Suffer. Linger. Suffer
General Pinochet Fighting For His Life
Don’t die, Augusto. But don’t make it back to health. I’d like you to linger a few years, not dead, not alive, not conscious but not unconscious either.
Linger, Augusto, with a tube in your nose and tube in your throat and a tube in your dickhole and a needle in your wrist. Bedsores, Augusto, and bedbugs.
I hope you have a nurse who abuses your helpless frame, punching your motionless body when no one is looking.
Linger awhile Augusto, in a white room that smells of sanitizer, vomit, old age, and death suspended.
You don’t deserve to die, Augusto. And you don’t deserve to live either.
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December 4th, 2006 at 3:46 pm
my thoughts exactly,bro.
although at times like this I do like to think of him burning in hell with ariel sharon…
December 4th, 2006 at 4:39 pm
I think Ariel is still lingering too, right?
Lingering for awhile doesn’t absolve them of the eternal burning they both face, in the lake of fire.
December 6th, 2006 at 3:28 am
If only you could get that angry about the Muslim terrorists…..
December 6th, 2006 at 2:31 pm
Why would you assume that I don’t?
Believe me, I am no friend of fundamentalist islam at all. they stand for the exact same things as fundamentalists everywhere: repression and thought control.