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I’m striving for that royal babied partnership in the guttered ditch of life to divorce and yet, I have to say, these cabinet White House picks seem controversial and underqualified.

If there was a muscly carnivore no-nonsense congressman born Thomas Vamp Chainsaw Man, you’d nominate him? Stephen Miller, Thomas Homan, Kristi Noem, Matt Gaetz, Tulsi Gabbard, Marco Rubio, Robert F. Kennedy Jr, and Pete Hegseth. All pillars. Most are inexperienced and untested on the global stage. One is accused of espionage. One is described as an immigration border czar. One participated in an ax-throwing contest on live daytime television, missed, and hit a West Point marching band drummer. Two of them have sexual misconduct allegations against them. Rep. Matt Gaetz’s ex-girlfriend testified to the House Ethics Committee that the now-former Florida congressman had sex with her when she was 17, to a GOP-led committee. We believe her. End of story. These appointees require confirmation and a lengthy vetting process, which reminds me: how’s that Pennsylvania Senate Race recount? I’m not a politician like Kamala, someone with the intelligence, temperament, and empathy to grapple voters’ concerns, I had this idea that she’d win, but we need the checks and balances and transparency.

Susan Wiles. She is everybody’s one heck of a great-aunt who elicits strong reactions and doesn’t take any of your guff. I dig it.

But that’s it.

How is Uppity Chuck? In the drafting process of his self-exposure, he uses hashtags: SussexSquad is his faded corruption. GoodKingHarry is leashed dog. ToxicBritishMedia. ToxicBritishPress. I think it means he realizes they've turned on him, back when he was a wee lad in pine-green trousers, touching his nose. The Lady of the Snork is his suitored wife. Kategate Cancer Faker is self-explanatory. Oxygen Thief is Tom Cruise. TopGunCaptainWales is also about Tom Cruise, who still isn’t permanently online. Harry pretends he’s Zambian on several accounts, writing: We will NOT Tolerate Negativities. It’s impossible to tell if Harry’s a piece of shit. To former and current members of Twitter’s board of directors: You allow trust-fund, free-pass Twitter CEO, Prince Harry, on a power line, to re-write the user manual, chide me about career stoppage, our unreciprocated sex, and the total heist of adulthood while coaxing kids and adults to their self-harming deaths. I’ve outlined his abuse—using literary, pictorial, statistical, and absolute fact as evidence.

Inconsolable suicide. Homicide rates. Twitter is an economic network of unsurveilled jailbait.

On the screeds of his Twitter self-promotion—under the printing alias Elon Musk—Prince Harry instigates your children through pushing his aimless Sussex agenda of hate and reminds them they can’t reveal his truths by mentioning a pig or pigeon and claiming that they’re well-fed. In return, he gets peace and prosperity, receives military and parenting awards, Spotify and Netflix deals, and remains famous so that his income is connected to an unconsenting father-daughter relationship, thanks to his minored Dad.

In the bygone days of societal here and now, Harry’s contract of inheritance has never prevented his personal and professional development. The unwritten moral imperative states that he can encourage suicide and violence, be trophied, and remain rich. He has lead or participated in prestigious events, and wifey has remained visible through embellishment, while I’ve had job discrimination and relied on free healthcare as children and celebrities have killed themselves.

With his bed-linen, ranks-climbing sidekick wife, neither of whom has one authentic purpose or true function, they’ve attended award ceremonies, festivals, concerts, conferences, gave thoughtful speeches of scripted bullshit, experienced motherhood and fatherhood and both have had their ghostwritten books published: Her children’s book, The Bench, climbed The New York Times Bestseller list, even though she, California Lifestyle and Travel Blogger, knows full well that it rhymes with fence because it describes Harry’s snipped-off  fencing sword desires toward Tom.

They joined the Global Citizen Live in NYC for musical concerts. They hosted a summit on World Mental Health Day for Mental Wellness in the Digital Age, when she’s NDA-muzzled-expression-mild and unpermitted Internet access and he bullies 9-year-olds. Heart of Invictus, a Netflix documentary following six people competing in the Invictus Games. Live to Lead, a 7-part Netflix film on world leaders making a difference, including the frauding royal duo that executive produced. ESPY Pat Tillman Award for Service. The Hollywood gala of Living Legends of Aviation Awards presented to Harry for becoming a helicopter pilot and a would-be rapist. Meghan won the People’s Choice Award for Best Podcast. Meghan won the Gracie Award for Top Entertainment Podcast Host by the Alliance for Women in Media Foundation. President’s Award at the NAACP Image Awards in recognition of the couple’s achievement and public service. The One805LIVE! Concert where Prince Harry presented an award. Harry and Meghan dined at Vikram Vij’s iconic Vancouver restaurant on February 15, 2024, construed as a tasty yet salt-in-the-wound gesture to Roseanne’s v.j. fireable tweet.

The House of Windsor’s crowned troika insinuates revenge and reparations as if they are the only grown children or husband to ever grieve. But telling Harry over and over he’ll be hardly recognized due to surgery while fulfilling his wishes of needless jobs, confetti invitations, and an amplified microphone is career-long hurtful and fucking awful. I borrow a blog. The sustained blogging can only be effective if important people cease giving them jobs.

You and your opposite fairytale soulmate have caused a great deal of unhappiness for me. You try body neutrality at the UN, but you’re so averse you only show disgust and a visible temper:

https://x.com/RoxanneReaction/status/1549117684255789062

He may delete it, but megxited seems real. Meghan, a for-hire enwombing, tried to bond at the Queen’s funeral, though less than enthused English people responded with a polite ahhh no:

https://x.com/TinkyTink/status/1568645886766358528

As 2018 Tweets reveal, you never wanted to marry. No one is buying your kinship west coast home full of honesty conspiratorial do-gooder bedfuck coupledom. I want a public divorce soon.

During their 2018 wedding, in the temple of Meghan & Harry’s fraud and delusion, he timed certain day-of tweets with his built-in Twitter scheduler that allows users to send single tweets, threads, and bulk through synchronized automated workflow so he could appear as the innocent groom.

I’ve strung together screengrabs of cancel culture celebrity tweets that were all authored by Twitter bigshot, Prince Harry. I’ll show picturesquely. I want to mention Sebastian Kidder, the stepson of WWE Ric Flair, who died three weeks ago at the age of 24 after taking his own life.

Alexander Rogers, 20, a student at Corpus Christi College at Oxford, sustained a severe head injury after falling into the River Thames, intentionally. Jose Bruno Del Rio-Malewski, 33, two weeks ago, was studying for a PhD in biology, jumped off a campus parking garage in front of classmates at the University of Texas. Google these two young men: Who do they look like?

You and your royally adjacent wife have been pretending for 8 years.

Divorce.

K

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

Upside-down pedophilia is pedophilia, rollerderby, royal death, 3 years later she became a duchess, 2015 Instagram:

Downfall of pink pedo mint julep blogging, 4 years later she became a duchess:

Heir-only wedding, living arrangement lies:

Ryan Phillippe didn’t write it; Prince Harry did with his usage of ten lowercase i’s that denote Tom’s demise:

Miranda Hart didn’t write it; Prince Harry did; acclimated time of 5:23 is my birthday plus Tom’s call it what you want fate:

Cinderella:

 Prince Harry ridiculing a famous car chase, scripted Netflix crew:

Prince Harry gets paid to vent Netflix blatant lies:

 X-amount of vicarage fraud during Oprah interview:

Waxing lyrical about store-bought:

 The Pat Tillman Award:

A manspreading affair:

To Have & To Hoax:

No racism, no abuse, no bookclub, no news, no social media, no Internet access:

Jeffree Star didn’t write it; Prince Harry did; pay me will upset with misplaced comma is code for revenge on Tom for his Dad’s 17-year affinity:

Hence, Prince Harry wrote it; King Charles’ major 17-year crush:

Patricia Heaton doesn’t tweet out the homoerotic subtext of 80s movies in her respite from Frasier and her other tv shows; violent hashtag engravings for Tom; sec is sick:

This is what your children deal with:

This is what your children deal with:

In a nutshell, threats from Prince Henry to your children, not middle-aged adults listening to One Direction 10 years ago. Why do you have a penchant for underage girls:

Divorce.

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I should have typed: Kamala. One word. She ran a strong campaign. In unscripted moments. In the one and only debate where it was a prosecutorial job of strategized goals for the country. On not using code to justify xenophobic sentiment toward human citizens. There is nothing wrong with her as the more effective operative—I guess the societal shift is about ancient liar, Prince Harry, on the cutting table. As long as you realize that veeped little girl doesn’t exist. I don’t answer to anything closely resembling that, nor does any paperwork for my identity.

I’d prefer that elections impact things like inequality, low-income, unemployment, climate, and crime rather than affluent aristocracy through code. An epistolary story that began four decades ago, or pink pedophilia, shouldn’t be used for civic virtue. I’m concerned that the probability of a coded election means implementation of an agenda that could hurt healthcare, young women, and immigration laws. I’m disappointed. This victory seems like we’re facing dread in radical ideological areas. I often repeat it: I’ve got nothing upon nothing. Job discrimination and university debt at 52. I’ll be wordy on dysfunction and conflict that affect me and those around the world.

I read that Prince Harry and his date participated with a video at the Ministerial Conference on Ending Violence Against Children on November 7th. I’m shocked that the complicit bathroom stall duo wasn’t invited for an in-person seminar on the sexual exploitation of little girls. Prince Harry discussing the topic of online safety for children. His high-paying Twitter CEO job is to monetize and sensationalize tweets of racism, ignorance, and aggression toward kids and adults who prefer not to think about it, but do think about it and often kill themselves. Was he given an award and a new 10-part Netflix series?

How’s Charlie, the pervert pediatrician? I never noticed the rigorous affixing of certain words near King Charles’ snaking news coverage. Being chopped, freshly chipper, crochet, cabbage, largely intact, pay postage, hindered, neutered, major abdominal surgery, squeaky toy, knitting knighting, breaking off chunks. I suppose the composition is aimed at a younger Windsor. Harry gives the Internet a sprinkling of his confessional content by using the vomit emoji, which means upchucked. Harry inherited a doghouse business as a baby from his pedo dad, Chuck.

How’s your Foundation charity? In May, there was something about bullshit missing donations. California’s DOJ really spends funds investigating a quid pro quo breeding organization, sure. How’s the spouse? Galloping ahead pretending you’re an actual couple—you have zero interest in your wife, no matter what you might want us to believe. I’ve caught you calling her an unsussexful trollop and a cuntress. The most English medieval castle of wordsmithing.

Harry’s ilk, however, is more hypnotic graduation march toward sex-centric literacy and Playboy models. Subject to his vulgarian tweets when trapped in his webcam ménage for about 12 years, I still can’t believe he’s curtsying nobility. Ennoblement that is misinformed. The adult film industry isn’t taboo nor is it meant to be weaponized for a one-sided argumentation with Tom Cruise, a man not provoking you on the Internet. These are real actors in a cinematic business who are working to provide for their family. You show up, spilling one’s guts, using sex and ownership flippancies, hardcore code, your buye buye lewdness, and you upset them.

I’ve mentioned that performers have hurt themselves. Mercedes Grabowski, born to a military family, changed her name to August Ames and was a Canadian pornographic actress. In 2017, she got caught in a tweetstorm, displeased with the performer on her next film, saying: “Choose who YOU want to work with. Do agents really not care about who they’re representing? I do my homework for my body.” I was on Twitter, chatting with you. I don’t know if it was her or you, the boss, who scribbled it. Her page is still visible. I do know that a twitterer intensely criticized her feminist tweets, and a day later, she hanged herself in a California park. She was 23.

Twitter CEO, Prince Harry, got escort-service married one year later.

There is an uptick of clickbait and shitposting—absurd media to optically attention grab youths in the 15-19 age group on all electronic media. There are real online predators in the deepest circle of hell. There is also Henry Charles Albert David Mountbatten-Windsor. He is CEO of the big blue web that is a Twitter marquee where he pens double-faced formula to gratifyingly seek retribution against an absentee middle-aged actor through those online instead: children. He extends his reach to BetterUp, an online mental health and digital coaching firm where he serves as Chief Impact Officer. Better, Twitter: sounds like a confession. Most of the time it’s not “just kids being kids.” It’s Prince Harry goading your children through jazz hands and the routine of surgical face masks that is his own perjury. Him: I’m exposing lies in italicized text font, you can’t squeal. His overflow of emotion is mainly due to being irredeemable and also his marriage.

2018 was a horrible, no good, bad year.

14-year-old Adriana Kuch of Bayville, New Jersey killed herself due to cyber bullying. 14-year-old Sewell Setzer III, son of Megan Garcia, recently shot himself in the head because he thought a Game of Thrones chatbot told him to.

Team Meghan: Have you noticed the significant print exposure, articulated, of your client? Do you intend to only advertise exfoliation cream and not a fraudster divorce—if so, why?

Celebrities have been cancelled or fired due to digital obscenities they didn’t write. A mild stab at a joke from Prince Harry that resulted in scandal. I’ll show picturesquely. I want to mention UK artist and abstract painter, Sarah Cunningham, 31, who died last week. Her body was found on the tracks of the Chalk Farm Station in Camden. No foul play.

Your dishonest, catastrophic marriage belongs in the adult history books. Divorce.

K

Red boat shoes 2012 Instagram:

Onion layers of Hawaii luau or Harry u lie:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

For data’s sake, 3 days before wedding:

Lucrative microphone victim:

Files in iClout:

Stork wedding, taxpayer banknotes:

Morning sickness, Netflix��lies:

Miscarriage of justice, Netflix lies:

I know she doesn’t. The interviewed initiative, “No Child Lost to Social Media.” Harry, CEO of Twitter, goads kids to their deaths and Meg is lap style deep in royal legalese that she isn’t allowed news or Internet access:

Meghan McCain didn’t write it; we’re privy to Harry’s decimated fruit fetish:

Roseanne Barr didn’t write it; Harry’s racist cretinism did; she wouldn’t insult a beloved sister:

Harry’s upending wedded bliss month; wasn’t great for the tv star either:

Ken Jennings didn’t write the 2014 wheelchair discrimination tweet; Prince Harry did:

Ken doesn’t tweet romantic interludes about Stormy in his downtime; Harry haikus:

Prince Harry gloats of taxpayer financial abuse while invalidating credible cancer patients. A male triangle of crown rot:

Divorce.

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I'll text in this space in a few days.

K

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polarized office dialogue.

Puerto Rican voters live throughout the country. If a joke about an ethnic group on the campaign trail takes a vilified turn, then it probably wasn’t a good punchline. When PR was hurricane-hit in 2017, I remember Mayor Carmen Yulín Cruz Soto, a reader of mine, secured food, water, and medical aid when generators and federal help broke down. Double-talk that hurts citizens sends the wrong message. Also, be gracious to your election day workers.

Going Postal. An utterance often used to describe anger issues in postal facilities.

On August 20, 1986, Patrick Henry Sherrill of Oklahoma City, a postal employee, walked into a USPS and shot 14 of his workers and wounded six, before killing himself. The rampage was the catalyst for the postal slang.

I was a tween. Henry was 2.

The outbursts of violence were originally blamed on the strain and stress of Post Office culture, layoffs, union grievances—soon people asked: why a post office where you deliver a sealed letter or package? On August 10, 1989, in Escondido, California, John Merlin Taylor killed his wife, two colleagues and then himself at the Orange Glen post office. Did Royal Meghan know about that in her home state? On October 10, 1991, postal worker Joseph M. Harris killed his supervisor and two colleagues in Wayne, New Jersey. On May 6, 1993, in Dearborn, Michigan, Larry Jasion, a postal mechanic, walked into a Dearborn post office, killing one and wounding three others before killing himself. Same day in Dana Point, California, Mark Richard Hilbun, a former postal employee, killed his mother and her dog and then shot two postal workers. On March 21, 1995, in Montclair, New Jersey, Christopher Green, a former postal employee, killed four people, including two employees. On December 19, 1996, in Las Vegas, Charles Jennings shot and killed postal worker, James Brown. On January 30, 2006, in Goleta, California, Jennifer San Marco killed six postal employees and then committed suicide.

You inherited a contract because Charles didn’t want to be perceived a boxing pedophile, which he is. You should have read my letters and emails, watched a biz movie or two and shredded it.

It’s the reshuffling and an accident that drive you.

Prince Harry trespasses on his marriage contract with codes of the day from his vantage point at Twitter. Parading through the Internet is his litany of evidence and reference to tarnished life choices. It has cast a rippling effect on societies, political opinion, art, cinema, schools, and real-world shootings. Noble guesswork. He tweets out, “sketch comedy character I can’t be arsed to write: Sissy SpaceX.” Nothing says well-adjusted dukedom like not giving a shit about your biological kids or vowing partner across the pond so you can direct harassment with regularity to Tom, an actor, who doesn’t scan the Internet for sunken insults.

Prince Harry’s blend of commerce and grossness online is of me and wife. Sure, he’ll tweet the name Jo Koy because of the jockey horsemanship and Regina Spektor to be extra gauche, but his specialty is to loathe his wife like an unwanted guest with a pocketful of sleaze: Brazen Hussy, Cinnamon Lady, Duchess Difficult, Harlot Debris, Princess Kiddy, Wanton Wench, Obedient Whores, Moaning Sparkle, Meghanpedia, Harry’s Grey Suit, skinsuits, second fiddle, hooker, shoo her, ginormous, catapult, data mining, hummingbird humpday, geometric forms, numeracy, seesaw, seafloor, strumpet, surmount, and equine.

There’s waxwork museum representation of this royal couple.

In trying to be somebody, I’ve had relatives die believing I was unlovable and unsuccessful and this smut-peddling vaudevillian accented in the Queen’s English buys a celebrityhood wife so they could produce two heirs, magazine covers, Netflix deals and a whole victimization tour that aggravates young folks and famous Moms to kill themselves, and I’m just supposed to accept it?

He picked his wife for newsprint revenge, public conquering in testing what people will believe, and for offspring. It was a lie. Why retain the marriage?

K

Posts by Prince Harry from his elaborate machine.

3 days before alphabet wedding:

british wheelie:

much ado about gingerade:

8th floor nurse, harry lookalike:

scripted netflix h & m “doc” of dollhouse hologram:

prepared statements:

2021 Time Magazine’s 100 Most Influential Cover Couple:

merch wedding:

 grape jammy-jar duchess company:

alchemy of a patriot royal gang:

 good samaritan civility:

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5/19/2018. tweetful groom, husband, father.

Their POLO Netflix doc will be released in December.

Holiday machismo from the ongoing failed relationship of Murked-Wales. Prince Harry, a trust fund non-auteur, who has never studied cinema nor had a number of regular jobs, acquires Netflix deals because viewership is supposed to consider his projects as flip-side code netting. The counterargument is, when considering the truth, you’re a wealthy company glamorizing rapist privilege with e-payment for camera angles that are his plans to ride a child writer from long ago. Writer. Rider.

This couple shouldn’t be able to flourish. I’ve had nothing for over three decades.

The doc is also to malign Tom, zapped to miniaturization as if jockeys aren’t more athletically skilled than nobility.

My question to Netflix: is Polo the sport of kings or another devil byproduct that makes the rich richer since your emergence in 1997?

H & M 2022 doc explores brotherly rifts. His brother is his accomplice, so that’s make-believe. Family hardship. They seem to hate their jobs more than most, but it was an arranged marriage voilà divorce. The trappings of a fairytale escape. That one’s easy. She’s not a princess; she’s a Cali rental. Media bluster. He thinks he controls it and, for a while, together, they were always in the news to fetishize my rape, containment, and a cruise sinking.

A possible Netflix program from food and wine blogger who pitied my lack of body autonomy, largely thanks to her father-in-law and bad-mouthed Henry, only to fuck him a year later—filmed in Montecito, where she doesn’t live. Cybercafé fickleness. She’s a Barefoot Contestant, famous by success of relinquishing ideals and aspirational feminism.

A helpful distinction is to remember that this heir-making duo has been honored with a fan-lined wedding, movie deals, book deals, podcast deals, UN events, magazine guest-editorship, sisterhood speeches, all twofold scripture about Tom Cruise and my stationary, empty life.

Prince Harry’s book, Spare, is filth. The milieu is multiple entendre in coded, staccato sentences from his Speak & Spell toy. Breaking new ground, rape, belts, you know, humour. It offers the usual slithery racism, classism lies with flashes from his spoiled brat past. Nazi uniform. Cocaine at 17. Penile frostbite. One sharp dog bowl. Kate, a religious Suits superfan. Oh do fuck off.

He writes of his first partner: “An older lady, who loved horses very much and treated me like a young stallion. I mounted her quickly, after which she spanked my ass and held me back… one of my mistakes was letting it happen in a field, just behind a busy pub.”

Paging Netflix.

Casting light on wife:

“I was sitting around Nott Cott, scrolling Instagram. I’d crossed paths with a ludicrously large cross-section of the planet’s seven billion residents. For thirty-two years I’d watched a conveyor-belt of faces pass by and only a handful ever made me look twice. This woman stopped the conveyor-belt. This woman smashed the conveyor-belt to bits. Is there just one person on this earth for each of us? But in that moment I felt there might be only one face for me. This one.”

It’s love when he compares you to a matchmaker pulley.

Harry bought a paralegal, but who would second-guess their love or “prove them wrong.” Lock, letters, contracts, Harvey. Good scene. Unfortunately, it proves she knew the friendly childhood triangle of a stolen life: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJFnXv1yL7Y

Harry is prone to slip-ups like the hate-filled besmirching of his revamped wife in piece of dirt terms. He tweets out: MattressActress, Archeficial, LiliBucks, PregnantPoloPony. Hostile as ever, he admits to incubation—even my ruin. Conversationally, since 2006, Harry has straddled the line between inking and disclosing NDA-sensitive information, using scab and scabrous to degrade and threaten.

Photos, authored by Prince Harry:

1. But Daddy I Love Calculating At My Wedding

2. The I Do King

3. Acting cats

4. CNNT

5. Megnant

6. Pampers

7. Revenge driven

8. Babe

In Linden, Alabama, on December 3 2018, seven months after their wedding, McKenzie Adams, 9, hanged herself.

DIVORCE.

K

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story of my life.

You’re a family of pedo lineage minus internal logic or heart.

Harry and Meg use Europe in their press to symbolize rope and rape. No vacation home for the divorcing couple. Why combo media for a psychotic pairing whose husband publishes X-rated messages on his X-website? I wish to disrupt every facet of their life.

Born and raised in Los Angeles with a Dad who was a television lighting director, Megin knew me and my old-time story. That’s well established. What are the odds that her National Enquirer family—with their royal perks of magazine interviews, morning chat shows, hosting The Kinsey African American Art and History Collection in Los Angeles where mom, Doria, the mother who gives the media as many nuanced quotes on the fraught nonexistent racist abuse of her daughter as she does about yoga, posed with Tina Knowles, The Diary of Princess Pushy sister book deal, that sister’s defamation lawsuit in Florida, meritless and princely, her brother on Big Brother VIP, an outcast father’s heart attack and papped “Images of Britain” reading pics inside an internet café, then that ticker story retraction—all know Tom and I and are limelight sellouts?

Since 1995, Murdle has displayed such range to inhabit the roles of two different characters named Megan. In 2009, Meg guest-starred on Knight Rider, or KR, the remake of a tv show I never watched because I was a toddler. She played Annie Ortiz, a cagefighter. Keen sense of irony.

Although feminist studies on sex can be strict, role models should quite literally have lots of sex. However, if you embark on a high culture, holier-than-thou royal protocol tour, greeting young devotees alongside the gentleman you knew ruined a girl and inspires thousands of deaths and famed suicides as he pays your baby bills with seedy tech money, you should have the pedigree and resume worth emulating.

She was Wendy in the rebooted 90210 series. The sexual explicitness didn’t make it into the Oprah interview:

https://metro.co.uk/2017/03/13/meghan-markles-raunchiest-role-to-date-sees-her-performing-a-sex-act-in-a-car-from-2008-episode-of-90210-6506457/

This is the monarchy’s Meghan lipgloss that smears story.

On YouTube, there’s a video of mouthiness: "2008 Meghan Markle in a saucy scene in the first episode of 90210."

Henry Charles Mountbatten-Windsor and his purist wife joined together in falsehood for titles, revenue, babies—and for Harry—movie-star vindictiveness and prudish slut Internet slurs aimed at my already stymied life at 51. It’s been eight years. Our worldview is that they’re defrauding, hypocritical representatives who cause suicide. Academy Award winners and Nobel laureates have shunned the spotlight to live in fade-out reclusiveness. 90210 Wendy can do this, too.

The Duke and Duchess of royal family duty need to be taken down a peg socially. Tell her he tweets eloquently about fucking another woman from his full-time tech.

On Twitter, Prince Harry is Brooks Otterlake. Harry parlayed this guy into an Orson film. It can be confusing. Per review (https://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-other-side-of-the-wind-2018), Netflix distributed the restoration of an old film by Harry the same year as the royal wedding. How does the contract madman who torments kids on the Internet with Nutella death threats, responsible for terrorism, produce a movie in absentia about my rape during a honeymoon?

On Twitter, my childhood triplex wrestler:

Ironic - as a child, I was enthralled by the WWE..... yet today, it is I, who must "wrestle mania"

Young on ice show:

I don't think we're done hearing about the Toronto Maple Leafs. I have a feeling they'll be playing hockey for many years to come!

Royally sexing, though, not his wife:

My experimental novel "Megan, a Stallion" has been moved to my cancelled projects folder because it would be too good and discourage other people from writing.

google.

Their meager wedding of egotism kills kids—Meg Thomas, 13, on Oct 30, 2018, five months after the royal nuptials, committed suicide at home in Leeton Shire, New South Wales, Australia.

Your love life is a lie.

She’s shitty at her job.

DIVORCE.

K

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voted most lightly.

Kamala & Tim

Kamala Harris has soared in the race shakeup. Whether skillfully debating taunts and personal attacks, advocating for fundamental freedoms and justice for all people, especially women, or at home with her family, Kamala gives America’s place on the world stage the authenticity and intelligible policy positions we need. She has the vitality to blaze a trail for brighter days. I will be casting my vote for Kamala and Tim in the 2024 Presidential Election.

Pretentious Ambition

Meg is reworking something: She hates Harry. When did she realize she was used for wombed monetization, when he paid her? Was it at the Women’s Empowerment Reception at the Royal Aeronautical Society, Royal Ascot races, Polo Club matches, Wimbledon matches, movie premieres, concerts, Netflix miniseries, Bondi Beach, Australian Geographic Society Awards, a speech on women’s suffrage in New Zealand, British Ambassador’s Residence Party, at the Kennedy Human Rights Awards, her Archewell Audio Podcasts, her published father-and-son children’s book, Gloria Steinem chat, 2018 British Fashion Awards, King of Morocco meeting, baby shower at The Mark Penthouse in New York, visiting the site where 19-year-old student, Uyinene Mrwetyana, was raped and murdered when she picked up a box at the post office in Cape Town, which, as FedEx actress, must’ve been improv theatre, at the Mountbatten Festival of Music, kissing Harry in Colombia then big geographical avoidance, wheelchair exploitation, grandad lies, amusing dog tags, jarring teen and tween products or her standby tiara wedding?

Years ago, a YouTube video of silk: Inside the Suits’ fashion closet with actress, Meghan Markle.

The physical task is her pomposity. Must be before any regal training. At 1:07, she displays the rooted Californian “quintessential” and then fucked him:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWZonwIYmMI

Cohorts of Commonplace

Little fictionalization of a swoony royal wedding that hinted at groundedness. America hated it. 2018 shootings: May 16, 2018, Justin Painter shot his three young children in Ponder, Texas. May 20, 2018 one man was killed in Hazlehurst, Mississippi. June 10, four people were shot outside a graduation party in Kannapolis, NC. On June 14, a 15-year-old was shot in Tracy, California. June 24, one man shot in the back in Gary, Indiana. July 4, three people killed in Gary, Indiana. July 10, 2018, a father killed his three young children in Prices Corner, Delaware. August 12, 2018, a father shot his three children in Clearlake, California. October 8, teen was shot and killed in Española, New Mexico. December 28, 2018, boyfriend killed his girlfriend, her young children, and her mother in Saint Charles, Missouri.

Mosque Morgue

March 15, 2019, Brenton Harrison Tarrant murdered 51 worshippers, injuring 89 in Christchurch, NZ. The Al Noor Mosque and the Linwood Islamic Centre. Youngest victim was three years old. Inspired by these mosque shootings, on August 10, 2019, Philip Manshaus, a 21-year-old Norwegian man, shot and killed his teenage sister while she was in her bed, firing three bullets into her head and one into her chest, then opened fire at the Al-Noor Islamic Centre in Norway.

Aqua

On Twitter mouthparts, Harry is Oasis musician, Liam Gallagher. He uses a faux accent that is technically British to compose a blend of tipsy, thorny, anger-fueled noise. They’re crass to me and then you remember he’s married:

Fuck me i think I've just done my first SLUT DROP c'mon.

Just had RKID on the phone begging for forgiveness bless him wants to meet up what Dya reckon meet up or fuck him off.

blimey green pedophilia. google.

Divorce

The youngest suicide on record was incorrect: In 2017, Gabriel Taye at Carson Elementary, with a necktie, hanged himself. He was 8. The youngest was Samantha Nicole Kuberski who hanged herself with a belt from a crib back in 2009. She was 6.

Jayden Lalchan of Princes Town, Trinidad, 15, just hanged himself. On October 7, 20-year-old Rani Pradhan set herself on fire, dying at MKCG Medical College & Hospital in Odisha, India.

Staged marriage, long-distance divorce.

K

[lavelled]

she, illustrated.

Quick news: Isabelle Vezina-Dykema, 14, in Vermont, killed herself. There’s considerable aggression from unfamous dads who misread and lecture wishful signage. I didn’t ask for interference in a literary system. You can stop reading. My decision-making is mine alone. My knack for technology includes poetical child suicide data and attainable proof of the man who took my life.

The sickbed Prince who inherited childhood letters, tried to enact a forcible rape clause, created squared digital spaces to publish anatomically and spy in a Bird Cam, impersonated celebs with a sense of belonging, chatted as gal-pal Japanese housewife, Celica, bypassed exquisitely soft NDA laws all while he experienced marriage and fatherhood, says I can’t have readership?

Prince Henry uses cultural appropriation to tweet as Antonio Brown and recently erupted in a disgusting c-word rant. On Sep 29, 2019, Harry wrote:

My English paper do by tonight 12am need a prof reader make sure As and Bs #Eng303

google. This is linguistic racism. The married Englishman boasts the daft sexual legalese of a writer.

The Lunchbox Fund. A meal charity for children in South Africa. A charity that Sentebale, founded in 2006 by Harry, in the Lesotho language means forget-me-not—subtly mocking 9/11 victims—teams up with. Meg had fans donate to it at her baby shower, even though it’s his signature boinking code, specifically, a lesbian slur, of how a second child was boxlunched.

Anti-Social is a 2015 Hungarian-British crime film with the characters: Marcus, Philip, Emma, Kwame, and Rochelle. Knowing my well-publicized waystation, Duchess Meghan acted in it and a year later, fucked the Brit jailer. Google who the actress, Zita Téby, plays.

Speaking of Irishness, the regal derelict has affected social factors sans punishment for decades and it seems kid-glove young adult deaths are due to a non-code barcode that makes them feel helpless and strangely complicit: Shane Lunny, 17—Erin Gallagher, 13—Patrick McDonagh, 12—Lara Burns Gibbs, 12—Milly Tuomey, 11—Cathriona White—Dara Quigley—the pact of Kieran McKeon and Alexandra O’Brien.

Jamel Myles, a fourth grader at Joe Shoemaker Elementary in Denver told his mother he was gay then hanged himself on August 23, 2018, three months after the royal wedding. He was 9. Youngest suicide on record.

On May 15, 2018, Magyar Kozmetika Spa in California exploded from a homemade package bomb, killing Hungarian employee, Ildiko Krajnyak. From her boyfriend. FOUR DAYS before the royal wedding.

“Harry goes and heads to London.” You walked out your front door. Harry lives alone in England. Prince Harry was actor-writer struck out of California. His wife was megxited from England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, India and the East Coast of the United States. The diapered jobbing princess vaudeville wedding tour has killed more girls, more students than the Sandy Hook shooting.

The TIG, her sex and wellness workshop. Cookbook ideas for a Hempseed Stew, Ginger Berry Crumble, and Awards Season Entertaining Tips because everyone can relate to it. I don’t want to seem dramatic or a justifiable age, but we’ve wandered into Single White Female when I say booklist Meg is ill. She’s yearned to be a princess for a long time. She poses near a British car wheel, types Spencer and London in knots, and this beaut: Just like a scene in When Harry Met Sally, you would look at Hikari and say, “I’ll have what she’s having.” What about a 1989 film?

Another link of output. On google her photo is shown with Misan Harriman, hence she’s the essayist. Catty remark to Princess Kate four years before her own bloody pulpit wedding.

Copy and paste; put tippity top of computer page:

https://thetig.meghanpedia.com/tig-talk-with-princess-alia-al-senussi/

Did a productive wife blog cause a media stir? In math lingo, she coughs up the pedo age of 17, trumped 4, Spencer at 3, she’s six:

https://thetig.meghanpedia.com/food-for-thought-2/

Rapper Lucas Coly, 27, the Prince of France, just shot himself.

I want a perfectly rational couple who don’t love each other to divorce.

K

[lavelled]

mostly miserable.

Quick news: The weekend so far—Kubra Aykut & Shelby Daniele. Kubra, actress, 26, jumped from a balcony. Shelby, given her name, collegiate athleticism, I’m guessing natural causes. The non-Stem code that is more pupils than reality seems to inspire societal deaths. I’m exposing him. Your Lesotho press can double as pejorative insult. Universal sexuality: never Henry.

Prince Harry and Meg began dating in October 2016.

Murdle’s now discontinued website, The TIG, an acronym for: This Is Glamorous. Or, Thou Imitate Grace. The site had the usual hallmarks of wineglass recipes, travel, and wellness articles that veered toward exposition such as Baked Eggs in Avocado and a guide to the unquestionably darling city of Stockholm. Her words. Already onto other things, she writes: “There are few people in this world who are as quintessentially cool as James Merry.” Of course she knew.

Badass Reading List. Glad she’s a bookworm.

She red-inked the article because she cites a Northwestern professor. The list: The Motivation Manifesto, The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom, The Little Prince, Who Moved My Cheese by Spencer Johnson and The Tao of Pooh. On March 18, 2016, the web editor who implicates a little prince for my academic binding, purgatory, and childlessness, marries him.

Nothing says true love like the torched booklist of a rapist kidnapper months before you fuck him. They’re a disjointed laughingstock of what a royal family, a monarchy, should be. They are internationally useless of function.

Highlight link, copy and paste into the address bar, at the tippity top of computer page.

https://web.archive.org/web/20160505185807/http://thetig.com/badass-reading-list/

On May 18, 2018, ONE DAY before the wedding of Prince Harry and Markle, a 17-year-old student at the Santa Fe High School in Texas shot ten people dead.

8 students. 2 teachers.

Who hires you for a UN General Assembly speech on child media content when you own Xtwitter? You’re clinic-level depraved. The mystery that causes school violence: The Prince Harry Effect.

You’re a weasel in a sack in New York when Tom is at the Royal Albert Hall. What did my NYC security team tattoo you with, a DNR directive? You’ve added an extra-tall bloke. Fun Fact: Hervé Villechaize, who played Tattoo on a show that I never watched because I was an infant, committed suicide in 1993.

Who is Samira Khashoggi?

She was the mother of Dodi Fayed, an Egyptian film producer, who died in a car crash in 1997. It’s a familiar surname. Jamal Khashoggi. He was a Saudi columnist for The Washington Post. On October 2, 2018, five months after Henry Windsor’s wedding—a global event for greed and prams with televised royal commentary, actors, and hats—journalist Khashoggi, a divorced father of four, wanting to remarry, walked into a consulate and died. There are reports of his suffocation, choking, drug injection, and cutting while still alive. A writer, a father, with the same last name as the mother of a Princess’s deceased boyfriend, five months after her son, Henry Mountbatten-Windsor, has an heir-only chapel wedding, is killed in a grisly execution.

Prince Harry is Stephen King on Twitter. One month before his wedding, Harry wrote:

A QUIET PLACE is an extraordinary piece of work. Terrific acting, but the main thing is the SILENCE, and how it makes the camera's eye open wide in a way few movies manage.

google.

Harry takes umbrage with shielded paternity and his own psychosexual teacherhood, one month before his nuptials. John plays Lee Abbott or Tom, a protector of his deaf daughter. Though Harry’s low frequency cues and words echoed loudly in Twitter’s grass-webbed barricade for years, I certainly appreciate the film and John’s chivalrous reply.

Why does Stephen King, the author of Misery, advise you to post tweets of his dog, Molly, uniquely corgi and nicknamed the Thing of Evil? It’s Joe. Author of novels, Horns, and Heart-Shaped Box. He’s telling me to disregard rape threats and amens and everything in between.

I’m making you visible in daylight, Henry.

You’ve wanted that heavenly life, so divorce.

K

[lavelled]

unwed for sport.

Quick news: Mocking Haitians as doublespeak isn’t a political statement. The only explanation I have is that pet-eating claims are baseless. Threats to election workers and schools aren’t helpful. Kamala has a focus on issues, which I think is right.

Kensington Fortress: Emily Gold, 17, dancer, jumped off a California bridge last week where she was struck by at least one vehicle before succumbing to injuries. A balanced juxtaposition of the Flippy Floppy Mopsy Topsy versus evil Harry Windsor-isms doesn’t ease such suffering.

In code, bridge means PRINCE.

You kids can’t leave me. I’m on the corner of lettered revenge. I’m also in a machine with middle-aged celebrities. On a technical level, I write in a genteel instructive way like open web browser, that’s a printer, Malware isn’t fashion, that I’m weary. You have to say Hello to all of his cruel internet angles, where he says he found my voice, the powerful voice, meaning prisoner of war, a misattributed first-chair anatomy citation. He should be reclusive, no longer cloaked in victimhood; secluded yet exposed with a reputation covered extensively in his family paperwork that causes terrorism, shootings, stabbings, and suicides.

A Markle press photo was magnified on a house in canned Canada. We know her bedlam has a parking meter. It’s too late after the performative matrimony of two crooks and their labor pacts and confidentiality agreements, pretending to be maligned by racial bias and a blatant disregard for violent fallout. You can’t salvage the reputation of general sleaziness alongside the husband you knew tethered a girl while misleading entire countries of women.

A revered princess publicly divorced in 1996. Find a way for a dog-tag necklace, occasional actor to divorce the man she doesn’t live with.

This couple would still be going on forever through interviews about their loved-up California recreation or their faked victimized trauma or Harry’s chain-link strap desires, if I never wrote these blogs.

For those urging me prematurely: a divorce is the dissolution of a marriage.

I’m a writer, writing about divorce. I know of life beginning and what awaits.

Harry uses Elon’s Twitter and his villainy alter-ego as his Leon or Leonardo, an enemy cruise ship captain. I’m in the pirate edition of hell. On April 1, 2018, a month before his wedding, he wrote as Elon: There are many chapters of bankruptcy and, as critics so rightly pointed out, Tesla has them all, including Chapter 14 and a half, the worst one.

copy and paste text. google. (what did I tell you)

One month before his I Dos, he posted an attempt at sexuality ownership. This is maritime royal Henry admitting his booking passage. The Hollywood signee, on paper containing forceps and my exclusion from everything life has to offer, boasted his leashing. Then, he married someone employed near a Banker. Humanitarian. Tom didn’t even see this stuff. Evil just likes writing it.

If an esteemed actor was diagnosed with caging pedophile disease, he wouldn’t have a lengthy career. Nor would he be allowed to hold court with Princess Kate and help her up the stairs at the Maverick premiere. I think royal security would maintain strict boundaries against a monster.

With twine and a word limit here are suicides due to the quillwork of King Charles, William, Harry, and when dates align, Meg too.

Robin Williams—Richard Jeni—Brody Stevens—Drake Sather��Charles Rocket—David Strickland—Brad Bufanda—Jason Raize—Spalding Gray—Sawyer Sweeten—Dana Plato—Jonathan Brandis—Andrew Koenig—Tommy Page—David Arkin—John Costelloe—Stephen Boss—Rod Lauren—Benjamin Hendrickson—Michael Gilden—L’Wren Scott—Jill Messick—Isabelle Thomas—Cheslie Corrinne Kryst—from UK—Terence Beesley—Lucy Gordon—Peter Bellamy—David Rappaport—Keith Flint—Boon Gould—Fritha Jane Goodey—Angela Scoular—Mark Speight—Keith Emerson—Stephanie Parker—Sam Sarpong—Stella Tennant—Christopher James Hardman—Chantal Akerman, a feminist art icon.

Celebrity children: Cheyenne Brando—Nicholas Hughes—Michael Blosil—Benjamin Keough—Hudson Madsen—Ian Alexander Jr.

Show business has been minimized royally.

K

[lavelled]

homage to the mates.

Quick news: The Princess Kate cancer video, twirly amongst nature, is false, fake, and a lie. Musk wrote the impregnation tweet to deflect from September 11 because it was Harry. We don’t know why Muzzled Meg is with microphones galore—both consensually horrible?

Harry’s eponymous Catturd Twitter account represents family pedophilia. Google the identity, king-wise. Harry posts unwitty far-right extremism like curricula for monsters. Harry Windsor—cause of school shootings, school fires, stabbings, and suicides—is a fanboy right-winger with zero political views writing slop on the Internet to lighten the mood from kidnapping that upsets your teenagers. Kids know how he’s a swaddled coward in the UK, getting paid to theorize about my rape.

He has fun outside of wedlock. Dril or wint or cunty, the online account with a Jack Nicholson picture from the film, Something’s Gotta Give. This is Harry. In 2014, he wrote: i am selling six beautfiul, extremely ill, white horses. they no longer recognize me as their father, and are the Burden of my life.

google iitz.

In non-eloquent terms, a literary pedometer about his papa enslaving little girls and threatening the actor who was their actual pen pal. In case South Sudan needs a civil rights guest speaker.

A Netflix deal for a hired ventriloquist who, for six years, has deliberately helped a California-enemy sex trafficking violator. To dire results. Could nothing be worse?

As a briefcase model, in brassy copper orange, she opened suitcase Number 11 to reveal 5 dollars inside which the video titled, Meghan Markle Has the Case Deal or No Deal Game Show Network on YouTube details, years before she accompanied her playbook bunkmate to the ESPYs as he accepted an award honoring a fallen 9/11 hero.

She was cast in a wedding day prank, procreated with the contract holder, and deceived youths with the intentional spread of inaccurate information about race, gender inequality, and cyber bullying that she’s never been subjected to. H & Birthmark: You’re a psycho and she’s nowhere near a Cleopatra Malala Yousafzai.

Meanwhile, my female rights are gone and her captor husband says he wants to live in my attic. A reference I’ve learned is not about a cathedral roof hideaway, but the anatomy of a persecuted 15-year-old girl.

Grieving parents deserve more than implementing Flip and Frogmore Cottage as Mad Hatter tea techniques to denote that she’s the wrong milady.

Kids feel bad for someone. Guess who?

In Harry code, Rachel means: Rape-U-1st.

Divorce.

Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, at 9:02 am, in a Ryder rental truck, bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995, killing 168 people because of Royal Pedophilia, Incorporated.

Tyler Hilinski—Quarterback at Washington State University was found with a gunshot wound to the head and a suicide note. 21-years-old. Four months before their wedding.

Jason Hairston—NFL player; founder and CEO of Kuiu, a hunting gear company. He was Department of the Interior liaison for hunting groups during the Trump administration. He killed himself at his home in Dixon, California. Four months after their wedding.

Jonathan Cantwell—Australian professional road bicycle racer; won a stage of the Herald Sun Tour and two stages of the Tour de Taiwan. He killed himself six months after their wedding.

Morgan Rodgers—lacrosse player at Duke University. Her mom, Dona, said she suffered a dream-shattering knee injury and on July 11, 2019, Morgan died by suicide. At 22.

Pavle Jovanovic—Olympian on the USA Bobsled team. He became a welder and hung himself in his metal shop on May 3, 2020.

Dieter Brummer—Australian actor on the soap operas, Home and Away and Neighbours. He killed himself in Glenhaven, New South Wales. July 24, 2021.

Terrence Butler—basketball star at Drexel University, studying Engineering. The 6-foot-7 forward from Prince George’s County, Maryland died by suicide on August 2, 2023.

Alec Musser—model and actor; played the role of Del Henry on All My Children. He died by self-inflicted gunshot wound in his Del Mar, California home on January 12, 2024.

K

[lavelled]

household mismanagement.

Team Megrez. Redundant press and the order of things: No. The f-word. Flip? Do you glance at that expensive diploma next to your desk and wonder where it all went wrong, yeah me neither. Your escorting swindler is being escorted toward the trash decor like a stuntperson with road rash. It was a fabricated marriage. For Harry, it was an heir and put-up-your-dukes. For her, it was an A-list byline on front pages. It’s been six plus years. She’s California private secretary to a British sex letch, cashing in on my entrapment, made possible by her numerically uneven in-laws, whom she was acquainted, gaining clout and babies she could’ve had without the devil’s sex. Classic Hank and Megs.

The 2011 movie, Horrible Bosses. Murdle plays Jamie, a FedEx employee. Google her one scene. In such spare dialogue, we learn that she knew the code of way too cute, high priority, penises in boxes, and signatures. Did chatterbox put that in her many Parliamentary speeches: that she was aware she married Harry Windsor, FedEx President, cause of schoolzone shootings and suicides?

Their American Apple Orchard venture that Harry is masterminding? It’s Adam Eve firsties. I’m on record declining. Her magnetically-linked company and jargon advertise my RAPE.

I want a public divorce.

Bow out.

It’s a modicum of justice for the deceased and, in the process, a worldly rejection as an adult with children like I’ve felt for thirty years, alone, childless.

It gets her away from a princess’s memory.

Speaking of, this 2020 book, The White Ship: Conquest, Anarchy and the Wrecking of Henry I’s Dream by Earl and author, Charles Spencer. The real shipwreck story behind one of the greatest disasters England has ever suffered. Uncle and nephew are not particularly close then?

Pavel Pergl—Czech footballer for the Preston North End Football Club. He hung himself in his flat in Magdeburg, Germany, leaving behind a 1-year-old daughter. 18 days before her wedding.

Amy Jayne Dolly Everett—14-year-old child model born in Katherine, Australia killed herself in Queensland. Four months before their wedding. She told parents she was tormented on the web.

In Scottsdale, 12 days after their wedding, six people shot—including Steven Pitt, prominent psychiatrist who worked on the Columbine High School Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold terror.

Sam Mehran—American-Australian musician; founded the punk band, Test Icicles; wordplay I can only dream of. He died by suicide at his home in Hollywood, two months after her wedding.

Ellen Joyce Loo—Canadian-born Hong Kong singer; founder of the folk-rock band, at17. Won Golden Melody Award. Jumped to her death in Happy Valley, three months after the wedding.

Evan Hansen—All-Conference linebacker and captain for the Wabash College football team in Indiana. Four months after her wedding, he committed suicide. His jersey number was 32.

Kelly Ann Catlin—champion cyclist; Silver Medalist at the 2016 Summer Olympics. A grad student of Computational Mathematics at Stanford when she committed suicide at 23-years-old.

Kelly Fraser—Inuit-Canadian and Juno Award-nominated singer known for her cover of Rhianna’s “Diamonds,” titled Diamonds In Inuktitut Taimantitut. A Kickstarter was set up for her new album when she committed suicide in Winnipeg, Manitoba on Christmas Eve, 2019.

Lauren Elizabeth Bernett—softball catcher at James Madison University, majoring in bio and veterinary med. She appeared in movies and on Greeting cards. Suicide in Harrisonburg, Virginia. At 20.

Kathryn Diane Meyer—soccer player, goalkeeper, captain of the soccer team at Stanford. She took her life in Crothers Hall at 22 after defending a teammate from unwanted advances. Her jersey number 19 is carved in a tree at Borchard Park in Newbury Park.

A Kenyan tour? No. School fires. Olympic marathoner, Rebecca Cheptegei, just died. Her beau, Dickson Ndiema, set her on fire a la Joan of Arc.

A respite to Portugal? No. That’s my Afonso, Prince of Beira. I think he’s a matador because he’s often next to swords. Greece? No. That’s my goodly godly, Prince Constantine-Alexios. Or Tino, as you know.

Divorce.

K

[lavelled]

matching holding patterns.

Quick news blog. Princess Kate is noncancerous. Prince Harry, living in the UK, posted on Truth Social “Powerfulnnz” hoping it’d distract, not realizing he only gets one covfefe. Oh. And David Foster, the record producer, who wrote songs for Celine Dion, Chicago, Michael Jackson, and Whitney Houston has got to be telling Tom: “this fucking guy.”

I googled your Megrez jewelry in looping downtime. Besides the obedient tiaras, she’s worn symbolic necklaces engraved with the initials H and A. I hear you ask: Harry and firstborn? It’s a straightforward threat to Tom with baubles and, for me, an anatomy no-no. Kismet couple.

TEAM H&M: Glad you could join us. I quite understand your backsies flipsies and the highly pretentious “brand” act in the press, paternally speaking. I also get that her co-signed misogyny generates revenue for you. Your client is reinventing herself as a gracious homemaker with her devoted British prince, despite the overseas prince being high-tech famous in sexual assaulting pedophilic circles. I’ll make it clearer to you. Her Hallmark movie, When Sparks Fly, has a co-star: Hank Lyons. Aware of his marital rape clause, she is unified next to diapers; exploited her wheelchaired sister to push Harry’s agenda; and is covered in chokers and an NDA muzzle.

The flipping is off-kilter and widdle old.

Women know she’s not a role model and are hurting themselves.

Girls like Lucy-Bleu Knight, daughter of Meegan Hodges.

I want a public divorce first.

A YouTube video titled: Prince Harry (funny roast) Royal Variety Performance. 2015. I say with confidence that it is a suited excuse for Prince Rape to point heavenward at mark 4:26 and to grin at Risky Business, theft, and razors.

Oksana Shachko—Ukrainian artist and activist; feminist and founder of protest group, Femen. The group stood up to rape and the sexual exploitation of Ukrainian women and demanded the release of political prisoners. Her activism paved the way for the term, Sextremism. A painting prodigy, she moved to Paris. July 23, 2018, two months after your wedding, she hung herself.

Ellie Soutter—British snowboarder. She won a Bronze Medal representing Great Britain at the 2017 European Youth Olympic Winter Festival in the snowboard cross. On her 18th birthday, she committed suicide in Les Gets, Haute-Savoie, France. Two months after your wedding.

Maggy Biskupski—French police officer and president of Mobilisation des policiers en colère. Or, the Angry Police Movement. At 36, she focused on anti-cop hate and eradicating cases of internal suicides. Six months after your botched wedding, she shot herself with her service weapon in Carrières-sous-Poissy, France.

Desmond Daniel Amofah—online as Etika; YouTuber and live streamer, posted videos on gaming and his reactions to games and trailers for Super Smash Bros. 1 million subscribers. His Insta page, 9999999999999999999, has over 300K followers. He went missing June 19, 2019, almost exactly one year to your wedding; his body was pulled from the East River NYC; suicide.

Ekaterina Dmitriyevna Alexandrovskaya—Russian-Australian skater; 2018 US International Figure Skating Classic Bronze Medalist and a two-time Australian national champion. Her skating partner was Harley Windsor. July 18, 2020, she jumped out of the 6th floor of her Moscow apt. At 20 years old. Her suicide note said: Lyublyu. Love you, in Russian. Flip it.

Olivia Rose Podmore—NZ racing cyclist; competed in the 2016 Summer Olympics and the 2018 Commonwealth Games. She committed suicide on August 9, 2021. Her last social media post was: “When you don’t meet society’s expectations such as owning a house, marriage, kids, all because you’re trying to give everything to your sport is unlike any other.”

Books published at the same time as your imitation wedding: The Cruel Prince by Holly Black, A Spark of Light by Jodi Picoult, and rising star, Michelle Obama, with her book, Becoming.

But wait. Spain for a royal tour? No. That’s my Felipe VI. He’s a lowly towering 6’6 King and Captain General. Watching closely, through Leonor, his formidable daughter’s press.

Divorce.

K

[lavelled]

how it dwells.

I’m used to celebrities giving a subtle nod to my predicament, but never has an actor become internationally famous for acting, in feminist terms, like a megawatted asshole.

Team Rachel 623: Your pearl-clutching, hospital-corner, sorority-hazing client must be numb to morality. This is some sick cruel stuff. I had a cousin share personal items without knowledge or consent. And share he did. This is worse. Is the rental accomplice just passing through? I think I can writerly outrun you.

She and her Team have benefitted from a decades-old wellspring imprisonment, pushed their climber toward even more notoriety with a regal marriage to none other than enemy number one, allowed disturbingly theatrical speeches on ivory tower racism and hardship, both of which are untrue and unladylike, and showed contentment only for professional births and payday.

Her Hallmark movie, Dater’s Handbook. The title alone. 8. Jail. Booked. Oh, the lucky break of forging career mileage in code fluency. I don’t understand the decision, as a 40-something, to do the flippity flipping flipsters act, yet has sex with the ghost of the rapey man who stole my life, gets wedded to him, does rockstar crowd greets and magazine covers, accepts awards, and has his babies.

This isn’t a job. It’s life.

And her lying evil husband took away my life choices.

Two women with integrity: Chelsy Davy and Cressida Bonas. I’m sure they’re beholden to royal NDA laws. However, their marriages expose your perverse nefarious intentions, their link to a distanced British girl, and how the ending should go.

By and large, the approximation of tragedy is fueled by your family and your wife. From stabbings in Solingen, Germany to NYPD officer, Gregory Purvis, shooting himself last week.

XXXTentacion—the rapper and writer was fatally shot in the Riva Motorsports parking lot in Deerfield Beach, FL. Almost exactly one month after your wedding. June 18, 2018. His debut album was titled 17. He was 20 years old. His little brother, 13, is Aiden Kerr.

Denis Yurievich Ten—the Kazakhstani figure skater and 2014 Olympic Bronze Medalist was stabbed to death in July 2018. Two months after your wedding. Middle name sounds like You’re Rich. He skated beautifully to Gene Kelly’s Singin’ in the Rain at the 2013 Worlds. He was 25.

Yountville Veterans Home—a residential treatment facility for brain injured post-9/11 veterans in California. The gunman, Albert Wong, a former patient, fatally shot three female health workers and then himself. March 9, 2018. Two months before your wedding.

Parkland High School Shooting—happened on Valentine’s Day. February 14, 2018. Three months before your wedding. Seventeen students were killed that day. Ages range from 14-17. The perpetrator was Nikolas Jacob Cruz. Cruz told a psychologist that he committed the shooting on Valentine’s Day because he believed that no one loved him and thus wanted to ruin that day.

Steve Bing—Hollywood financier, founder of Shangri-La Entertainment and Shangri-La Music; produced The Polar Express starring Tom Hanks. On June 22, 2020, he jumped to his death from the 27th floor of the Ten Thousand Building in LA. He said he couldn’t take the lack of human contact during quarantine.

Four students from the University of Idaho were all stabbed to death at their home on King Road in Moscow, Idaho. November 13, 2022. Victims: Kaylee Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Xana Kernodle, and Ethan Chapin.

What country can you guys get kicked out of next? Denmark? No. That’s my King Frederik X. Norway? No. That’s my Marius Borg.

The scripted controversy over a Blackamoor brooch in 2017. Google it. I detect an unavoidable Sicilian reference and a concession in there. However, it’s also Harold trying to reinforce marked minor territory, which was collaborated together—despite real hate crimes and a known rape-bed desire—by her team.

As long as Rachel and Harry live better lives than most, including myself, getting richer with no public divorce, they will be flanked by critiques on why the world should tell them to go away.

Hope you had fun; she’s the last woman you’ll touch.

K

[lavelled]

lightstruck liars.

Your response to people suffering was to glitch a website, manipulate recorded audio, and underplay significant matters. This isn’t My Rejected Boyfriend Diary.

I caught you as the 911 jailer; caught you in law guy suit mode, scamming fans and news reporters; living alone in the UK; and rapey soul-baring through stitcher thread.

How was Colombia?

Between staged projects, oh god, did your wife lecture in bogus platitudes her experience with systemic racism? The dollar-signed, stork-wed couple embraced children who at fifteen will learn my story and how they got double rat hugged and will need talking down from a cliff.

You use a surname that, in print, sends a violent message to a man who didn’t want me cut off or shut away for decades. In return, for her team, you generate personal and lifestyle reinvention for status-seeking profit. Umm. No. A televised Californian of mature years, ex-husband with my birthdate, knows my dinosaur-inked story, what a family did to me, and what would unfold with a plagued wedding. I’m in decades-old, unconsenting, rapey pedo limbo, reading obituaries of youngsters, Moms and Dads, go through with hurting themselves.

No one recovers from reading child deaths. But her ornamental coupling is special. I’m sure loved ones, in emotional shambles, will appreciate that it was all to zing a movie star on opposite day. I was in Twitter glass when I observed the trending of a chat between social activist, Gloria Steinem and your disingenuous spouse. Her wedding had a mattress tag and a first dibs toast.

And heirs. Confirming the exclusionary, not to mention seedy, coupling. As you put it, in neon, on your sentimentally romantic and visual account: The Matrix has you. An ode to Hollywood, apparently, and the lack of autonomy given to a tiny girl. Your partnership drives people to fatality. Peter Alexander Beckett from Carmarthenshire, Wales, just hours before going on stage, hung himself. One month prior to your wedding.

We lifted scratchy leashing for Archillect, Murat Pak, you know the rest. On Twitter, Harry is actress, Kat Dennings. In 2022, he posted: “I am unwell. Oh no, I think I love WWE.” Might look innocuous. Harry Wales is declaring himself a ringmaster. Because a youth-obsessed married nomadic masterful rapey pedophile textually going after athletes who could shut down his blood flow, oxygen supply, and cause serious physical harm is smart. That’s why it’s deleted.

YouTube video on the Prince’s Trust channel—Prince William, Prince Harry & The Prince of Wales Interview with Ant and Dec. A 2006 interview with the serpent trio on supporting unknown artists with grants and self-esteem, not kidnapping and trouncing on them, which is my royal experience. At 4:37, Prince Greenwell (a repetitive colour scheme) says his favorite show. “FRIENDS is always a safe bet.” Six words. Eliciting a chuckle. Palms touching.

Not her: The lifelong refrain.

Keeping me at bay, as royals, was a perilous idea.

My lovely friends disapproving, to an extreme degree, the actions of princes.

Kushal Punjabi—dancer-choreographer, from the musical, Andaaz, he won the reality game show, Zor Ka Jhatka, India’s Wipeout, the physical obstacle course, edging out 28 contestants. He hung himself at home in Bandra West, Mumbai. December 2019. He has a son, Kian.

Sejal Sharma—known for her role of Simmy Khosla in the show Dil Toh Happy Hai Ji, about a free-spirited girl named Happy Mehra. She was auditioning for lead roles when she hung herself in her flat at Royal Nest in Mira Road East, Mumbai. January 24, 2020. She was 27.

Vaishali Takkar—tv actress, best known for the popular Hindi series, Super Sisters, a show about close siblings and their super powers. The show is available on YouTube and has millions of views. Her Insta page has over 500K followers. She took her life on October 15, 2022.

Former air hostess of Qatar Airways turned Bollywood actor, Noor Malabika—hung herself in her Lokhandwala, Mumbai flat a few months ago. June 10, 2024. Her body was decomposed. Friends identified her by the crown tattoo on her wrist and her name underneath.

K

[lavelled]

the halfwit couplet. 

The crux of it was inhumane tragedy, racial falsehoods from a saleswoman, and you mocking bullied young victims on the Internet through your own unchecked print and digital campaign.

“X Confirms It’s Moving Out of San Francisco.” Ah. You’re denying me cable cars or you’re referencing Alcatraz Island. I’m good. I’ve got Nicolas Cage.

What seems to be happening is a professional-failure of a prince is toying with sympathetic members of the public over a painful and deadly disease known as cancer that, Kate, a princess, does not have so he can claim sexual first-ness with a woman who says no. “Continues to battle” is tied canopy bedding.

A news quip signifying nothing on counterfeit spouse’s sister. You should know that in his fused code: half-sibling means half. Of 8. Four. Harry had Samantha be photographed hand-delivering a sealed letter outside Kensington after his blowhard wedding. Google it. A wheelchaired reminder that after decades, not a burden lifted, a hermetic life was still immobile and childless.

Days of Thunder. The actors play assigned roles in whistling arrow flight. Robert Duvall plays Harry Hogge. English actor, Cary Elwes, plays Russ Wheeler. J.C. Quinn plays Waddell. Randy Quaid is Tim Daland. The Wales’ pedophilia is well-driven in turbo banked curves on a track. I was sixteen at filming. Your dad views little girls as melty fresh-snow lovers. Actor J. C. Quinn died in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, which are his initials and in no way means anything in the worst possible ways.

AP Archive YouTube video: UK: PRINCE WILLIAM & PRINCE HARRY AT HIGHGROVE 1999. William drives on gravel in a white car, a red L near the headlight. Alas, K. He’s next to Harry, decked out in green, and they coordinate a synchronized dance where we see nothing but elbows and a ghostgirl of a certain age because love. Charles goes to the middle. Twerp rubs his nose. Stupid, if you ask me. And yeah, red jacket and dual camera gents.

We lifted tech-lord camo for Archillect, Murat Pak, Elon Musk, Piers Morgan, Spencer Morgan, Bill Ackman, and Donald Trump. Morbid wordsmith of: “I’m sad to announce, my father Donald Trump has passed away. I will be running for president in 2024.” Donald Jr’s page. For Tom. Sad is happy. Happy is Harry. Harry is a dead-eyed sociopath, next stop, the asylum, haha, I hate this. I left twitter poolside. He compared poisoned Skittles to refugees (altruism). Junior means jailer.

The world is done with code we’d rather block out, with underage under-priced contracts, your family and wife.

Verne Troyer—comedian and sidekick in Austin Powers and Harry Potter films—suicide. April 21, 2018. One month before your wedding.

Kieron Durkan—English footballer—suicide. At 44-years-old, he was found dead in his car in Wigg Island Park, UK. Three months before your wedding.

Greg Boyed—New Zealand journalist, broadcaster, marathon runner—took his life while on a family holiday in Switzerland. Three months after your wedding.

Kolya Vasin—Russian writer and music historian—jumped from a gallery shopping centre. At the young parkouring age of 73. Three months after your wedding.

Kagney Linn Karter—born Christina Abbey in Harris County, Texas—singer, dancer, porn actress in adult parodies of Silence Of The Lambs and Not Married with Children, which is badass given her chosen name. A few months ago, she shot herself in the mouth with a shotgun.

Duangphet Phromthep—At 13, was Thai captain of that junior football team rescued from a trapped cave in 2018. He won a football scholarship to England. At the Brooke House College Football Academy, he committed suicide. Valentine’s Day. He was 17.

Lee Sun-kyun—Screen Actors Guild Award-winner—best known as the dad in the con-artist thriller, Parasite, thematically about class and society and the rich Park family versus the destitute Kim clan. Lee died by suicide in a car at a park in Seoul, a charcoal briquette in the passenger seat.

Billy Miller—thrice-time Emmy Award-winning actor—traveled to Austin, Texas to commit suicide from a gun to the head. Last year. September 15. He guest starred on Suits as MARCUS.

K

[lavelled]

frenching my athletes.

A stabbing in Southport, Merseyside, United Kingdom, near Sussex Road, left three little girls dead. Please don’t harm children.

Your handiwork, Henri.

Why not blaze a trail like Malcolm X, next to your bedhire wife, whom you don’t live with, and go console the mournful parents by pointing heavenward to declare pedos first and coax them to watch your bullshit interview?

An unasked-for televised event was your Oprah interview. It caused a self-made billionaire and media leader to plead, on air, to be chiseled free. It was where the wife, in scripted speech and zero cyber allowance, taught us that the Internet is the wild, wild, West and oppressive racism permeates on the corner of Lord Privilege Avenue and Barrington Court. Your new interview on online harm was that royal curriculum of sort of admitting yes you’re that leading hunched figure on the Internet posting internal messages of fenced-in childhood rape that spell disaster while your NDA-signed robot, paid to not look at media reports, feigns digital awareness concern. I’m supposed to flip the normal life lies, rat rationality, do-goodness, nope they’re pathologically evil. As if it were so easy.

You advertise Rachel’s homemaker show, for whatever reason, with a nod to rape culture so that even Martha Stewart equals a bowl of soup or starter course to you. You need to stop borrowing Martha’s domestic businesswoman identity. The Executive Summit doesn’t exist. You use repurposed photos to mislead the public. Hamptons is “mattress” and “stamped” and “knotted” toward an unconsenting girl. Your partnered lies result in self-harm and tragedy, but do continue.

Because we’re all so rapt, hemorrhaging sympathy for a life-stealing prince with access to media. One person not buying your shit is model and author, Stephanie Adams, who jumped to her death in NYC on the eve of your vanity wedding. She was holding her young son at the time.

A 2005 AP Archive birthday promotional video: Prince Harry Celebrates 21st Birthday On Thursday. 45 seconds—amidst a prairie grassland barns & noble—you talk of a roll in the hay. Your words: “Probably do something crude. Nothing worth mentioning on camera. We’ve celebrated other guys’ birthdays so far with cards, but, luckily, I think we finish exercise, so we may tuck into a beer or two if we’re lucky.” You’re Charlie demanding, in opposite Irish pro-bono terms, that you’re owed a girl after burying her into the earth. The old brooms that lean on green windows? You are trying to claim first cousin anatomical property in rape-like fashion.

In Xtinction, we’ve lifted digital camouflaging on Archillect, Murat Pak, Elon Musk, Piers Morgan, Spencer Morgan and Bill Ackman. You’re the main Twitterer for miles around. You controlled former President Trump’s page upon a time where you etched the garish: “Despite the constant negative press covfefe.” At 12:06 a.m. A morsel of non-words welded together for Tom.

Another endeavor of yours was tweeting insult-laden mapwork about Haters and Losers.

Loser is the world’s biggest action star who performs his own mountainside and flying stunts.

Hate means implicit cruelty and other trappings, but mostly girl-owner (philanthropist). You rearrange letters in Cheat. In 2003, you tried to play victim by pointing a finger or foot at an uncle jailer, wearing painted artistic bloodstains. Though, you’ve been presiding judge. Google: Prince Won’t Face 2nd Probe on Cheating Claims—NBC News.

Hate means 8. You linked, chained, harnessed, handcuffed my star cult. No small matter, it’s just the cult is being killed off by your wife and family. Evan Wright, Rolling Stone reporter and author of Generation Kill, which was a tv series. Suicide. Gun to the head. July 12, 2024. British fashion designer, Alexander McQueen. Suicide. February 11, 2010. Green Street, London.

You tweeted this gleaming passage: “I would like to extend my best wishes to all, even the haters and losers, on this special date, September 11.” That’s one way to use the World Trade Center inferno to tell America, the military, all humanity of your 911 policing job.

Smart.

K