I don't need your phone number, my dear... Nor do I need your mail... Much less do I need the fake media or the fake press... My message comes from your spirit and conscience, because I am the Aryan grail... Through the astral memory of pure Aryan blood, I reach you like a mental orgasm, wetting you like a divine flood... God always enters through the wound... Through contemplation in solitude... Democratic priests and minions with their usual envy always call me just an ignorant rude... But if so, how is it that only me, and no other man, have the sensitivity to touch you in this unique way? In such a way that you have completely surrendered your heart to me in a state of passionate submission like a vulnerable and willing prey... And despite all the democratic and feminist propaganda wanting to shape your mind it is to me that you always pray... Willing to kill liberal-democracy, so you can be sure that I'll with you forever stay...
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