Who presses your belly buttons to remote control the dimensions,
your smoke-screened lecherously faggotty morphing! Do your soulless
credentials take a hipsway every time I make myself clear! The atomic clock of
PSP’s inswings and outswings are a buggery, like you all have nothing between your legs
but the cheated triumphs you obtain from an illegitimate edict from a pervert,
who has never belonged to righteousness, but claims it all the time with his
evil stake of greed! You know I have never dawdled on a page for too long because it has
always been travestised! My right foot also kicks PSP out like he prefers to be
kicked by my left foot! He watches footy all the time, because he wants to bodysnatch whoever wins! And I make myself utterly outlandish to his claiming my terra firma!
And what about golf, sometimes from his manipulated couch or his hapless computer chair! GOd Lives by Fucking him!
His devolutions and revolutions can never snap my resoluteness! Take heed of that you swiny-fish Albanese!
Albanese can shift from one foot to another, like a dissident disgrace
to God’s much maligned face? Does PSP know to arm-wrestle, he is full of treachery
to only armtwist out of connivance?! Should he light the candelabra of the evil Left, while pretending to be a faction of the right?
Or should he both make left right and right left, like a demonic concierge, blatantly
misappropriating my entry into every hostelry! Hey Albanese, you have committed sodomic travesties
on every retail outlet and store (as also the banks) to demean me? So, what right do you or your Labor Party have to any of them, or dictate terms to them, you morphers!
Do you think my constant desisting gives your cronies like the flatfaces of Jim Chalmers, Chris Bowen, Penny Wong, McRare or anybody else in your impostering ALP any chance with me?
I’d like to venture into Coles or take the right turn to see you smirk, you audacious villains!
I never asked for anything not even from anyone, neither do I want anything from anyone!
Fuck all of the entities who find their safety and security in appeasing evil and its colLABORataors !
I edict that their fear factor is their slavery to eternal treachery! I know I can never have any dependable friends!
But I am certain that none of my aspirations or travails belong to the impostering left-wing or Labor! They can only have Prakash Saint Paul’s ignoble implicit blessings! And my curses!
Hahahahahahahahaha!
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