar! life is cheap in detroit city! come here for fun and death and drugs! bring your guns! this is the price of freedom. just as rome fell, so goes america. and i could not be happier to see this whole fucking country self-destruct and go to hell. get pissed, destroy.

 

i am ill today, more so than normal. i feel a cold coming on. this makes my tortured existence even worse. and i think i hear jeebus laughing at me from up in his judeo-christian heaven. i wonder if the hell that the creeping christians describe is actually heaven, and the heaven with jeebus is actually a horrible hell. maybe the actual hell is a great place, with streams of irish whiskey and satan is a happy little leprechaun, and chocolate is free and plentiful, magic mushrooms grow wild, dr. timothy leary is the bartender, milla jovovich is my personal "assistant". i want to go to this place. i want to go now.

 

you´ll excuse me, i must go tend to a dispute. who cares? i am so fucking goddamned brutally sick today. i have a severe cold, the only kind one gets in this cesspool of a prison. so i feel like i want to die from the cold and want to die from loneliness and want to die because my useless life is going nowhere and i am rotting from the inside. what if i wanted more than just weapons? how about you girls? it´s a death trap, a fusion reactor full of disgust, ready for meltdown and total annihilation of my private little hell. dreams are coming, lieutenant colonel samantha carter is coming, ha ha. sexy smart blond girl with a machine gun. lovely, makes for great itchy dreams. at least it is a nice TV show, this "stargate". allows me to live vicariously thru the characters. samantha carter meets an alien named itchy and very many nasty good-n-fun things occur. what a shameful boy i am. but i am a prisoner, and so far from reality that my dreams and fantasies are more real than the hell i really exist in. goodnight.

 

morning two of having a cold, miserable. ostrich farm on the spanish channel, and some mexican girl with big milk factories that i would insert strange objects into, but i am far too sick today, ha ha. i am really a mess now - can´t really work, but can´t sleep either. i will probably do my crosswords all day. all the faggots and loud-mouth jungle-schwarze-püdeln, are the same, irritate the shit out of me to the point of needing to puke on a normal day, but now that i´m sick, it is worse. but there is no escaping from those monsters. life surely is not worth this suffering. i feel even too weak to express it in words. i only wish to collapse in a shaking quivering mess and die, let the monsters, faggots, morons, loud-mouth uneducated retards take this world. they are the creation of