I reject the Quran, I detest the Quran. After considering the Quran, I decide it is fit for destruction and nothing more.

It's pages, extracted from the spine that hold, now cover my floor and that is where they remain.

My pantyhose covered toes caress the book, my sweaty soles glide across the lies of a false God, of a disgusting liar prophet. This is a good place to rest my white soles, and nothing more. My feet are more sacred than the Quran. I tease you with them and you feel my superiority, you fall to your knees.