Do you think you can see my reflection on the moon? What would PSP rather with his evil conniving spoon? I don’t shudder at his evil tyranny, but really it should be gone! There is more than repulsive him, though, that must be withdrawn! I thought I loved like a beginning that knows the end in itself But whose blatant exposure that takes everything onContinue reading “Do you think you can see my reflection in the moon?: A poem “
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Anthony Albanese and the Labor Party should know, that I am constantly laughing with the knowledge that they have now tied themselves to such a rotten destiny, because of the most terrible crimes and treachery they committed against me! And their consorting with my most evil loathsome, repulsive enemy (PSP) that stinks of the most rabid adultery. So, I should now consign them all to the most uninhabitable abyss where they all belong to be!
So now is a faraway ocean!: A poem
So now is a faraway ocean with no dignity, that I cast it beyond all starry realms into the blackholes beyond the universe where every fish needs to be in its plasticated garbagy spaces We should never covet the time that led us to this realisation But let it be foraged by its own flesh-grabbing You can see,Continue reading “So now is a faraway ocean!: A poem “
Barak Obama and Michelle Obama actually look like Muslim apes who immigrated illegally from Kenya!
Fuck the Anzac Day! I deem Chris Minns is not a Virgo, and he has no right to have two days (holdiays) for the accursed hypocritical ANZAC Day. May those two days prove to be an accursed double whammy for the entire Labor Party! Hahahahahah! And let Prakash Saint Paul have a permanent holiday with all the deceased accursed ANZACs. What did the ANZACs fight with Chris Minns, if not guns? Hahahahah
I hope Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul are caught having sex with each other and they are barbacued with each other on a slow fire till all their fishy scales fall off their bodies. And the entire Labor Party feeds on their flesh. Please show Albanese’s face on all the TV channels and social media outlets so that everybody can eat him and feed on him. And if he keeps hiding behind anybody’s skirt like Jakara Anthony, for instance, he will lose all his teeth and his guts will be fucked. Jodie Hardon don’t have sex with Albanese; because he is indiscriminately having sex with Prakash Saint Paul. I couldn’t be bothered if the Matrix that works against me continues to give the fishy Albanese and the Labor Party and Prakash Saint Paul the victory. I will never forgive them! I consign them all to the deepest abyss for eternity! And I couldn’t be bothered if Prakash Saint Paul grabs Donald Trump or anybody else. Because I swear whatever else he bodygrabs will sting him with unbearable pain!
Anthony Albanese, you take control of Prakash’s brothers and sisters and their families! They are all Laborers like you! Prakash is a deep sea like you. I deem that as long as Meena is married to Prakash and lives with him, she can never be a Liberal! If Jashmina is a Laborer or partakes with Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul, she can never be mine! None of the rest of my family are Laborers or fish. Get fucked bodygrabbing Albanese and the Labor Party. Have sex with Prakash Saint Paul for eternity!
Fuck that Albanese dirty cohort of Prakash Saint Paul, rapists, sodomisers, bodygrabbing fish. May that Albanese have the life of a cadaver for eternity for all the crimes and treachery he committed on me. May he rot for eternity. I curse that every time he tries to touch Jodie Hard-on he will sting with unbearable pain. I fling acid on Prakash Saint Paul’s face!
I curse the whole of Adelaide to sink under the sea with the submarine shipyard!
Mother, please take me in your arms!: A poem
Mother, please take me in your arms! I just want to feel a semblance of comfort to repose as still as a mountain, without feeling the river of treachery that runs along its steadfast sides; I just think I need to remember the most exotic light that I once shone with! That was taken away from me by a most heinousContinue reading “Mother, please take me in your arms!: A poem “