Jashmina is destroying me! Every time I love her, she join hands with Prakash Saint Paul in sabotaging me. I am going through much too unbearable physical torture. I can’t keep copping this continuous treachery as well!

I suffered too much all my life, I thought it was my duty so I did it. I was treacherised and deceived all along the way, I took it with grace still thinking it was my duty, though my suffering worsened day by day. I can’t help my blindfolds, I can’t help my treachery but now the physical torture is much too terribly unbearable. I’m having a breakdown, and am still thinking I’m doing what I have to do. I can’t cop this any more, it’s too unbearable. I want to go from this world.

Hey Prakash Saint Paul fuck you! Get lost! Dirty creep! Ruin on your brothers and sisters and their families. May they all have a stroke. May your mother be consigned to a prison for eternity and let her be raped and tortured each day. You dirty creep, just get out of my life. If you so much as to intrude on my blogsite, may your feet be lepered for eternity!

Dear Albanese, Thank you!: A poem 

Dear Albanese, come let us revel in the sun  We are not strange to each other, what we begun  I know I trespassed, I know I transgressed  Would I have lost my brother, and made progress  I take it that you accept me now and forever  You were no coward; I think you are braver  I amContinue reading “Dear Albanese, Thank you!: A poem “