Author Archives: montecyril
Hey Donald Trump, whose idea was your Board of Peace? I’ll smash it to pieces!
Ukraine are you feeling warm or cold? Are you feeling young or old? Do you want to marry EU and Zelenskyy, the cuckold?
Hey Denmark, you are neither Dane nor Den; and you are certainly not Ark! You are a mermaid or merman of Coffin`Hag’en!
Hey Mercosur, bomb those evil Western Europeans! Hey, Volodymyr Zelensky, who are you hugging now?! Doesn’t your constipated stomach and voice growl when you hug all those cat-pretenders!
Hey Volodmyr Zelenskyy, I’ll murder you! Ukraine is not your fiefdom! Resign you scum-pipe!
Hey Albanese, you hip-swaying whore! Whose arse do you want to lick – Donald Trump’s or Prakash Saint Paul’s? Are you the whore of Jerusalem or the prostitute of Gaza? Or does your bodygrabbing whoredom morph into both? Get fucked!
Hey Oedipus Macron! Do you share kindred feelings with the rapist and sodomiser Prakash Saint Paul! Good for you, keep it up!
I’ll fuck the gun control and hate speech laws even if they are passed in Parliament! Albanese, you shameless bodygrabbing whore, your penis is so flaccid if feels like a pussy. Don’t try to speak through your arse; your gills are in your belly; Antarctica is in your mouth!
Mother, you loaned me that silent luminosity: A poem
I know the breeze speaks in fluorescence among the trees, even the roosting birds light up to the magic I have seen the colours of every earth in the glittering skies put all my shadows of doubt to rest Even the cauldrons of my life that seemed empty had a cornucopia so blessed in belief that itContinue reading “Mother, you loaned me that silent luminosity: A poem “
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