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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!

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 “