"Helluva night. Could have rewritten the Kamasutra," says Jonathan- the Hero of my novel.

Angry fucking hooligans took over my terrace last night. I tried screaming at them. They screamed back even louder. My landlord came up and told me they were here for a good cause and I should offer my services to them as it was towards the end of humanity. As he went down, these people started hurling abuses, directed towards me. And I stood there, feeling abased, my little tenement privacy completely violated.

Did you yearn to kick your daughter's dumb butt? Did you ache to wring your wife's treacherous neck?

Fuck you O The Land Of Opportunities, with your fucking white-arsed opportunists.
And Fuck you neo-political groupies, panting for the penumbra of limelight.
Fuck you with you loose pussy lips and your sacks of deception.

Your breath reeks of the white man's cock. Your arse slimy with his semen. And you crave to be the political opinion leader of my country.

Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck......

Make Tom Mooney your Idol....Worship the dark Lord of love......of Truth........servitude to the brothers........