Receiving messages from Mick Jagger pretending to offer jobs, or telling me my phone is cut off brings me immense joy. He’s dying and needs my energy to survive. While he performed at the “Hackney Diamonds” listening party, an album about me, he couldn’t do the same for “Foreign Tongues” (read I’m A Rolling Stones Muse). Good. He’s a soon to be dead, burning in hell, racists, misogynistic, pedophile idiot, with barely any reprieves. Meaning he’ll have to work three times as hard to alleviate his eternal suffering (read Revelation 13: Moloch/Baal/ Satan…Are The Same Entity).
He’s made the world incredibly unsafe for children. Unable to adapt due to lack of intelligence like his followers, the rockstar doesn’t understand his old tricks no longer work. When he dies I won’t shed a tear, I can’t stand him (read Karen Mulder Deserves Justice & Will Get It). The eunuch twink didn’t even get a father’s day shout out from Georgia May Jagger, as he deserves. Mick is worth more to me dead than alive. Looks like it’s going to be the former. Deuces nigga. Everyone enjoy your last lifetimes, do keep cutting time shorter. I so look forward to the permanent imprisonment you signed up for. By the time you value time, it will have slipped through your hands forever, Kali & Shiva. Via: The Guardian & LA Times