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OPEN LETTER
An Open Letter to All You Cunts
To cunts of all shapes, sizes, colours, textures, and odours
Dear cunts of all sorts,
He is a boy sleeping against the mosque wall, ejaculates wet dreaming into a thousand cunts pink and smooth as sea shells.
— William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
To all the wet, warm, snug cunts I have had the pleasure of shagging. thank you, and I will always fondly remember you. Even when I forget your face, I’ll always remember your cunt. And maybe your titties. But never your name.
To all the drunken, fucked up cunts I’ve partied with, revelled with, raised hell with — love you guys. We need to raze some more shit real soon now. Y’all are great cunts. Life’s too short to be a dirty, smelly cunt.
I’m no gynaecologist, but I know a dirty cunt when I see one.
To all the pathetic, sexless, incel-in-training cunt web developers who let you load their page, and look for a second before loading pop-ups and videos all over the damn place, slowing down the browser to a snail’s pace, the ninth ring of hell is too easy for you. May you be forever a cunt, and never know the warmth and lovingness of a real cunt. Let your…
