The End Is Nigh

The seventh angel is about to blow their trumpet and the sound will deafen all the justice perverts. Justice and divine retribution is coming. Mine eyes have seen the glory and the malicious saboteur vendetta freaks will soon be surely punished. They will receive a plague of locusts to disrupt their scheeming plotting.

They are going to face judgement. They're quaking in their little boots at the thought, knowing all their sulpherous sneaking has come to naught. It's been horrible seeing the bright star overshadowed. Seeing 'My Felicity' hounded and dogged, having her lights punched out by abusive criminals, falsely accused by a publicity seeking malignant drama obsessive

I have received thousands of messages of support, sweet, sweet support from many famous and intellectual people. They all love me for my beautiful research. I expect to see an angry mob of my supporters on the courtroom steps anxiously waiting my arrival and vindication. Then we shall see off the vicious gibbons and put a final solution to their wombat ways.

But it's all coming to an end, soon. It's always alright in the end, and if it's not alright , its not the end. I would like to thank my brave supporters - those who think the 7/7 bombings were an inside job - for coming to my aid. they know a lot about conspiracy and secret history and about how the security services can plot and scheme and they are top class researchers into secret history. We have so much in common!

The vicious libellers and the goonish bletherers of deciet and malice will be hung out to dry. The abusive criminal obsessives are going to feel the hand of history grasping at their shoulders and they won't be able to shake it off.

Not this time. They are walking the sleep of the damned. They are on a jolly boat ride that will hurl them off a huge waterfall.

My time is coming. I will be victorious.

I will defeat everybody.

I will dance on their graves.

I will have their evil blog deleted in an instant.

The end is nigh but Im holding on
Im gonna be your number one
Im not the kind of girl
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

Its not the things you do
That tease and hurt me bad
But its the way you do
The things you do to me
Im not the kind of girl
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

Today's sandwich was long pig pate on a bed of aspergers lettuce and was bought in the usual way