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Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem 

Who presses your belly buttons to remote control the dimensions,  your smoke-screened lecherously faggotty morphing! Do your soulless  credentials take a hipsway every time I make myself clear! The atomic clock of  PSP’s inswings and outswings are a buggery, like you all have nothing between your legs  but the cheated triumphs you obtain from an illegitimate edict from a pervert,  who hasContinue reading “Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem “

God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem 

(I couldn’t be bothered wanting your fucking definitions of my aspirations! I don’t want any shit from the deceivers who mutilated me! Just get fucked! I have no left wings! Get fucked you imposters, that took what is mine, and want to instill a silence upon me, so that you can defraud me with your thieved (from me) offerings and propositions!Continue reading “God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem “

Can I hear the travestied music in the streets!: A poem 

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 “

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 “