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Me and you and a dog named Phunnu; and, of course, a mighty friend and leader! How I love it, sweet Jashmina!

Hey Chris Bowen, you are no goat, you fell into the moat, and you got swallowed by the fish like an oat! I know Prakash Saint Paul defrauded the Liberals, that is why they are forced to become sycophants! I shouldn’t be blaming you Angus Taylor or any other Liberal. Look at all our predicament with Prakash Saint Paul clandestinely hoodwinking us all in his implicit support for the Left and Labor, and most of all that evil fish Albanese!

I hope the fucking ADF personnel, and whatever fleet they are going with, sink in the Arabian Sea before it reaches Dubai! Don’t put on a front of fake morality, you perverts! I’ll never forgive you all for the treachery you committed against me! Taking advantage of poor helpless Iran, you opportunistic creeps! Fuck you all to the deep sea!

Fuck you Angus Taylor, you are not Aries, but the fish’s tayl! That’s why you replaced Sussan Ley, so that you could become a wishywashy sycophant! Get lost! What a whole bunch of wishywashy sycophants the Liberals have become! Who is the Australian Government? neither Labor or Liberal is legitimate! They don’t deserve Leo-Capricorn? Don’t anyone dare call themselves the Australian government! You are all just fake! Fuck you all!

I know my poor Mum and Dad are being foraged and hounded! Leave my Mum and Dad alone, you Christian rapiners and Muslim butchers! GET FUCKED!

What is loving and hating in Islam?: A poem

I can see the madrassa ejaculating its deep-throat words at young malleable minds; who never fail the namaaz! What is idiocy? An extreme belief that makes you dive into destruction to seek beatitude. A war of the worlds, that sprouted way back in the fight for Constantinople and Jerusalem? How the Christian world shrunk in the face ofContinue reading “What is loving and hating in Islam?: A poem “

I think the war should end! No more the beating around the bend! All the late callers shouldn’t get any dollars! Iran is no also ran!

This January, This May, This September!: A poem

When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: A poem “

Me and you and Phunnu and a mighty friend!: A poem

I thought I was a whisper in the night I thought I could float away and dissipate But I stayed; my patience being golden, like solar rain I thought you came too late, but you came anyway! There was so much laughter between us, Though there was nothing voluminous to say! Yet, there were so many secrets, from every beginning, like weContinue reading “Me and you and Phunnu and a mighty friend!: A poem “

Hahahaha! Poor Albanese, every time he thinks he is gathering other people’s spleen, he is only garnering more gangrene! Hahahaha! My version of deceit of an evil bodygrabbing cheat! Hahahahaha! Macron would you have a dick! You always seem to have a tick? So, what’s actually between your thighs! Is it a crescent of lies?