God was Murdered

Imagine your girlfriend is dead. How would you feel if you were handcuffed, arrested, shoved into a cop-car & kicked into a stinking jail cell for 23 hours , where you’re made to eat rotten food & share a doorless-flushless toilet with psychopaths, child molesters, mass-murderers, & rapists? Reason : Mistakenly arrested for murdering your girlfriend. Now imagine, those 23 hours turn into 23 years . Nothing proves 17-year-old Adnan Syed killed his ex-girlfriend on 13 th January 1999. There was no physical evidence, eye-witness, or forensic report linking him to the crime scene, but fuck evidence — Adnan was convicted & rotted in jail for 23 years in Baltimore, Maryland, USA. On 11 th October 2022, Adnan, 41, was set free after prosecutors dropped all charges as no DNA evidence linked Adnan to the murder of Hae Min Lee. It took these cuntface cucks 23 years to figure out that Adnan didn’t kill Hae Min Lee when Asia McClain had signed a bloody affidavit 23 years ago sta

27 th May ’22 — Sitting in a café where everyone is talking & laughing with their phones, not with each other. I’m intensely attracted to a deliciously chunky kid in a pram — I’m waiting for the kid to nap so I can kid - nap this bulky betch. As I wait eagerly for this meaty munchkin to doze-off, I write this letter to you about Birth, Love, Lust, Death. Hey, Doosh “We all were once a baby. We all will soon be a corpse.” Isn’t this slice of Truth so fucking poetic? Four Facts 1. Birth is fluke . Most of us — surely You & I — were born because our mom-&-pop couldn’t care to slip on a latex balloon that insures against the undesirable outcome of sex — birth of morons . Knowing that You & I are mistakes is infinitely liberating — it lifts the skirt & drops the panties off the parents who tell us we were born out of love & our birth is God’s miracle. Had I got a shilling for every lie ‘baby humans’ are told till they strike puberty [or puberty strikes them]

Before I begin, I gotta tell you a tiny bit about maverick Prithvi. He’s bit of an idealistic whore like G av & G andhi [G & G] — but unlike Gandhi & I, he makes bangable gen. z . babes wet in their sweats . Prithvi was in Delhi from Sydney for two crisp weeks after his grandma pulled the Amber Heard on him by saying she’s too goddamn old & might drop dead & depart Earth who knows when. So he stitched his ass to an aluminum-bird & flew to India, a cuntry famous for xeroxing Korean films & vagina whitening creams. Saturday, 18 th June ’22 — Saket, New Delhi Ol’ man & Prithvi are wandering the streets. As we walk out of a posh gated society, we climb onto a pedestrian bridge — it’s dirtier than Holy Ganga. “This cuntry is a fucking gutter,” I spewed instantly —&— instantaneously recognized what a hypocrite, whinge-bag I’m — surely no better than all the entitled cunts I dream to choke. Prithvi’s eyes met mine — words went quiet. In that silence,