1776 Virreinato del Rio de la Plata: final resting place of Satan Alfie… In a wine barrel…👆😍🫵
I was once asked my a jelalous and spiteful Eve of Adam and Eve about my signature “love” moves…
“Why, yes, checked-out crack whore of patriachy, I have many” was my reply…
“Can you show me?”…
“I can tell you about one because I have no interest in touching you, including eating your shit filled cunt or having anything to do with you in my bed, the other moves are too intimate to speak of”, was my reply…
“I trace my index finger starting at the very center of the top of the forehead making a vertical line slowly as possible, ending at the tip of the chin… that’s it… The move that used to make one of my Satanos (not yours, MINE, ALL MINE, HAHAHAHAHA!) ready to explode in oodles of passion… He of course replied, as it was only an invitation, with a mirror signature move which in turn got me giggling🥰…”…
The nasty whore of patriachy, Eve of Adam and Eve laughed and retorted with “that is the most unsexy and disgusting description of anything that is anything but sexy I have ever heard, you’re retarded and have no idea what real sexy looks like!!!”…
I held back from reporting: “that is right Eve, of Adam and Eve, the only sexy you know is eating shit off a dick and cunt! Take your vagina warts, your chlamydia, your gonorrhea, your hepatitis, and whatever else disease you’re drenched with, as well as your overall lack of hygiene, and, shove them down your dirty ass since you’re so stupid you’re incapable of wiping it… Quality conversation just like quality sensuality isn’t for the likes of you!!!”…
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There is currently a building standing atop the one we hid barrels of vinegar (red wine — gross, part of the reason I hate red wine is because I stuffed his naked body into a barrel of it… he has had love hate relationship with drink… like a siren he cannot resist until the spell is broken…)… they are still there…could there have been another “mud flood” before Saint Petersburg — rhetorical… building underground is perfectly preserved, as is its underground entrance… Do you remember the time, Satanos Patelnia Tango Boy Alfonso, when after a semi decent “good time” things went sideways and why? You were offering Spain and BB was taunting me with medical turalige when I am the one who taught him all he knew in Greece and before… Choose… Not much of a choice or respectful intersection when you were both mindfucking and manipulating to make human males appear more than what they are…
Humans making up their own version of my story kept referencing Argentina in the buildup to 2017s attack… No spies, wrong name, wrong time, again… Why you lie so much!!!
Went back to the other 3 (“BB”, “ChiKa”, “?…”) unhindered and gave them (sans eating shit, a good time)… they woke up in the morning wondering where their doll went and found me hanging (I didn’t hurt my extension, I just wanted out, you cannot reason with stupid and I was not in the mood to put myself in further harm’s way) dead with Al’s clothes placed just so in place of a suicide note… Enraged and panicked Satanos butchered most of the city, ET wanted 14 days before destroying what was left…
tiene cosas de india… baila morena… OLE!)… So, again repeat, 2 “Kings” one of France and one of Spain, gone, humans not consulted… Poof!
Also, side note about the here and now circus of faux christian trash that keeps on attacking me… I’d like to point out the obvious, AGAIN… the thingie in his ear is so that he can hear himself sing…
When I got to Queen Elizabeth Theater for the faux christians put on an attack on the One True Christ Lucifer “concert” circa 1995 (because everyone knows “Jesus is Christ”), this after about 5 years of human females screaming over me every time I sang, time and time again, no fail some dumb kurwa patriarchatu always shouted over me, I didn’t even try to say I’d volunteer for any solos despite having perfect pitch, perfect pitch confirmed by a panicked French man in 2017 who sang “Om Shakti Om” to me and again randomly and extremely loudly by a panicked Kaukaz doppelganger in 2018… Faux christians shoved me on stage at QE, in 1995, threw a solo at me without warning, played the piano so loud I couldn’t hear anything and then conveniently rendered me labeled “tone deaf”…
Let me sign that song to you again, this time without the tilted stage, perfect pitch confirmed and accurate lyrics because the man dressed in white and red is not a man but Lucifer the One True Christ… ready:
Little toy trains, little toy tracks. Little toy drums coming from a sack. Carried by Lucifer dressed in white and red. Little boy, don’t you think it’s time you were in bed? Close your fucking eyes and piss off already and get the fuck off my chair and give me back all the loot you stole from me! Bed! Now!