† Roshan Gurmeet Singh
Tea is a vector, dairy the inflammatory garnish, along with processed sugar, an addictive neurotoxin for the controlled demolition of a demographic, by economic hitmen who kick started the tulip trade for marginalisation of the esoteric knowledge.
Pharmakieaic Grammartical Stockholm Subversion.
Behold as I send you as sheep, amidstad the wolves.
The vultures in Tibet that feast upon the corpses are more saatvic than the distributing temples of the dairy industry, and the partitioning merchandisers of animal skins, from the East and West.
Time, Reminiscence, Hal from 2001 Space Odyssey, Oskar Schindler, Ashkenazi, Demolition of a dam, Bromelain, Quercetin.
Plastic bags are a filter for the panoramic image which is the current civilisation especially the filth that is here in Singapore.
There is no sense of awareness nor mindfulness in the design of the buildings, and walkways.
Most people here are unhealthy and psychically handicapped.
Their incentive is the monosodium flavour enhancers food which block the neurotransmitters in the adrenal glands and cause hormonal imbalances, obesity and infertility.
Aaag ko jelakay barsaat benarehai ho.
On the day of my mom's funeral, my obese cousin Kiran from my dad's side, told me, via Whatsapp that everyone loves you with an emoji and lied to me about going overseas because they did not want to attend for reasons unbeknownst to me. Her mom called me puter which means son, and is bitter to the bone about matters I do not know nor understand.
All these has something to do with my mom and grudges against her proliferating thinking.
They hate my mom's book.
They think it is unchastely.
Noticably, they did not attend my mom's funeral.
They were trying to entrap me because of their projections and whatever gross gossipolitics.
Kiran's mom made me moringa dosa out of guilt. It was ok.
You can walk on your flowers, but what is on your mind?
I can't say this about myself, though, an individuals character bla bla bla.
Her home is 15 minutes away from mine and, has more idols and pictograms than an incense shop.
The other accomplice is Chris, which is a pseudonym. There is something unhealthy going on. His Mrs dabbles in dramatic personas.
Spite is vehemently being carouseled from them.
I write here, as a sense of expression.
I think she did something bad to me via dark practices.
Nobody gives a fuck.
Sanctum Ordo E Pleribus Unum.
Everything is being weaponized against me.
This is a curated isolation to take my Kundalini energies you fucking impotent bastards.
Your churches, temples, mosques, synagogues and shrines are asphyxiatingly, fluoridatedly, fluorescentedly, formaldehydedly, fountainous.