Author Archives: montecyril

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!

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 “

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?

Would the cuckoo know space-time manifestations?: A poem 

Does the cuckoo in the clock know the difference? They say the universe’s memory is lodged   only on its surface – the macroscopic existence   of gravity like a large box with three-dimensional   spaces and the quantum existence in the microscopic!  Should they not resolve, may actually be encoded   in a two-dimensional digital dataset. Like a hologram   that is flat but appears three-dimensional. Even a blackhole is  onlyContinue reading “Would the cuckoo know space-time manifestations?: A poem “