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I curse that Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul will always reincarnate as conjoined twins, with their mouths also attached to each other, for eternity! I curse! Curse! Curse!

Anthony Albanese, I command you to resign this very instance; I have been too patient with you and your relentless treachery against me. If you don’t dissolve that evil Labor Party that Prakash Saint Paul deemed to morph into the right-wing Liberals to defraud me; you don’t know what eternal torment I will consign you and your ancestors and your future generations to. I have so much rage in my heart for the whole lot of you that I don’t have the ability to restrain myself anymore. GET THE SHIT OUT OF AUSTRALIA THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU! DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!

Dirty treacherous Prakash Saint Paul can even make the creepy Labor Party into the Liberals; and the Liberals into the Left to suit his selfish motives and defraud me! Fuck you disgusting Albanese and the whole lot of you scheming shithole of the Labor Party joining Prakash Saint Paul in defrauding me! You don’t know what torment I have reserved for you all in eternity!

We are a stream in an infinite dream: A poem

Sometimes I feel I just can’t say: Is the source everything that takes up the eventual eternal stream in its realm? A dream whose end swirls into its beginning! How can I awake my soul all the way; when eternity is no close-up, and yet a snapshot so full-on that it breaks like a cloudburst every day. Is the universe such a prolific shutterbug thatContinue reading “We are a stream in an infinite dream: A poem “

Hahahaha! Anthony Albanese, do you think you look as young as 24! Or is Chris Minns for that matter? I thought it was Tanya Pilbersek who looked 24 this morning! Hahahaha! Why doesn’t Richard Marles look 24? Hahahaha? We could ask the contraptionist Prakash Saint Paul couldn’t we? Now you may all try to look 21! Hahahahaha! Your invisible comrade-in-arms Prakash Saint Paul thinks he looks like an infant of 2! Hahahahaha!

Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem

Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say I always kept my grievances for another day So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up like a shut home without any ventilation Even when I was a child, I picked up skills of communication, both verbal and written I could evenContinue reading “Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem “

Hey Australian Broadcasting Corporation, when you talk of the Federal Government, I want to know who is the leader of the Federal Government at this point of time? Who is Albanese bodygrabbing at this point of time, if not Sussan Ley! And why is Prakash Saint Paul so desperate after Aries? I’ll fuck you all! I simply hate the Labor Party and the Greens! I don’t want Pauline Hanson, because she is racist and her name is Paul! And Prakash will destroy the Coalition by feeding on them and hijacking them. Do you remember how he ate up Scott Morrison so ravenously that I had to destroy my Dad! I curse Albanese for committing so much crimes and treachery against me! Fuck you all! Nothing is acceptable to me! Jashmina, I simply can’t have you serving more than one master! Get lost, if you have no loyalties to me!

I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem

(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!) I see a light shining on my face And I feel transfixed by it like a meadow hare thatContinue reading “I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem “

So sad for Anthony Albanese, he sorely doesn’t want to be his teeth! Then he should lose all of them, shouldn’t he? How come I lost so many of my teeth, that I can’t even chew my food, when I made a bodygrabbing shark like him win, and twice that too!

Where do I stand with you all?: A poem

I know this travel/ travail, and my armour being the trappings to tolerate the jungle; even a jumble of deeds resonates, like fierce howls of wolves. The battle cry is no herald of victory, for a Trappist who retained his austerity but forgot his silence. My Goddess has sensed my frugality of action turning into friction! She cautions me, but leaves me to my own devices. I am Platonic inContinue reading “Where do I stand with you all?: A poem “