I’ve been making monsters.
Sometimes I wish I could go to another planet. I don’t like this one anymore. I don’t believe in Scientology though.
I’ve been told there are three heavens. They say that the first will be last and the last will be the first. I hope there is one without celebrities. They will be in the lowest heaven.
Or they will all be with Satan, with no bodies in their isolation cells with no one to talk to. No one wants to hear about them anymore.
While Satan torments them with how foolish he has made them all look. They’ve handed their talent back, their looks back. Everything that is special comes from God. It’s doesn’t come from them. They didn’t create themselves.
All Satan has is their spirit and their soul. Neither are special. They no longer have a body. Satan tells them that it wasn’t about them, it was about everyone else. He tells them that there is nothing special about them.
Hell is for narcissists. It’s for lovers of self to be retrained.
Why these morons think they are having sex with Satan or with each other just shows how dumb they really are. Satan can’t create bodies. There is no sex in hell. God created sex.
To think that they have their “earthly look”, in the heavens. They would be self-centred or narcs there too if God allowed the same look again. They could try to dominate people.
Some people have an ethereal beauty. Celebrities don’t. They have been given much and then become self-serving with it.
No one thinks that they are special in heaven. They know they aren’t. People enjoy telling them that they are not special, it was just God seeing what they would do with special. It is just a test they have failed. Everyone else knows that. Imagine having such a public life. Everyone knows everything there. They walk up and say “Why did you think you were so special?” It was all God.
They laugh at the famous. They don’t have “people” anymore. They don’t have fans. They don’t look the same. They are back to rank and file. It’s very funny. People are pilloried for the ridiculous illusion that they are special. With their talent, their high birth, “their God given looks claim” it sets them up to look like fools. God doesn’t suffer fools. They like to claim God gave them their looks and talent so they have a right to special treatment.
God did it. Look at what you have done to yourselves. Everybody laughs at you in heaven. We all know everything you did and everything you thought and why you thought it. May what was done in the dark be seen in the light.
It’s not about looks. Not about position. Not about posturing. Not about make up. Not about blonde or brunette. It’s not a brothel down here, is it?
Life is not a beauty contest, is it ? Is it ?
But celebrities and their friends are a bit like the Illuminati. They have a permit to commit crimes and to even to force child sacrifice. They need a communication breakdown and to triangulate, no one’s mother, no other man is allowed to help or to be in contact otherwise “everyone will know that they lyrics aren’t mine.” They put babies outside the city. They prevent the inured from having children.
Gosh the pathetic little losers who think with their trousers down all the time, even paid someone to lie to say that I said yes and that I didn’t say no, all the time. Women know how to maneuver away from powerful men who think that they can have any women. That I didn’t sabotage everything on purpose. That I didn’t leave four months early.
Celebrities know how to put themselves first and how to stay first.
If there is one thing I know about him, he takes away every No, especially a No that had veracity. He’s a not a consent man. He is a forcing man. Everyone knew, that’s why no one wanted him.
There are a few different ways they have tried to pay for a lie of me loving them or wishing I’d had sex with them.
They got the girls from the west to make it up for them to tell me to commit suicide, they asked dog boy to make it up, and they spoke for me. They claim that I am “a bit rough” because they thought the lotto winner was like me. Everyone mimicked her. She had to learn to copy the other girls. Uh Oh Pinocchio she wanted to seem like she was like the other girls. No, just trauma not rough. No just wasn’t allowed to shower, was forced to have sex, wasn’t allowed to do my make-up or my hair. How egregious. Why would anyone think they are up high and mighty and above people enough to make comments about others based on racism and coercive control, so someone could be forced to have sex and have her words stolen from her. Ok British aristocracy is more important, my grandmother said to her, “you are not a Dural girl, you are not like the girls from around here. The speak well, they stand up straight.” She was spitting and cussing and using racist words, spitting and screeching slurs at my aristocratic grandmother. The white trash racist lotto winner, who didn’t get with the programme or want to learn. My grandmother said, “Get away from my granddaughter.”
So what did she do, she stalked me, she stalked us, the unwelcome visitor revving her loud engine at the top of our driveway road, she said there were no important people there because they wanted to call the police on her. No one wanted to call the police on a 14 year bogan, who was struggling to fit in after being raised in closed cult with access to any pop culture, entertainement or otherwise. She just wanted to be like the other girls.
I am so disappointed you have made up your minds based solely on racism and the thought that its ok to inure an ethnic woman. The daughter of a refugee. She tricked you, this is how you will be caught with egregious statements, fraud, and you should all be charged.
It’s “Ugly” ethnic to Anglo-Saxon, educated woman to dumb woman, old to young, bad to good, smart to dumb. Simple minds believe in juxtaposition.
Don’t go around helping monsters. Don’t be complicit in lies. It’s caused more crimes.
Men take women’s work for granted. They put their name on it. I want to challenge Shelley and Byron to a writing competition one day. I’ll out do them. I will win. They rest on their creative laurels in their life of ease.
I’ll be like Mary Shelley helping to create a monster. I’ll help to create Frankenstein.
The crimes started in London and ended in Australia. The tax fraud started in London and ended in Australia. It’s multi-jurisdictional.
That’s who you guys are. Go to hell and Satan will tell what happened for eternity. I’ll only die if you say I wanted to sleep with you. Do you think that that amount of money and embarrassment and fakery is worth someone dying for? Not enough money is involved to pay for a death.
Don’t be tempted to sabre rattle. I’ve been sabrage rattling. You’ll have a thousand recordings with truths that “don’t scare easy” when a sabre is rattled. I made those recordings so no one could scare me. The strange thing about the truth is that it doesn’t change.
Digital recordings don’t “scare easy”. They don’t look kindly upon sabre rattling.
Those good ole boys and their white trash racist girls. They can’t drink anymore. They can’t feel joy anymore. They’ve worn out their pleasure centres. All they can do now is to raise hell.