As I’ve said, Mick Jagger needs my energy to sprint across stage (read Mick Jagger’s Life Is Almost Over). The same way he’s programmed to be evil, because he’s Satan incarnate, is the same way Keith Richards isn’t (read Revelation 2: Keith Richards Is Saint Michael). Remembering myself has been a slow and arduous journey, otherwise I’d have taken his abilities far earlier.
This cretin has: given me every health problem I’ve ever had, a hernia, stole my money, pushed me into poverty, tried to incarcerate me, tried to Karen Mulder me with a psych ward, tried to force me into prostitution, forced my husband Lewis Dvorkin/Shiva/Jesus to sacrifice himself, killed my grandmother, killed my mother on his birthday last year, shut down my job with Rat Soup lies, got my credit card closed by adding his card to increase the limit, using the limit and removing his card, broke into my social media, stalked and harassed me, paid people not to hire me, tried to murder me and more. My turn. As soon as he gets to hell after the painful death I have in store, it’s OVER FOR HIM (read Revelation 13: Moloch/Baal/ Satan…Are The Same Entity). He’s so use to being forgiven for his abuse by these mortals who praise him, he’s forgot who the fuck I am. SICK of him. All the while he won a Grammy off me (read Hackney Diamonds Won A Grammy). He’s a deplorable pedophile, misogynist, racist piece of shit who eats and sexually assaults babies amongst other things. I won’t shed a tear when the eunuch twink dies. Can’t stand him. Everyone who aligned with him and his abuse enjoy your last lifetime, Kali & Shiva. Via: The New York Times
