I’ll fuck Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese, the creeps. May they both be crucified on the roads to Ro(e)me. Donald Trump, are you aware that these two sharks are biting me too much, do you want to collude with them? You know that it is very difficult for me to love, when I am robbed and tortured for loving! But I laugh at all Prakash Saint Paul’s villainy. Because I’d rather have nothing and nobody that is taken. I am neither Christian nor Muslim! I burn the New Testament and Koran! The morphing creep Prakash outdoes everything. But I don’t cry, I laugh….Hahahahaha; because he is so pathetic!

God hates Sweden, you are no number one. May Sweden be cursed to sleep for half the year and be sleepless for the rest of the year. Swedes are wedded to treachery; slithering conmen! Get your evil hands of my blogsite and fuck off to Ireland!

I don’t know if an end is coming…: A poem 

I don’t know if an end is coming  I just want to stay clear of the Lab rats  that are snipping their teeth into the wires of my soul  To end a conundrum, I’ve asked myself   that I want to move to another suburb,   another home; I had no party here!  There was like a convoluted joke all through  I didn’t feel pasteurised by whatContinue reading “I don’t know if an end is coming…: A poem “

Eternal shame on the Labor Party for the crimes and treachery it committed against me. I command it to dissolve itself permanently, and if it doesn’t, I will kick, with my foot, every member of the Labor Party into the deepest abyss for eternity!