If you cannot hear yourself think, then you cannot think. Think about that.
Physiological warfare, patriotic songs to motivate the troops and inspire nostalgia, loudspeakers in war, soundscape torture and attack, are all variations of my ancient Music and War program. All are contrived and controlled aspects of my, ‘Master Plan for World Domination’. We have long known bag-pipes to be as effective as water-boarding.
A Muppet like Big Bird, who never could carry a tune, is only bested by that sour song-bird, Tanya Donnely. Either of these beasts sing and people cringe. Both are perfect for torture.
Saudi Arabian Hackers attack my site, ravage my Blog. In response our crack team of Demon technicians launched a bullet-proof, ready to rock, new site, so screw you sand-sucking Saudi punks.
And in this slight lull in our web-presence, that every audacious whore, Tanya Donelly, is on top of the Google search again. Her stupid song post pushing it’s way past the litany of wonderful Everydevil Toons. This insipid, carpet-munching, so-called songstress is earning a hot spot in Hell.
Starting with that Donelly’s plump ass, I’m gonna start really Chemtrailing the Hell out of this Planet! You hear me Donelly? I’m going to Chemtrail your fat ass!! Cover that sad sour little world with black death. Back off or get burnt Bitch!!
That’s Every Devil, a song by some Generation X fossil of a droning downer whore.
Out of all that caterwauling she calls a catalogue she needs to name one of her stupid songs Every Devil?
Screwing with my ‘Everydevil’ search engine results.
The sourest screams of Hell are more melodic and less irritating then that screeching she calls singing.
On her arrival here, she’ll get called out on the carpet, she knows what I mean.