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Sun! Sun! I will only think you would have won, if you burn out that Prakash Saint Paul; he has only treachery and no balls. He wants Lowda! Make him go to Karnataka and cocksuck Deve Gowda!

Hey WordPress, don’t try to demean me to impress that faggot Prakash Saint Paul! I know how to destroy my own armies if they are turned against me! And I won’t even spare the love of my life Jashmina, if it comes to that! None of you have the right to fantasise that I can only be patient and restrained and watch myself self-destruct with the treachery and torture! Donald Trump go make peace with Iran, after all you told me today that: I am on my own from now! I don’t need anybody’s vindication. Since you love to obey that faggot Prakash Saint Paul more than me! If you would also love to be a faggot like Prakash Saint Paul! I think termination is nigh for the world!

I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem

Here I am singing my song when I’m on the threshold of 62; even if all of you are stone deaf to my lyrics, except the ones who want to manipulate them (the lyrics) illegitimately in their favour, of course! If you all have any iota of morality in yourselves, or a sense of original spirit, without it being dampened byContinue reading “I am just sounding my warning bells, Thank you!: A poem “

`Second meeting called with states’ Albanese or Allahbanese or Auntyny, what are you, you cunt of a hip-swayer? You forgot the word Nation?, you worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia? I curse the Number Two (Second) strangulates you and your Labor Party for eternity. Dig your grave, you creep, because your eternity is reserved for the abyss! COMMIT SUICIDE, fishy freak, Shit be filled in the oversized mouths of all you ALP members? Your (un)employment minister, today, surely showed me how big a mouth she has!

Everytime that wench Patricia Karavallis opens her mouth, I curse that Albanese’s or Jim Chalmers’ shit gets into it! Hey fucking pissfarts Australian Broadcasting Corporation, why is the Afternoon Briefing at 4.00 pm? Hey, Trump, how come you are only charging Europe 20%. And why are you not charging Albanese and the Labor Party? Why were you charging India 25% and 50% because it was importing Russian oil? Russia stood by India all through, while you strategically manipulating Americans were always propping up that illegitimate terrorist state Pakistan! I don’t need anybody’s vindication! Especially from people who don’t know how to return the favours I’ve done them. How come so many people in my block are not talking to me. FUCK THEM ALL! I’ll teach you all a lesson before I’m through! Tell me, how come everytime I curse that creepy fish Albanese, it is either Putin or Israel that are punished! Prakash Saint Paul your greedy selfish treacherous fangs and eyes and belly are the sorest losers!

I want all the Labor Party Offices all over Australia to be raided and seized this very moment. And I want Anthony Albanese to be put to rigorous imprisonment for Life. And if anyone dare call the illegitimate Albanese government -the Australian government, I will curse them for eternity. And why is that pissfarting Australian Broadcasting Corporation calling the shithole Labor Government, Federal Government? …Because the fucking Labor Government and Albanese fed on the flesh of Australia! And I think ABC has forgotten Albanese’s name now, as they are only referring to him as Prime Minister! HYPOCRITES! ABC! I’ll fuck the lights out of you, sychophantic eunuchs! Ask Albanese if his pansiful characteristics are not exhibited in his hiding behing anybody else’s skirts all the time!

Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem

O You think what is fidelity, what is love?! A bond that even a cynical misanthrope would abound! This is like a machine shooting out the tennis balls To keep you alive and kicking and aim the racquet of your heart How do you feel this exercise of your soul So agile and eager, like an owl in the night! I wouldn’t even care aContinue reading “Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem “

Pythagoras, you had a fixation for the number 3!: A poem

Somehow, I see you traveling into the Levant, with the quest to educate yourself; and you stumbled on an antediluvian stella, left by none other than the advocates of Freemasonry, Jabal, Jubail, Tubal Cain and Namnaah. The four siblings who quietly wanted to leave their sacred knowledge to posterity. Before the deluge would bring an end to their world! And inContinue reading “Pythagoras, you had a fixation for the number 3!: A poem “

There I saw, the vision and the love!: A poem

Out in this space between a spiritual libido and my feeling a substantiation of pride of place, a glory of truth, an idea becoming a vision and a flotilla forms, a carnival, you can say these images are like the first forms of any geography conceived in the material realm, Even the magnified quarks comingContinue reading “There I saw, the vision and the love!: A poem “

All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem

I remember those lazy days with slow-rolling bullock carts queuing up on those dilapidated streets. There were more bullock carts then cars, then! Those streets that would be repaired only if totally outworn. And the hazard of environmental hygiene being last on people’s minds. What could be done when there were not enough loos for a fast-overpopulating nation! I didn’t even like cricket, but I sneaked into neighbours’ homes just forContinue reading “All about India and my life in this lifetime!: A poem “