Mick Jagger Sings About Missing Heaven

Haha hehe, right? Niggas thought it wise to disrespect me, in favor of a false god, who got everything from me (read Revelation 13: Moloch/Baal/ Satan…Are The Same Entity). All that Mick Jagger has given his depraved acolytes is from yours truly (read Declined: The Illuminati’s Rituals & Magic). He has no domains. A mere wannabe and fraud. If he were even close to our level he wouldn’t be banned from his favorite place, Heaven. How stupid are you to follow an entity that’s proven itself lesser? Truly believing it would serve you beyond the material world? That willingly exchanging your soul comes without eternal repercussions?

The only person the deal serves in the afterlife is Archangel Samael/Satan. He gets a respite from suffering upon collecting what’s owed. Hell is that horrific. You’ll find the lyrics to “Sweet Sounds Of Heaven,” where Mick Jagger describes his descent from paradise and futile refusal to return to the fiery pits. His location before incarnating for Armageddon. The fuck you thought this was? I don’t feel bad for ANYONE. How you fail an open book test? Enjoy this time. Mick has made it very clear what we are and what we’re doing here (read Revelation 12: The Rolling Stones Logo Is Me, Kali). This is the best it gets for the condemned. Please do continue to shorten your time. Hell awaits, Kali & Shiva. Via: EBay & Genius

Updated: 5/27/2026 10:54pm

“Crash Into Me” Is A Masterpiece

Before I comprehended what “Crash Into Me” was about as a child, it was a favorite. A masterpiece lending itself to another masterpiece, because I can’t listen to it without thinking of “The Office.” The scene where Michael Scott decided to put this on a mix CD for Holly after just meeting her. Jim stopped him in the nick of time.

Listening to the words and realizing how insanely inappropriate, how unhinged he was, makes me cry from laughter, every time. The Office is the funniest show for genius gems like this. It’s the little things. In what world Michael? Via: EBay

Melanie Hamrick Continues Lying

Michael Philip Jagger saw the background ballerina, with the uneven face and barely there curves, and said “She’s hotter than L’wren Scott & Noor Alfallah.” Sure Jan. Melanie Hamrick used black magic murder rape, for the fame. As you can see from the second to last photo she was NEVER PRIMA BALLERINA. The girl doesn’t have the looks or the talent for the position. Her name is so small next to the all caps principal dancers, I highlighted it in case you missed it.

And yet Rupert & Lachlan Murdoch, publishers of her ghostwritten books, lie to the public printing bold face lies (read Melanie Hamrick Forces Murdoch’s To Lie). At first the media titans did it for ex-wife Jerry Hall and revenge for the billion dollar election lawsuit they had to pay when they blamed machines for rigging the election- it was me (read The Favorite: Vladimir Putin). Now the Murdoch’s are forced to fib, because they’re satanic pedo’s and Raggedy Anne found the evidence. Being that Mick Jagger started and runs the international operation, she’s got the intel on ALL the elites. Leading News Corp to fallaciously state she was a star dancer.

Lest we forget Ratty Patty says she didn’t know who Mick Jagger was, nor his net worth in one article (read Melanie Hamrick Didn’t Know Mick Jagger), both impossible. Only to be caught in another tall tale, choosing him as her prey to impress her dead dad John Hamrick, a long time fan of The Rolling Stones (read Mick Jagger Killed Melanie Hamrick’s Dad). Just as ugly as her father, a direct copy and paste, she wanted him to believe she could bag his favorite rockstar. An idea inspired by Misty Copeland’s relationship with Prince (read Misty Copeland Vs. Melanie Hamrick: The Difference). Girl BYEEEEEEEE. I’m the real news. Bitch can’t keep her lies straight. Via: Getty Images, TikTok, Daily Mail & EBay

“All The Colors Of The Dark”

Just read it.

This is how you write a fucking book. Sated to the core. The plot twists, the full circle and unexpected fates of the characters. Bravo, Chris Whitaker. Bravo. I literally clapped from the last twenty pages onward, not even joking. I also cried. The man is a genius. Via: EBay