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The Swine Queen
I
have seen the Swine Queen,
the patron deity of the city of Sydney squealing and shrieking
her ignorant pride to the heavens. The symbol of excess and abandon,
she is monstrous in her desires and proportions. She is the ultimate
abuser, where care and suffering become the one thing.
Her massive hairy tonnage swims in her own waste as
politicians and corporate representatives grimly plot and fight for the
privilege of suckling upon her narcotoidal, rancorous,
scab-encrusted, battle-wounded nipples. They dedicate their entire
lives to this most serious mission with no understanding that other,
sunlit goals exist.
So, welcome to the well of many poisons, welcome to the evil that
denies its own existence, welcome to the abusive mother, welcome to
Sydney.