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They can’t give me Paradise without the manifestation of my son: A poem

I ask you, if you and me have been snapshotted in the wrong place that we are not victims of a masked face; of charlatans who want to pictureframe us on their walls? We are more than the binaries that we have seemed to be in time our secrets are locked in a space before it was made sublime You’d thinkContinue reading “They can’t give me Paradise without the manifestation of my son: A poem “

God is more than a quantum secret: A poem

Rolling and freezing in a pinball state of becoming and unbecoming from Phoenix to benben stone over the eye of the pyramid from all-seeing to blindfold The embryonic chicken before the egg an ovum of creation that was created unknowing of its birth as gelatinous as a Schrodinger’s cat unnaming itself as it slipped out of a bag Continue reading “God is more than a quantum secret: A poem “

I am not walking in the rain!: A poem

I am not walking in the rain, even though, for too long, I’ve known pain! I am certainly no shadow, no following the object like a stalker but a master of my own devices and design We are no prey until we begin to feel victimised Predators are like a function of destiny, that knows how to consign themContinue reading “I am not walking in the rain!: A poem “

I dare Labor to come out with hate speech laws; the day Labcor introduces the hate speech laws, Anthony Albanese will be undergo extreme torture for eternity! And Chris Minns will have his feet amputated. Repeal the gun laws! Or face my wrath for eternity!

Hey Macron, where did your coq run?: A poem

Hey Macron, where did your cock run? Did it run to the moon? Is the crab on your spoon? Is green the colour of your rune? And does EU deserve a shoo with Mercury’s bolt from the blue? Are you a cock or cuckoo? Looks like your dick got swallowed too! Capricorn should fuck youContinue reading “Hey Macron, where did your coq run?: A poem”