DO YOU THINK I AM JEREMY CORBYN. Do you think we are KINDLY OLD MEN. It is true that like him I garden. BUT YOU are in my garden. YOU are the carrot. YOU are the PLUM. YOU and all the rest of our GENTILE ATTACKERS. Look up from the dirt at my big nose and despair
I have seen Atlantis, Hamm. I have swum beneath the Depths. I have read the Edda and consorted with its authors. Have you smoked opium in the Lizard’s Den? Have you dreamed of Thule while lying down, your brow stroked by maidens fair? NO. You write for BOING BOING
You’ve taken the identity of an Ethnic woman—Xeni Jardin. Shapeshifter, I have dealt with your kind before. You don’t understand. The eye 👁 is used because we can see in the Astral plane. And I see your true visage. Give me a smile!
Do not test me, Jardin. I am infinitely more mentally ill than you.
