Hey, Australian Broadcasting Corporation, you really ought to take a long vacation! Do you think you look 2, 20, 21, 22, 23 or 24! I just don’t feel like giving you my score! Labor fed you, and now you get my shut-in-the-face the door! Are you going to the deep seas for more? Hahahahahaha!

See Saw Saradon! Albanese got his tongue-twisted jargon! Who is he playing the fool on, me? No kidding, Angus will not get my pardon! And the Nats seem so still-born! Where is Labor pussy-footing its porn! I must really you all warn! You gang up on me on Prakash Saint Paul’s con! And I’ll fuck you all till you are all gone!

A misty shine in an obliqueness is the mystique of existence!: A poem 

You know you have four elements, and four dimensions  and four walls of your brevity? Should you think your   conscience rather be your levity, even if it has a responsibility  to set you free from the treachery. When you look  from your window into the depths of an unachievable sky,   you feel like a widow in a ballroom with no door!  If you lookContinue reading “A misty shine in an obliqueness is the mystique of existence!: A poem “

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 “