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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!

Hey fishy creep Albanese, you dirty piece of fish pie; I thought I told you to commit suicide! You are back to your evil incorrigible habit of bodygrabbing and capitalising on whatever I do! I’ll kill you you rottenpiece of scum! Get the fuck out of Australia! Smash you to bits! Have sex with your conjoined twin Prakash Saint Paul for eternity in the deep sea! And you entire Labour Party in your unholy orgy!

My Valentine’s Day!: A poem 

Do you think I could walk against  a wind that only reminded me of the travails  of the measure between us? That had I  reached as far as the skies, I’d still  be nowhere near the entire distance lying   between us, like as if it spanned more  than one universe, dimension!  Would you guess if Valentine’s breath  surpasses evenContinue reading “My Valentine’s Day!: A poem “

Hey Jodie Hard-on, I don’t hate you for marrying that creep Anthony Albanese; but I would eternally congratulate you if you took a kitchen knife and pierce it through Anthony Albanese’s pussy so that it also pierced his treacherous evil guts!

You see I am no hypocrite: A poem 

You see the mountains of my soul are gold  They stand like the pyramids of the universe  topped with a crystal benben stone each  which is crystallised from the most ancient  metals, an alchemy that formed out of the first material ever known  And I am just a bird and a stone, a dragon and a drone,    made of Godly bone. AContinue reading “You see I am no hypocrite: A poem “

Meena, you have no clue as to how much eternal sacrifice I made for Jashmina! How much I had to punish Mum and Dad to prevent Prakash Saint Paul from eating them up and hijacking them! And how much I had to suffer to save your soul from him. Someone please make Meena see the truth! She is in total denial!

Hey evil creep Anthony Albanese, you either commit suicide or resign and get the fuck out of Australia. You are finished! Have you fathomed that or not! Your eternal soulmate Prakash Saint Paul is a dead man walking! In fact, both of you and your ancestors are going to be tortured for eternity, believe me!

Hey Albanese, do you want something up your arsehole? Or do you want something up your pussy? Or do you want something up your mouth. Because you have sex with your Antarctic mouth? Hey Prakash Saint Paul tu kaisa paida ho gaya, tere baap ke paas na lowda tha, naa tere maa ke paas choot tha?