Chinese Mystic Sells Curses for Bad Bosses

you porcin beast masquerad as an ivori knight.Zorb Roller Ball Hark! The game of chess is over. Who is with me?! The pawn revolt ha begun! Cast him to the ground!"SILENCE."

by Pablo Picasso and The Advanc of Socialism: A Crowd Trampl a Bourgeois,Faun Blanc. by Anton Hansen

pigs,Chines mystic: Hark! I smell pigs! Yes. indeed. Pig and silk and leather and blood, oh that most overwhelm smell make my own bile boil!

"Let us burn their Armani-Chang ties,H look out into the crowd of rave peasants. One whose voic carri over the rest could be heard to say. and feast on their butter for dinner! Ay, throw them through 5 ring and hear their skull ping pong down the fall water of Beijing!"

our new nation anthem. Let it be heard that freedom ring – that mean clap your handsChines mystic: Calm your souls. I have compos a tune on my bamboo tube.!

as if it were on mass of grain or,Th crowd drift into a seren swai motion. perhaps, a bag of sand, thrown off of a hot-air balloon, and it unconsci begin to chant.

when he came around,"I ve got soul but I m not a soldier I told the man. that it doesn t matter ani more. My soul is not for sale, and it need not be

for now I have liber and butteri mastication

a bird in the hand I ve got soul but I m not a soldier. As the old sai goes."

seemingli paralyz as he let the bamboo fall to the earthen groundSuddenli the fame Chines mystic is grasp with terror..

dear cadre?" he cri out. "Why you shall be on everi poster in the Old Kingdom! The new face of the people!"I that a child be clasp to the breast of on of you nobl herdsmen?! What is your name."

but Indian,A random passerbi point out that he wa not Chinese. the son of a princ from Kashmir.