Out on the street with no name, a rookie approached me and asked me a question: Would I name it? It was an alley to posterity! I brushed him aside; he fell like a rock into a puddle. I won’t even name the meteor that fell at Mecca as an omen of my future! You should know that every time I spellContinue reading “Can I hear the travestied music in the streets!: A poem “
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I reiterate the Sun is Scorpio and Aries, and Nibiru (at the edge of the Solar System) is Libra and Pisces, and nothing can change that arrangement! If Prakash Saint Paul tries to change that arrangement one more time, he and his evil brothers and sisters and their families will be stuck like glue in Anthony Albanese’s Piscean mouth! I curse that Albanese can never be anything else but the Piscean fish he is from the deep sea Nibiru at the edge of the Solar System, I curse that each time he tries to morph into anything else, he will be struck with despairing and terrible physical pain. Hey, Jodie Hard-on, don’t be a hypocrite, tell the entire Australia what a creep Albanese is!
Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: A poem
Even the gods of Olympus didn’t intervene in the misty lushdom of Mount Pangaoin Its silent spectacle became its shame! The Dionysian drunken and wretchedly body banging travestied orgies! God had only ordained that sex be a ritual of hieros gamos, not the evil overindulgence, that Dionysus preached! O Thracians, were your Oracular priestesses the heralds of mouthing despicably degraded toxically-menstruated orificial obscenity and vulgarity?! Dionysus, the murderer, your most self-indulgent malefic divinity aroseContinue reading “Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: A poem “
Hey Anthony Albanese, your Dad was a mother-fucker! Your Mum whored with her Dad and all your uncles! And because of their sodomy, you are an eternal eunuch? Your orgasm with Jodie Hard-on is through a vibrator. Just imagine the two of you with that hijra Prakash Saint Paul. You all have such flat arses, that can’t accommodate any soul, you soulless lab-critters! Don’t try to be anything else, but the lab-critters you are! Even Libra wants to kick you all out!
I thought that fish Anthony Albanese was getting fuel from Japan, now he is getting fuel from Singapore! Hahahahaha! Keep it up! Keep it up ABC, keep spreading the fake news to the vulnerable Australian public; at the behest of the illegitimate Prime Minister Anthony Albanese. It is the characteristic ethic of Anthony Albanese, and his Labor Party, that ceases to be his when it suits his bodygrabbing!
Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: A poem
You know Mother, I trade places to maintain my sovereignty You know that, for this purpose, I have even subordinated my suzerainty I have travailed for eternity but never asked for the rewards in all dignity Who are the laboratory critters that try to lampoon my original integrity? Mother, I have only called you in silence, because their evil could causeContinue reading “Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: A poem “
Sometimes, I’d like to be my own ad hominin!: A poem
You know to love yourself and respect yourself, is like adamantine, a lustre beyond reckoning; harder than any crystal, should your evil want to destroy it? The char of you cannot even imagine carboniferating to the extent I have over the ages? Should you think you do not want to heed to my rhythm and embark on a relentless fusillade of me, to throw meContinue reading “Sometimes, I’d like to be my own ad hominin!: A poem “
Hey WordPress, I like your dance with the conspirator! I like your fraudulent style! Backhanded daggers are just not new to me! And I’ll continue my fight, even if they destroy Donald Trump. Like I’ve seen so many of my righteous chosen ones have their heads rolling to Prakash Saint Paul’s vulture talons. I’ve always held on! There are always new trumps up my sleeve! You know I am a bigot , and am proud of it! Prakash Saint Paul just prefers treacherous convenient convenient eunuchy prostituting, bodygrabbing, if not bloodsucking! That is what his repertoire is full of! But I assure you that scum and brine will vaporise ultimately, but not my slabheaps!
Hey you dirty-minded Laborers, Sapiens and Lab-rats! You want to kill Prakash Saint Paul, rather than adopt and befriend him, when he served your purpose all through by hijacking my armies; so I had to do the most thankless job of defeating my own armies and convictions! GET LOST you creeps, you salivating selfish evil, you deserve as much torture and retribution as Prakash Saint Paul! GET FUCKED! I have rejected everything always because it was presented to me with all your poison, if not Prakash Saint Paul’s! I will never surrender, even if I am alone in my fight and am the last person standing!
Of brave Donald Quixote and Vance Sancho Panza!: A poem
You know how bonds of friendship can be paper-shredded by an overwhelming villainy; and loyalties can be butchered by a tyranny of scoundrelling bodygrabbers. The legend of Don Quixote can never grow old and tired; even if its protagonists are wracked by a demeaning calumny, which the instigators deserve more than their targets. Do rats have a perfect place in theContinue reading “Of brave Donald Quixote and Vance Sancho Panza!: A poem “
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