It’s a photograph, it’s an invisible wire…

it’s a paper, my son don’t read that [bad word] line…

In my sincere egotism there’s up something in arm

I’m hungry!

My suspect friend is also a toy which I can move; that’s a [bad word] play…

My so healthy, sweet son, you like the plastic man like I love [bad word] flesh days…

flesh is the simple, prehistoric, food of mankind…I’m sorry…

close your eyes, your bleak holes are gaping, my food is your green slime, prophecy’s raising!

I wanna lick this portrait of a happy family, genius is my folly…

Polishing my shoes doesn’t mean you are living; son, plump for my delicts…

Cats follow the [bad word] rats your fat’s like a perfect coating ,

I love strip your flesh…flesh is the simple, prehistoric, food of mankind…

I’m sorry… this wrong breed s [bad word] paper that burning, screams that in vain are praying, devil’s my lordship!

I wanna lick this portrait of a happy family, genius is my folly…

I want the better breed; baby, is that enough?

All the teeth I’ve got, all this torment is my job, now take your [bad word] on…

wait for your cauldron, [bad word] off…

get your [bad word] hands in the air…

tear, smile, spits, soldiers…

my dear, silence my stupid shudder…

this wrong breed deserves the end!

Tomorrow 1 million of people will hate your dad;

my son kiss my cheek… my dreams are getting to an end!