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Hey Angus Taylor, I hope that the sun burns you out, you fish-tayled creep! Aries butts you into the Piscean deepsea, along with Anthony Albanese for eternity! I hope a massive meteor falls on that deep-sea Canberra when all you fucking dickless creeps/ Parliamentarians are having your disgusting communion/ orgy! And let that morphing vampirist/ bodygrabber Prakash Saint Paul grace your accursed eternity as well!

FUCK THE LIBERALS! Bloody homos! I’ll fuck the whole lot of you all with Anthony Albanese, the Labor Party and Prakash Saint Paul to the deep sea!

You Pisceant evilly-puissant Prakash Saint Paul, don’t try to vampirise and bodygrab my Captain King to checkmate me; should you know what I can do to Beena, Munaf and Jomar in San Diego, you blood and flesh thirsty anti-amigo!

Hey Anthony Albanese, please get lost! I am never going to forgive you, no matter what you do, no matter what platform you seize? You are going to lose all your teeth, in the least, with all your whoredom! You are toothless anyway, metaphorically! Just realise that all your borrowed bodygrabbed feathers will never get you to fly! Swim, swim, swim, in the depths you belong to!

God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem

Did you think Satan loved only himself and nobody else? The mass at the Centric end was called Black; black as the light it shone! We didn’t know, did we? Climbing a ladder and falling over each other with Heavenly lies! It’s not God who takes you, with drooling teeth He is not responsible for the sin you were led to believe. So thatContinue reading “God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem “

What would I want?: A poem

I have learnt to love by being at a distance from it! There was a genuine pain, but no grief! Like a music you turned off, but keeps playing in your ears, you sung along and it stung And you learnt that it rung, every crescendo for an eternity! Would I keep believing despite the, sometimes, pin and needle of doubt that faith may die one day, or another day? And IContinue reading “What would I want?: A poem “

LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem

What are the markers of life, as you float in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society of norms that convince you to believe in them. When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for! You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life, brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “

O Hamlet! Look at that pathetic King of Denmark!: A poem

Oh! Did he leave a mark on Darwin? Or else what did he underpin? You wouldn‘t need the aphorismic likes of Mark Twain to tell you pithily that he actually left a mighty stain! See that Marm Mary married that clown, who so brazenly let her down! And did he paint red, Canberra town? Did the Labor Party make too much sound? They feared how my clock wouldContinue reading “O Hamlet! Look at that pathetic King of Denmark!: A poem “

I’m really not afraid of anything, too! Who’s afraid of those bodygrabbers? So, is it the National Security Meet, tomorrow between your Jaws, AA (JC?); Or is it the `Nationals’?

Australian Broadcasting Corporation, do you want a snore!:

ABC do you fancy 23 of psi or do you love twenty-four be psy(cho) Love your strange-bedfellows that you are about (hahahaha) Did their food give you more than hand and mouth Love you ABC, the way you all smile I just thought it could give you an extra mile I just Trumped my PhoenixContinue reading “Australian Broadcasting Corporation, do you want a snore!:”