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Vladimir Putin is the only honest leader of the world. And he has been sorely handicapped by Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery. The rest of you are all treacherous, traitrous, self-seeking, greedy, pieces of shit! I’ll fuck you all!

Donald Trump, before you do the regime change in Iran; tear up the Aukus! Or else, I’ll fuck the living daylights out of you!

You have all not yet seen my wrath!: A poem

I am no breakaway shambled dream! No spray of easy-clean! No alleviation-seeking faggoty queen like Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese, as you have seen! And all their roe befits the deep sea That they were wombed from a hollow of eternity so abysmal that it only had skeletal teeth! Would you want to join their party and appease them and treacherise me? Are you all likeContinue reading “You have all not yet seen my wrath!: A poem “

Hey Rubio, you want to be my ruby or Prakash Saint Paul’s treacherous piece of shit?! Shame! Shame!

Anthony Albanese, eat your own shit! Every little bit! Suits your lusty-leechy humour and wit! For, I have writ, your suicide in your kit; And eternal torture you befit! Hahahahahahah!

Jashmina, thank you for telling me Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese have, with suicide, a date! If the entire Labor Party does that, I will eternally celebrate! The whole lot of those evil monsters wanted to eat from our plates! I’m going to make them `outside the universe’ navigate! Justice will happen, even if its late! They and their evil treachery must be destroyed, at any rate!

Anthony Albanese, are you cuckold or cuckoo? Hahahahah!: A poem

(You have no other option than to COMMIT SUICIDE or get the FUCK OUT OF THIS COUNTRY!) Anthony Albanese are you a cuckold or cuckoo? You’d be an insult to that too! So, to you I say Boo! Are you going to eternity rue! Hahahahaha! Because your own evil toxins have left you cold-fishy blue (or a violent red?! Do you know what theContinue reading “Anthony Albanese, are you cuckold or cuckoo? Hahahahah!: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, tu jaa raha tha na? Tu kaisa vaapas aaya aur tere gadbadi ki badbadi ki! Becchara, sharam ke maare rota rahta hai! Kiski gandh kha raha hai, kabzaa kar raha hai? Teri majboori ki kahani, bahut teri Auntyny Albanese ki majbooti banti hai; hai naa? Pahle tum, Pahle tum! Mere se churaiyi hui moonh maanga rakam tu aur Auntyny Albanese apne mouth-to-mouth kissing me daal dena! Who are you going to eat and hijack now? You and Anthony Albanese are both dead meat now! Have you realised that? Hahhahahaha!

I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem

(…free of the treachery of thieves and hijackers like Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and their ilk) Do you think love was a weaver’s factory where you can predict what is ultimately woven? I can say I found true love in a wicker basket of a cradle; without being able to possess it? Do you think I felt sceptical that I need redemption from the folly of such belief? I believe, even if they compelContinue reading “I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem “

All the Labor Party members are masturbating while watching the porn of Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese having eternal sex with each other, without each of them having any dicks! But I assure them they would be better off doing that in the vast expanse of Antarctica. I really would like to do them the favour of kicking them all out of the universe, altogether!