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I peer through the window into space…: A poem 

I peer through the window into a space,  a place dotted by imagination, illusion, fantasy,  Like a child’s first venture into fable, where  he discovers there is a reality beyond the  surreal moat of a bounded reality  And I question every science that seems   to connote a presumption or conclusion to the existence of being  Have I not wanderedContinue reading “I peer through the window into space…: A poem “

Hey Donald Trump, any time you consort with Anthony Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul, I’ll kick you on your butt! And any time, Angus Taylor consorts with Anthony Albanese, I’ll cut off his dick! And I just mean to tell you all, that I will never forgive either Anthony Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul; let their evil, vile, psychopathic, treacherous, disgusting morphing bodygrabbong and vampiristic wickedness serve them for eternity. To me, Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese can never be anything else but the fishy Piscean deep sea floating at the edge of the solar system, too far away from the sun. And if I see any Laborer on the streets, or driving in their cars on the street, I will curse that they be burnt to ashes by the sun! And if Prakash Saint Paul morphs into anything else, but the Piscean deep sea fish at the edge of the solar system that he is, he will be reduced to brine and brimstone along with his Laborer-class brothers and sisters and their families!

That fucking Anthony Albanese has no courage to fight his own battles, always hiding his fucking slit between his eunuch thighs behind somebody else’s skirt! And the cowardly coalition have no fucking courage! I curse that every Laborer including the two fish Anthony Albanese and Jim Chalmers will turn to fish or fish roe no sooner they set foot in Canberra! Curse! That fucking Prakash Saint Paul’s brothers and sisters and their families are all Laborers and they ate every body’s money too. They should be accursed to eternal slavery for that! Fuck them all! If any of those Laborers are broadcast on ABC 24, they will have all their fucking teeth fall off from their Piscean mouths and will be all thrust into Prakash Saint Paul’s Piscean deep sea mouth! If nothing else, I curse that the entire Canberra be flattened down by an earthquake, when all those hypocritical Parliamentarians with no dicks are having their orgy of a session!

Hey Nibiru fishy deep sea at the edge of the Solar System, swallow that Prakash Saint Paul’s brothers and sisters and their families and Anthony Albanese in your fishy foul jaws! Don’t dare take my Virgo! Get fucked!

Coles has no spine, no courage! They are all interested in making their own money! They have no scruples! I’ll fight my own battles against that fishy morpher Prakash Saint Paul (his brothers and sisters and their families ate everybody’s money, I curse them to eternal whoredom and HIV) and Anthony Albanese (who I curse has no place other than the Piscean deep sea at the edge of the solar system for eternity) Nobody dare change what I pronounce. I curse Prakash Saint Paul will be stung by the scorpion for eternity! I don’t need anybody’s help to fight my battles. The Liberals have shown they have no courage! I couldn’t be bothered asking for Donald Trump’s help. He has too many battles of his own! And you are all too terrified of (un)Prakash- Saint Paul (the hideous morpher, bodygrabber and bloodsucker anyway!) I don’t need anybody’s help!

Hey Albanese, you are a disgusting fish (shark) from the Piscean deep sea at the edge of the solar system (Nibiru). Nothing will change that, even if I am checkmated on the streets by you and your evil minions! I want the Australian Broadcasting Corporation, or anyone who acts at your behest or for your benefit or works as your mouthpiece, to know that they will be accursed by me to eternal slavery and rigorous labor! I curse that every time you set foot in Canberra, you will physically and literally transform into the scaly stinking disgusting fish you are, untill you fling yourself into the Antarctic Ocean and drown there, because Antarctica and the Antarctic Ocean is the earthly manifestation of the Piscean deep sea that lies on the outer edges of the solar system!

It will always be Pisces that is the deep sea at Antarctica and at the edge of the Solar System for me; no matter what that evil treacherous Prakash Saint Paul manipulates and machinates. I’ll strike him dead and shove him in Albanese’s Piscean deep sea mouth, if that creep Prakash Saint Paul tries to fantasise. Fuch him and Albanese both into the Piscean deep sea at the edge cof the Solar System! FUCK YOU! Kabzaa your shithole brother s and sisters and theiur families who illegitimately ate everybody’s money! Hey ABC do you hypocrites love to be Anthony Albanese’s mouthpiece? Have you no shame, guilt or conscience?

Hey Albanese! Get fucked! Stick your head in Prakash Saint Paul’s Piscean deep sea of a mouth or go jump in the Vatican’s fishy pond and COMMIT SUICIDE! Don’t illegitimately try to stick your head in anybody else’s arse or body parts! Get fucked you Pope Clement the V to the Vatican’s fishy pond and submerge there with your eternal consort and soulmate Prakash Saint Paul! Get fucked! If you set foot in any other place on the planet besides Antarctica and the Vatican, you will be perpetually dancing like a fish on the hottest tin roof there ever was!