Author Archives: montecyril

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, I’ll destroy your Piscean brothers and sisters and their families once and for all! Get fucked you fish! Don’t try to morph into anything but the deep sea fish you are! And don’t try to make anything else that is not a fish, a fish. I condemn you and your soulmate Anthony Albanese to be fish in the Piscean deepsea for eternity. And don’t try to impose the Moon on me or anybody I love or my loyalties! Don’t try to eat or hijack David Littleproud now, you creeps! Fuck you creep Prakash Saint Paul for eternity!

I’ll fuck that Prakash Saint Paul for eternity! Hey you evil cutthroat morphers and bodygrabbers Anthony Albanese and your minions, don’t mess with the Coalition(!), I’ll fling your scummy chesspieces back at you so your faces are disfigured for eternity. Fuck you Albanese! I curse you to perennial destruction and torture!

Shame on you all; for fearing Prakash Saint Paul so much that you don’t even have the courage to give me some credit for the eternal sacrifice I undertook! And you all proceed to frustrate me and checkmate me, in return, to appease him for my speaking the truth! Shame! Shame!

The Shroud of Turin and the Knights Templars: A short real story!

Jacques du Molay (me) was the last Knights Templar grandmaster. The Templars was the richest institution in Europe. King Philip the fair of France (PSP), who was bankrupt, eyed the vast Templar wealth. He and the deep-sea Church’s Pope Clement V declared the Templars as heretics and had them rounded up and tortured to forceContinue reading “The Shroud of Turin and the Knights Templars: A short real story!”

Anthony Albanese, I command you to resign this very instance; I have been too patient with you and your relentless treachery against me. If you don’t dissolve that evil Labor Party that Prakash Saint Paul deemed to morph into the right-wing Liberals to defraud me; you don’t know what eternal torment I will consign you and your ancestors and your future generations to. I have so much rage in my heart for the whole lot of you that I don’t have the ability to restrain myself anymore. GET THE SHIT OUT OF AUSTRALIA THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU! DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!

Dirty treacherous Prakash Saint Paul can even make the creepy Labor Party into the Liberals; and the Liberals into the Left to suit his selfish motives and defraud me! Fuck you disgusting Albanese and the whole lot of you scheming shithole of the Labor Party joining Prakash Saint Paul in defrauding me! You don’t know what torment I have reserved for you all in eternity!

We are a stream in an infinite dream: A poem 

Sometimes I feel I just can’t say:   Is the source everything that takes up  the eventual eternal stream in its realm?  A dream whose end swirls into its beginning!   How can I awake my soul all the way;  when eternity is no close-up, and yet  a snapshot so full-on that it breaks  like a cloudburst every day. Is the universe such   a prolific shutterbug thatContinue reading “We are a stream in an infinite dream: A poem “

Hahahaha! Anthony Albanese, do you think you look as young as 24! Or is Chris Minns for that matter? I thought it was Tanya Pilbersek who looked 24 this morning! Hahahaha! Why doesn’t Richard Marles look 24? Hahahaha? We could ask the contraptionist Prakash Saint Paul couldn’t we? Now you may all try to look 21! Hahahahaha! Your invisible comrade-in-arms Prakash Saint Paul thinks he looks like an infant of 2! Hahahahaha!

Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem 

Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say  I always kept my grievances for another day  So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up  like a shut home without any ventilation  Even when I was a child, I picked up skills   of communication, both verbal and written  I could evenContinue reading “Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem “