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If there was one thing I had hoped for over the weekend, it was that young Princess Charlotte went on a date.

Where did the suitor take her, the adult epicenter known as Build-A-Bear Workshop? Oh wait. William and her grandfather, King Charles, who she’s unfortunately named after, have her relegated to only socialize and copulate with men they approve of through groin inspection and a royalty payout. You’re helping Charlotte, largely bypassing those critical things like choice, freedom, partnership, happiness, human contact, and body autonomy, lifting the burden of matchmaking services. I hear dating app convos and who initiates them can be the trickiest part of being single. That and coercion.

I detect the self-purging of certain Twitter accounts and standalone tweets. The Twitter CEO would have to do that at a microscopic level and he’s too preoccupied with upholding a specific reputation through the labor of his press releases. You see a pattern of hypocrisy and go, how can well-established people slide alongside them on the red carpet in decade 4? Interview him. Publish his memoirs. Produce his films. Keep him employed when he’s feces and boiling blood.

To past and present Twitter CEOs and Board of Directors and general counsel, Jack Dorsey, Noah Glass, Noah Vihinen, Evan Williams, Richard William Costolo, Parag Agrawal, Omid Kordestani, Peter Currie, Patrick Pichette, Bret Taylor, Ned Segal, Sherwin Baghai, Leslie Berland, Sean Edgett, Dan Davydov, Larry Ellison, Vijaya Gadde, Marcela Benitez Reyes, the firm Union Square Ventures and Andreessen Horowitz, Linda Yaccarino, Renee Atwood, Numazer Pavri, Keith Coleman, Matt Derella, Kristin Binns, Renato Leite Monteiro, Alex Josephson, Jenner Balagot, Ged Tarpey, Yoel Roth, Sarah Personette and, of course, Isaac Biz Stone:

Hi. According to my research, which merely consisted of looking at birdlike social ills written in the English language published somewhere between the dates of anatomy and sexuality, your social media company, Twitter Inc., is filled with derogatory language pertaining to underage promiscuity, bestiality, horniness, whoreness, sniper fire, assassination and stabbing a friend in her vag repeatedly. In other words, I’m alleging claims of criminal conduct on your website by fleshrat, Prince Harry Mountbatten-Windsor, your CEO.

One hardly expects to log in and be greeted by a virtual slaughterhouse in warring trench poetry toward you and your sisters in close-enough representation (enhanced) that is broadcasted to the world for visitors to glance at that isn’t warranted for someone already too famous, for kids to get mad at, and for CEO profit. Prince Harry makes references to me and my sisters in what he calls loctober, knowing all too well that his uploading and etching lead to the onset of survivor’s guilt and suicide through persistent hostility, thanks to a nongoverning Board of Directors.

You don’t even need meaningful examination of the website. The crude stimulus is right there in parental and youth view, authored by your self-described PhDog.

Don’t worry, you can still cling to your willful ignorance and put in your earbuds. Sometime read the comical sentiments that fetishize a Cruise murder and then receive a literary education on how one man through mechanical grunts and growls, for years, across several websites, was able to depict one woman as a contradiction of stripped-down, hanging crucified, priestess of middle-aged whoring Lolita purity. Prince Harry, with his editor dashboard, has worked there too long. That brings me to another higher-up. My actorly ex. Isaac. Biz. Whatcha doing, Sebastian?

I’d really like to know if you were aware that he had installed twittering spy-cam on my devices. The show, Silicon Valley, got close to the truth of pinpointing his voyeurism, but it was the movie, Parasite, that inched closest to revealing encoding capabilities. Ours was a morse code of messaging through blocking and unblocking Harryesque accounts like switching off and on the lights. It became evident that he could see the unpublished words or phrases like passed notes in class. Truth be told, I wasted a lot of skillful alliteration. How could I have known that the maniac deliberately stalling all my hopes and dreams was the same person spying on my life in shambles, offering me false fellowship and comfort among an angry society in decline while I watched a never-ending loop of tours and social functions with him continually being perceived as gent and hero?

It’s topsy-turvy, exploitive, and possessive.

Conspicuously absent was my ex. Biz. I’ve only ever called you Isaac and not your buzzy nomenclature. Though, it does pair nicely with being a cinematic Clara Bow from olden days. He refers to you as Bizarch Consult1, a leading management consulting firm in Nigeria. Sounds legit. Bizcutz. Bizkutz. xNoMoBiscuitsx. Bizzleslitty. Bzek101. BizzyCrook. Isaacisabitch. Isaac Bilitz. IsaacDexter. IsaacLyDuckz, IsaacKnox. IzzyStone. Isaac Likekele. Isaac Lindsey. Senior Isaac Ericksen. Isaac Welch. Isaak Wells. IsaacClayton. Iztea. Elixstone. StitchBiz. Stitch Buzz. BizBash, which, yes, is a real network of industry professionals, but the fact that there are multitudes of accounts aboard Twitter leads me to believe that it’s not a misreading and that it’s you and Tom and a gash from the ever-classy Prince. Correct me if I’m wrong as it was a Hundred Years’ War ago, but I remember talking and writing about The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and my obsession with that masterpiece and its magical realism. At no point, however, did I informally mention that I wished for a website that could take the likeness of me and my sisters and turn us into target practice cardboard cutouts. I would have remembered that. The material that he borrows (steals) is from the unsuspecting public, which makes it seem like Twitter attracts more accounts and users than they actually do because it’s just him lifting photos from other sites without permission and affixing revenge-streaked names on them—an underhanded business acumen. NDA protections, I thought, meant confidentiality where I’m concerned and I didn’t know he could undermine contracts by spying or directly communicating with me or engage in idiotic written exchanges about his hired wife being a trendy slut.

As that technological maxim goes: what the fuck?

In case you downplay my concerns as melodrama, here are instances of your CEO, the avenging crackpot, slicing Tom Cruise and me on the wild region of Twitter where you can oversee him at any time. Prince Harry’s boyish knife porn fantasies, which are not a thing, ever, at all: HatchyArt, SharpyHarpy, Stablix, StableDavis, Stabyourself, InappropriatelyStabby, Knifegogo, WifeKnife, KnifeSpitter, KnifeSlip, KnifeCenter, CrackCancer1, CrackSniffer, CrysKnife, Hackgirl Club, BladeoftheSun, Blade Lust, Swordcrossed, RomeoBlade, Razorblade Romance, BuffyBlade, BladeRide, Bladerider, Blade Train, BladeBanditPro, BladeSteezy, NicoBlade, Nico STAB, NicosTab, EASTCUT, Keira Bloodheart which could be anybody, Blood Raw AKA, Spearatics, SpikedKnives, Sunshine Stabwound, TheVagentlemen, Woodasavage, KidsKubed, Bedroom Kandi, Knife or Daniel, baconblade, knifefucker, knifesucker, knifesurfer, Feral Fawcett (pedophile lineage) and his own coded sentences from scratch: i hate this fucking knife so much, why is all this sympathy a fucking knife, the girl who fucks knives, kittyhouseknife, did sucking dick make you this retarded, what is a knife if not an emergency dildo.

Anyone want to give Prince Harry Mountbatten-Windsor the Pulitzer Prize for achievements in journalism, arts and letters? The Ernst & Young Entrepreneur of the Year Award in hysterical irony? How about another NAACP Image Award to Harry & Meghan like you did in 2022?

Perhaps less obvious is the chain reaction to his nuanced monologues, messaging, appeals and threats in decade 4. I’m writing, of course, about murder and suicide. On September 24 of this year, in Austin Texas, Youree Kang, 34, stabbed his wife, Hannah Kang, to death and then killed himself. She was only 25. His last social media post, a day before the killing was: “I’m terrified of what’s going to happen to me because everyone is instilling fear in me. I can never give her her precious life back.” To the credit of People Magazine, they devoted an article on it, re-printing the circumcision of intimate language because every coarse word from the husband is characteristically identifiable as Henry Windsor. Here: https://people.com/austin-murder-suicide-youree-hannah-kang-concerning-facebook-posts-8721803

How’s the carousel of apathy within Twitter’s Board of Directors over the shooting at the Abundant Life Christian School in Madison, Wisconsin this week by 15 year-old shooter, Natalie Samantha Rupnow? She had an interest in online forums that promote neo-Nazi ideology and neo-Nazi violence. Harry famously wore an armband symbol of hate to a birthday party in 2005. At 40-years-old, his decorum is still old-school, using a Twitter account called MaziNews. I don’t post uppercase shouting, racism, violent cartoons, manipulated military instruction, daring stunts, sexual mischief, half-zipped photographs, GIFs or flashy videos depicting little boys and girls, physical violence or mental anguish; Harry does. The niche marketing of Twitter in Harry’s control is to instigate teens and young people who have a media fixation—drawn towards his avenging ideas, his unjustifiable aggression and predator-prey desires—and to force physical confrontations so that Tom appears evil.

Twitter has become an algorithmic self-promotion catalogue for Harry’s propagandized marriage, his revenge against a movie star, and his erotic-chaste defense for stabbing someone repeatedly. Is that company policy in alignment with your ideals, Biz? Good to know. I don’t think employees or bosses elsewhere are encouraged to fulfill their crusades of vengeful extermination in their cubicles or at their cash registers.

In the parlance of visual and literary projection from the not-me innocent nobleman, Prince Harry reveals himself in a common aesthetic. This was never the intention for Twitter, to integrate a personal vendetta of British royalty as full subjecthood. Your baton-tossing remarried elderly Father should’ve advised you to bow out a long time ago. A few splayed out accounts that he opened with strangers’ profile pictures that he stole from other websites in an homage to Bring Your Dad to Work Day: ChucksBasement. CharlesCarson. CharlesFucker. FuckerCharles. CharlieJHiscock. CharlieCoks. CharlieSneako. CharlieFrost. CharliePed1. ChxrlieGold. CharlieKillen. CharlieGilkey. Charliethend. CharliePryor. CharlieKillron. CharlesVeveer. CharlesSchott. CharlesJonas. CharlesRyder. Chucky238. CharlesVaneker. CharlesCalvin. Chuckie Fick. CharlesKevinHod. CharlesWeber. CharlesVoon. CharlesVagner. CharlesVatinel. CharlesVoort. Chucksters. Chuckawuck. Chuckychuckdgaf. ChuckyIsReal. Chuckie56454302. Charles Wing. Charles K. Wing. Charles Wung. CharredKing. DKingsDaughter. TheKingsDaughter. ObengKing. CharCubedRedux. DaddyBackwood. DaddyChaser4U. Daddydick4U. Daddychuck50. Chuck E Chuckson. TheCharlyGirl. xKingCharles. Chuckles Mcknuckles. RoyalKraken. KiingCHAOS. XxKiingCHAOSxX. On wide-ranging twitter pages dedicated to his 76 year-old father, Prince Harry writes like the clean-living, happily-married, boy scout he never was: Hole-fucking is great fun. Glory hole madness. Fresh boy milk. Cock full of protein. If you’re my real friend you’ll fuck my girl. These daughters have made us proud.

It is at the point at which even topics as politics and celebrity; character and education, have an aura of sickness. His coded illegible words are not inked on the inside of a teacup. He incites that small world of people that don’t agree with him, which is everyone. On November 1st of this year, a New York mother, Chianti Means, 33, crossed over a safety guard rail and intentionally went over Niagara Falls, killing herself, along with her two extremely young children, a 9 year-old and a 5-month-old. Chianti is an Italian red wine and it means something extra indelicate in Henry Windsor code. Twitter, the company, its chief financial officers, and Twitter executives, care only about economic mobility and not the nobility who is to blame for murder and suicide.

To witness you call out the actors, TJ Miller and Jared Leto to the general public isn’t fun. In wildly inappropriate language, you’ve accused them both of everything from on-set bullying to being full-blown perverts to sexual assaulting. Why? Why them? One is an Oscar winner who sings in Thirty Seconds to Mars. You’ll never be invited to the Oscars, let alone devote such elevated commitment to a movie role worthy enough to receive one. The other is a Silicon—Ah. The smart television show about highflying tech programmers. Revealing some of your secrets. Then, after a lightning-quick groupthink, another reason for TJ: betting pool says it’s the man you’ve hated since Trudeau o’clock. Not a superhero storyline fan? So ruin the career of his costar with rapey stuff. Makes sense. TJ was absent in the recent Deadpool & Wolverine film, I’m guessing, because of troubling allegations. I have screengrabs.

I couldn’t help but notice your crotch-out 2024 Holiday card in the soft, mocking tones of I want to fucking hurt you. Feliz Navidad. The rollicking supervised foursome doesn’t live together in Montecito, California. Fake humanitarian poses, even one from a bedridden position. The card suits you both. Surprised you settled on her stage name and not something from the affectionate wifey department at Twitter like MeghanComstock, MedievalWhore, MediocreSlut, AFairySlut, Slutchess, Duchess Gummybuns, ThighJob, or H4rrysWhore.

You’re divorced from real life. I want you publicly divorced and internally downgraded at Twitter.

Her deleted Insta.

A koffee tin of somebody hounded and ruined by her husband but who; Crate & Barrel & Leashes; one year before she’d date him:

But did his own wife know of saw-cut plans; Long Story Short: yes. Meghan’s theater of sharp curation:

Newspaper clippings, a Dr. Zeus book title:

Crumbly bread:

Bundled wooden cutting board:

Schoolboy’s belt shield, my digitized circle but a real Getty Image, googleable:

I can’t believe I have to say this: Stop sexualizing your 9 year-old niece; he’s tagging her private parts:

Seven-year-old Charlotte yawning; her Uncle types it so that users interpret it as oral sex, with nearby George’s cupped hands:

The Windsor Family has been sexualizing me and my sisters via the media for four decades now.

The menses cycle of print right back atcha:

Why did you delete this? The infantry at Twitter has been useless; Uncle Harry is Princess Charlotte’s flesh peddler; she’s 9:

Teen Voguing, one day before the royal Bonnie and Clyde wedding:

Their own Archewell Production company and Boardwalk Pictures make real-life horseback films about a young girl’s rape, the firstly POLO doc:

I was sixteen when they made the film, Pretty Woman, but the happy couple already know that:

Harry’s filmmaking skills to good use, it must have been love:

Violence against my archaic ex-boyfriend and Twitter co-founder:

How can I be sure it’s a violent, feuding Prince Harry and a blond Isaac; knife and rape threats, Biz, knife and rape:

Harry's take on my so-called lie; Jared’s not a pedophile:

On Jared’s official account, Harry’s death threats the year his award-winning film, Dallas Buyers Club, was released:

Still threatening and defaming in 2022 over an underage girl:

TJ’s not a pedophile; Harry’s pied piper flute notes of wanting Sicilian too-young sex; his voyeurism on "Silicon Valley" —https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lzI8rQG7Kw

One month after his Bonnie and Clyde wedding, I guess Prince Harry writes a fitting eulogy on TJ’s twitter page:

Harry as spiteful, vexed non-artist:

Numbskull Harry’s raw vengeance in Disney skeletal structure:

Feminine-pool, Ryan adjacent:

Cannes opener of rape trash talk, one day before his wedding:

Steak knife thrust:

21 jump cut; bee sting is Harry’s:

Goading Twitter users with his bubbly confession that causes family murder-suicide over waterfalls:

When it’s a quasi-governmental tweet, it’s still racist, rapist, and personal; a Britannica gent:

One is a violently gimmicked pedophile who wants to enact a rape proxy whilst in a matrimonial business plan; the other is Tom Cruise:

Divorce.

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lavelled · 10 days ago

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I read that President Barack Obama headlined the Obama Foundation 2024 Democracy Forum in Chicago over the weekend, inspiring new leaders and positive change with his classic elocution to urge people not to abandon their convictions but welcome diverse opinions across party lines. I’m more interested in why President Obama didn’t invite a prince of excellence, a living genius.

Why didn’t he invite Harry? September 11? Sandy Hook? Rape decades? Alan Bennett Krueger? Alan, an esteemed labor economist and Harvard grad, advised two presidents and served in the Obama administration as an assistant secretary of the Treasury for Economic Policy from 2009 to 2010 and was the 27th chair of the White House Council of Economic Advisers from 2011 to 2013. He devoted much of his research to the impact of a minimum wage, arguing that it should be higher and that it wouldn’t slow hiring or productivity. He was listed in the 50 highest ranked economists in the world, received accolades and awards and was a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. On March 16, 2019, at 58 years-old, he killed himself in Princeton, New Jersey, leaving behind a wife and two children.

To past and present Twitter CEOs and Board of Directors and general counsel, Jack Dorsey, Evan Williams, Richard William Costolo, Parag Agrawal, Omid Kordestani, Patrick Pichette, Bret Taylor, Ned Segal, Leslie Berland, Sean Edgett, Vijaya Gadde, the firm Union Square Ventures and others:

Hi. Twitter is the cryptowinter of my discontent. Your social networking site was once described by someone within as, “It’s almost a teenager. And it’s not a very healthy teenager. It says mean things. It attacks women and people of color.” That’s not accurate in December 2024. That, I’m using air quotes, quotable is mild badmouthing from a compliant convent worker who stumbled upon one quiet mouse in the church darkness and said nothing, almost happily. Your news service has become a non-vital mud-cooler paddling cesspool of underage female genital mutilation, or FGM, for short. The highly touted social strategy of Twitter by fleshbot Prince Harry Windsor is extracted from the razzmatazz it takes to somehow rape-fuck a sleeping, unconscious tween with a doily dildo in the shape of a knife. Is that codespeak enough for you? In a castle cubicle is your CEO, typing kink friendly, not kid-friendly, declarations of chop and peel with absolute authority.

I get how an entire work team could miss the dirtied coal mine Xymposium wasteland graphics. Twitter is the guillotine of baroque art. There needs to be a demotion. Vocal protest. Punishment. Or is vagina hacking something that Twitter investors prefer on their gilded masthead? Take for instance his one-way conversations, for the purpose of riling up Twitter users by calling them entitled with audacity meaning they are tied and leashed, is always of pedophilia output and goes something like this: “How old are you?” His reply to his own question: “I’m teen sex old.” His favorite phrase, possibly in his rape memoir, is “slut me out.” He truly distinguishes himself by admitting that he’s into “mixen business” and his sexuality is “eating a lollipop.” He is a self-described mastertwat who incriminates himself most of the time by writing in Old English. Ironic since his quill stays dipped below female legal age.

The freewheeling constellations of rape-legitimizing accounts where he feasts on the violent end of Tom Cruise and I are not muted, privatized or even deleted, so resources—humans, that’s you people—can eavesdrop on him at any time and invoke disciplinary corrective action to protect the domain where policymakers rely on the dissemination of international affairs. His canvas cutlery ranges from cat herding to a tomato-flavoured hatchet. Nobody at Twitter says anything. The English gentleman writes: HairyCutter, Prince Chopstixxx, The Hacksmith, PornKunt, UnrulyPorn, RickUncut, ZenThornPorn, ZenGrey, tweenhearts, goblinz, Sk5teBlade, release the fuckcut, Fuck Cut Calling Me So Early Fo, Mannnnn what the fuck cut his ass I’m sick, Don’t let the prudes mislead you Jane Austen’s work is full of sex, If you’re not a whore, you can see the door, a 5 star slut, I just caught a gusher from sliding down my throat and choking me I’m confused on how I did it, but I did, chunky fila (his dad) chunky artz (his dad), Maddie Citadel, SicilyVee, DMVBarbershop, VadeBeatz, VadeChather, Vadact, enjoying a slice of carrot, it’s time to chop carrots, nice little fennel and carrot salad, an American-sized slice of carrot cake, I must chop cake this December, It’s only Day 2 of this carb cut, marbley cake, Buncake9, Jimbo Slice, Alan Iceblade, Puckside, Axe Hallow, Axel Pond, Knifecat, Vaginapalooza, riptidemamba, dickfax, Daddydi65501944, Bloodwing, bloodweave, bloodbadge, bloodpussy, bloodvam, Bloodwrit, and Daniel Bloodworth.

Does TechCrunch want to hire him for a conference? How about a webinar on the parallels of style and subject to Prince Harry Windsor and The Wall Street Journal reporter, Daniel Pearl, who was lured and kidnapped on January 23, 2002 in Pakistan for what he thought would be an interview and executed by beheading on February 1st of that year? Does society need more sidewalk gunshot ambushes, high towers collapsing, school shootings or suburban family annihilation?

On August 13, 2018 Christopher Watts murdered his pregnant wife and two toddler daughters, disposing of their bodies in shallow graves and submerging them in oil tanks like trash. Three months after the Meghan Markle and Henry Windsor wedding fakeness. In Frederick, Colorado, American oil field operator Christopher Lee Watts strangled his pregnant wife, Shanann, and his two daughters with his bare hands, then dumped them in gruesome crude oil storage tanks, through a hatch at the top. The little girl corpses had scratches on their buttocks from being shoved through the receptacle not meant for human containment. Chris Watts was sentenced to five life sentences with no possibility of parole. This has Prince Harry’s quilted undertones, like all tragedies. Netflix, a company he calls Netfucks01 and NuttFreaks, made a documentary about the evil crime, American Murder: The Family Next Door. Knickerbockerglory is the production company in Hammersmith, London, England that produced it. Why would a British production company near Queens Wharf, created on February 28, 2011, be so interested in a Weld County, Frederick, Colorado familicide, feticide, child murder case in oil field America?

This is more than untwisting Harry’s code of nimble balletics. It’s more than telling you that his olly-cut olive branch verbosity, meaning unripened fruit or cheese, is something the press has printed for 30 years of my life. It’s more than his orc that he stole from Middle-earth fantasy fiction or his slimer-green pedo socks or his vulgar thoughts which mean vulva thoughts. It’s more than his rants that veer sharply into skewering facts through machismo to increase the fever of celebrities who have watched me grow up at a tethered distance and regular folk whom feel powerless. It’s the whole enterprise of disregarding the human tragedy that House of Windsor has caused. Someone show me the heart, brains and authenticity you get when you hire Harry and Meghan, who script-read bedlocked statements in promotion, publicity and merchandising appearances. If you give less attention to a scuzzy rapist and his wife, they’ll divorce.

Prince Harry, the man often highlighted with recognition or reward, is a pedophile in his own right and wants to stab my private parts as revenge for a vehicular chase, under pressure from his daddy. Everyone knows. People around you know it. People tend to notice when you festoon the machete rapist Duke with microphones and red carpets while they await emancipatory reality. Prince Harry was listed among the 2024 TIME Magazine 100 Climate index on November 12th. I get the climatic irony and I say to myself, whatever the fuck. Prince Harry, Twitter CEO, wrote on a website with lawmakers, “Mint young harlot in and out of chap-fallen underwear amateur squirter” — want to hire Harry as a guest editor on the special issue of social justice? You should watch a documentary about two strangled little girls, Time Magazine press room.

Although an ordinary thing to tech savants, I found subcultures on Twitter other than that Grandpacore, all starched in his prose. Over the years, Harry must have noticed that women have posed in selfies wearing pantyhose and affixed these personal photographs to their Instagram that he then absconded and posted in Twitter columns, rebranding them with his overlord, sick-root, literary vigilantism. I think the women are telling him to go to hell and release the contract girl and he posts their photographs with lighthearted threats about not being able to talk about my eventual rape. I didn’t know this was a thing. Horse hoes hose hog, entrapment, wrapped, tights, shiny, lace, fishnet, encasement. Harry’s favorite thread of conversation in taupe and black.

A selection from Harry’s accounts where he scolds the subjects of feminist self-exhibition: Hosed UK Wife, Pretty Polly Legs, Leggy Lawyer, Hannah Stocking, Pantyhose Cheerleader, Gaby Nylons, Kelli Xylon, 11 Percent Elastene, Italian Pantyhose Lover 80, Nylon Stunners, Pantyhose Eggs, Sheer Tex, Shearhose, The Rose Bliss, Panty Shower Teen, The Nxked Doll and Hairy Body Stocking 1. Which could be anybody. But sometimes you never really know. How Harry Windsor, useless earth specimen, knows so much about women’s hosiery, including textile, tells you all you need to know about his convoluted marriage, his degree of workplace autonomy and his dedication to rape. Is it legal to re-post photographs in a bunch of gainful profit twittering pixels?

The most essential aspect of the pantyhose culture is that in Jackson, Michigan, Allen Stanford Champion, 41, strangled Nancy Thomas, 59, to death with a pair of pantyhose during an argument on October 29, 2021. Among other distinctions, he has red hair and rosemary and reaper tattoos.

Kate Middleton. Online Harry calls her: Catholic Middle. I’ve always liked Kate and her family. I’m only using strongly-worded reporting to prove that Prince Harry, as Twitter CEO, will use anyone nearest him to push an incubating rape plan. The hand-built accounts that have her likeness are as follows: Slutty Katee, Hot Upskirt Kate Gallery, Catie Turner Slug Drinking Water, Queen of Degeneracy, Throat Goat Kay, Keira Middleton which could be anyone, Ella Fiddleton, Eden Middleton, Madty Middleton, Daisy Middleton, Cake Middleton, Let them eat cake (Middleton), Can’t Middleton, Medix Kate Your most sensual doctor, Kate Middleton is an anagram of naked tit model, his words. I wonder if she’d roll her eyes or be devastated to know that her name, her regal title, her young children are being borrowed by a deeply troubled cyber assailant. I wonder if Twitter bigwigs would punish you or hold you liable for using Kate and underage Charlotte on the basis of sex for a perverted rapey site-gag without permission.

Why does Prince William support Aston Villa? | That Peter Crouch Podcast Video on YouTube. Go to YouTube, search for that video, with 1.9 million views on the BBC Sounds channel. 54 seconds in. Speaking of emails, Will says, as he delivers mic’d up soundbites of common Irish-born schooling, there’s a knock at the door in which he retrieves two plates of curry in the role of housework. Then, in an olive green shirt, he guffaws over the discounted devalue of someone. The video is from 4 years ago, when a female like me is past her expiration date for something or other of her own choosing. It IS humorous, Will. The ongoing erasure of a young woman and her streamlined educated dreams, her chance at marriage and motherhood, a normal life, any life. I’m glad you find levity in this situation.

Prince Harry, a manchild of two faces, one for the public and one for a dicey encounter, loyal only to his daddy whom little girls were not writing to by lantern light, is a profiteer and conniver of past accidental events. In supercomputer microaggressions that lead to everyday gun violence and, fittingly, with his wife, who could have obtained payments and babies with somebody else but said I Do to the bachelor connected to September 11, Sandy Hook, a Marathon explosion, Parkland and an Orlando nightclub shooting, he scrawls red ink on Twitter like the well-intentioned machine he isn’t, constructing his starlight spiel with butcher shop talk. His job becomes career-ending for some and life-ending for others, including me. What constitutes grounds for job termination? Copycat crimes? He’s overdue.

I have screengrabs from the ominous clouds of Twitter and a useless Meghan. The person Harry calls Megnutt, a seduchess. I don’t think they’re in love. Divorce.

The TIG’s California sushi rolled knowledge of rhapsody husband:

Heightened state, sugar high:

Duchess promoting book about three generations of an Irish family in New York two years before dating him; Who's afraid of little old me:

Customized Nutella, she knew of genital mutilation prior to nuptials. Zoom in on the “a.” It’s Harry’s watermark. He deleted her social media only to upload a chunk of it to aggravate and cause suicide:

Rats riot gear in teen corner:

2021 Sussex Holiday Card, nutmeg lies, firsties, ripped jean thread:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

Prince Archie, horny at 5 years-old:

Prince Louis, horny at 6 years-old:

Princess Charlotte, sexualized by her Uncle:

Princess Charlotte likes big dick at 9. That seems young:

Princess Charlotte, pimped by ginger Uncle:

Harry’s unique diction for his sister-in-law:

Duchess auditions on the pelvic floor, shadows:

She knew all her life what he was doing to me. She married him and became his helper anyway. I don’t want a mixed reception on the red carpet. I want a divorce:

Paper jam of rape:

Netflix love lies, off-roading revenge:

Jocular Netflix POLO documentary of hilarious rape; Miloš Balać: Polo means solo or first at cracking:

Harry, foiled magazine guest editor:

Drill team:

Actor Dean Norris didn’t write this; misplaced punctuation is Harry’s slicing revenge:

Monica Lewinsky didn’t write this; the punctuation is six times, clock is seventeen, which is Harry’s retroactive chopping; two months after the Meghan & Henry wedding:

Charles, the original Pedo King:

Se7en Deadly Strings, Harry’s yellowed cranium circles:

Jack Dorsey is a sexual predator; it’s right there in print, with a dot; Jack Patrick Dorsey, a paedo:

A silent Prince is stalking all women:

Upon his lectern, Hannibal:

Blades of glory:

Twitter: ask an agent cousin who these two little girls are:

Twitter: dot matrix printer of my beating and rape:

Twitter: this is his royally sage death threats taken UP a notch:

Divorce.

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lavelled · 18 days ago

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I listed five children under the age of 17 who killed themselves right after a honeymooned visit to their part of the world, and in news rotation Team Meghan Markle gave me Thanksgiving gizzard press with homemaker holiday plans like their client fills some sort of aproned traditional role.

She was an available entity of smiling obediency. Her Instagram is full of her decades-old introduction to the infectious disease specialist responsible for the little pieces of folded paper known as the World Trade Center and Sandy Hook and whom she gripped the bed rails with.

Prince Harry’s lunatic press of outrage included a German documentary that supposedly exposes the couples’ elitist California lifestyle, a golden state where the royal couple has never lived together, his neverending olive branch extension which is family code for unripened fruit, his Botswana date of bunk beds, which news sources deduced as firsties so that was vetted and well-buried, and, finally, her patently bad American Riviera Orchard tip jar problems.

What a tizzy.

To past and present Twitter CEOs and Board of Directors, Jack Dorsey, Evan Williams, Richard William Costolo, Parag Agrawal, Omid Kordestani, Patrick Pichette, Bret Taylor and others: On the scrapheap of what is his Twitter workload, Prince Harry operates chopped-off accounts that philosophically rationalize royal-blue cutting that he calls Indigo Club and where he mentions the DreamHack Atlanta festival and where he pens sentences like “wow i really need to be rough fucked.” He threatens me with female genital mutilation, usually on that date of September 11 in which absolutely nothing of interest happened. He displays vocal writing in V-heavy accounts such as: Vade, VaperRed, VenomBitch19, VeetaVenom, InfectedByVenom, Grape Lady, Grape Nuts, Haznoballs, Hattrickz69 and the fetishization of a May–December subcult romance where there are photos of elderly men French kissing female youth in a curricula he calls findom.

I’m sure you’ve read such encoded hieroglyphic writing as: that middle of the night sex, i miss lying to Old Country Buffet about my age, reins to put this whore in her place, solid axle, zip zies, herb back, huge gaping, Kidnoble, Fred Scarf, mirror is minor, raisins is rape, grape-tinis, Valronica Holmes, Skull Reaper Ninja and his go-to phrase: sugar-free. I don’t recall the movie, Jerry Maguire, making me feel sexually assaulted the way simply reading Twitter print does.

This is the same all-hours-accessible superiority platform where Presidents, Prime Ministers, the Pope, the Dalai Lama, CIA Directors, NASA, entrepreneurs, activist groups, media influencers, fashion, sport and music leaders all sincerely post notifications from time to time? Ah’s from the crowd.

Prince Harry, the feverish tech worker in a camo outfit under the duvet cover of Elon Musk, is not one to hide his sadism and boasts of minor ownership by explicitly stoking racial tensions online with the n-word and advertises his plans for enemy slaughter in emotional snippets. But in case you failed to notice through what is a blend of respectful indifference, imagined jailing, and signatory compliance—he has a tendency to use your social networking site as his personal vendetta headquarters, posting pictures of non-consenting young girls that he must steal from other sites so that Twitter becomes an unzipped carcass of pedophilia, repurposed for his revenge phrasebook against me and Tom and that part of humankind that wants him underground. With minimal effort, his language echoes like a loudspeaker to your most receptive audience: children.

I have justifiable doubts that this man should be allowed to mingle freely among dogs, children, elderly and the infirm, businesspeople and symbols of authority, prominent members of the entertainment industry, not to mention being the one in charge of relaying domestic and foreign policy at midnight on a meme and video-sharing website where he writes like a child desperately wanting to fuck a child at internet speed. The man tweeted during his own wedding simulation.

Harry’s deep desires to cut human flesh are not confined to botnet computational resources. He spreads his slicing message everywhere—during his dramatic child visitations, his first-rate Netflix propaganda, his primetime interviews, his speeches, his charities, his school days at Eton, his big lie of isolated life in Montecito, a place where Meghan and Harry have never lived, his trips to Las Vegas as he did in February 2024 to present the Walter Payton Man of the Year Award at the NFL Honors right after concocting the lie about his pedophile father’s fake prostate cancer, in a half-ironic tone, to inform athletic citizenry of his possession of the lower parts of the human body. Must be an artform because he’s been able to stay rich for 4 decades while I’ve had nothing.

His spearheading campaign differs from artists, actors, chefs, writers, musicians, athletes, politicians, journos: nobody else threatens me or society with a coffinmaker existence and a violent sexual assault.

Prince Harry, a red-eyed hoodlum who took a Twitter blueprint and raped it during a breakfast rush, serves as universal writer for entertainment folk when they need self-promotion and when they don’t. Like a movie projector of the worst racist, rapist, homophobic lamenting, right next to your employable name. Harry’s a late-night talkative guy in rapid cuts and jumps. His high school cafeteria pizza writing has ruined careers, including mine, but he gets movie deals.

I must emphasize that when a celebrity is kicked to the curb, so to speak, they’re still way better off than the regular worker bee. It’s a community that I had hoped and dreamed to be a part of upon graduation, but I have to admit that Hollywood’s lack of accuracy when depicting real marginalized people is often due to their own enclosed luxurious lifestyles. But Harry is sick and purposefully writes like a feral animal about a little girl in a body bag and that’s not fair.

Jussie Smollett. Harry has used his account to compose personal messages of forcible sex like a jukebox stuck on one screaming refrain. A substantial chunk of idiotic time has been spent instigating Jussie and I have no idea why. Since 2010. Harry wrote the tweet: “Fuck rapists, sexual predators and the sick fucks who protect them” six years ago, which is Harry wanting us to do the innocuous chaste flip, but, really, it’s his sex–centric pitch for the girl trapped in handwritten paperwork who says no. He fakes sensitivity, seething through gritted teeth at Tom, writing right into a textual web of rape. Add to it that his sister, the actress, Jurnee, rhymes with my sister’s name and who Harry has used penmanship on, meaning Tom, though some guys, protective brothers of sisters, don’t see it as riding-high-with-swords frolic against a well-defended man. They see it for what it is. Rape. Jussie has probably felt like a cohort in abuse. I have screengrabs.

People who know the origins of my studious blockade hate Harry, and here’s Meghan Markle, slow on the uptake, with proof that she did show revulsion toward Henry Windsor, climbed up the ranks alongside the sordid lineage famous for burying a promising young woman; married the man at the helm of it; gushed about procreation in the face of my greatest misfortune; quoted other people’s speechwriting at summits and unearned award ceremonies—and my evidence somehow hasn’t resulted in a divorce. Team Meh, if you’re honestly listening, the man she calls a doting father wrote, “Slushie isn’t my cup of tea” because he wants to fuck a child and not her.

Lorena Bobbitt severed her husband’s penis on June 23, 1993 after he allegedly raped her. I’m in no way condoning severed appendage mutilation, and both were eventually acquitted, but the 23 birthday number and repetitive 3 dates are interesting and in all the counties that it could go to trial, the prosecution was from Prince William County. Meaning, perhaps, only one side of the contract has wanted me lifeless, held back, distanced, hurt, scarred and maimed. But who?

Kellie Pickler’s husband, songwriter Kyle Jacobs, killed himself with a self-inflicted gunshot on February 17, 2023 in Nashville. 17. Actress Ricki Lake’s ex-husband, Christian Evans, killed himself with a self-inflicted gunshot in his car on February 11, 2017. 17. Karel Heřmánek, a Czech actor, appearing in more than forty films killed himself with a self-inflicted gunshot at a shooting range this past August. He was born on October 17. Benjamin Vautier was a French visual artist born in Italy known for the artwork, Introspection Truth Art & Sex. At 88 years-old, he recently shot himself. Petra Mathers was a German-born award-winning writer and illustrator of more than 40 children’s books. She died by suicide on February 6, 2024 at 78 years-old. It was a double suicide with her husband, architectural photographer, Michael Mathers. Petra donated her artwork to a museum in Amherst, Massachusetts. In a police photo of her writing and reading nook that has since become enshrined in my brain, there is a theatrical Playbill, watercolor pencils, a hardcover book by British novelist, Anita Brookner, and a beige typewriter.

The House of Windsor is a trio of great evil that buried a young woman they said to have loved, and then used her as a pawn against an enemy when they realized the world wasn’t sympathizing with their extreme victim act.

If Twitter was a reputable company with a human resources department in charge of monitoring personnel fleshing out his hatchet rapist agenda with all kinds of repercussions, Harry’s earnings (and yours) wouldn’t be connected to rape, murder, child suicide, and school shootings and he’d be forced to reevaluate his life choices. Account self-purging isn’t enough in 2024.

The Prince Harry and Meghan Markle marriage is plain torture. Publicly divorce.

Princeton 2002 article about rape with an unconscious woman, published by Hegseth, reminiscent of Harry’s proxy:

TIG booklist, swimming in shark circles:

Her deleted Insta

Flipping pedo manuscript, Better than revenge:

Deleted Insta

Meghan Uteri Markle:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

The trio, axx hat’s green onesie, Billy’s clamp:

Princess Charlotte is 9:

Philandering fossil collage, 17 thousand followers:

91-year-old Senator Charles Grassley did not write this tweet about skull bashing revenge, Prince Harry did:

Harry’s weak crown of violence on behalf of a pedo King:

Harry explores revisionist history in a haze:

Sarah doesn’t tweet about actively agreeing with child molestation; Harry wrote it:

Harry sponsors passive-aggressive rape dawdling on T-Pain’s account:

I have no idea why Harry would tag Jussie Smollett with a Duchess Meghan nudism disturbance:

Non-consenting sex with minors, this tweet by Harry was originally in Danish:

Reverse psychology by a royal sociopath:

78-year-old British actor, Timothy James Curry, did not write this tweet about cutting cake:

Firepits of cutting:

I don’t think actor, Armie Hammer, is cannibalistic after all:

Tyler, The Creator didn’t write this, but 8 million people looked at it:

Loveless Nest:

Birthing Pangs, Feminism:

Harmonizing for money:

Prince Harry was a speaker at 2024 DealBook Summit in New York on December 4, the only policy news book he has penned is about non-consenting containment and rape. UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson was fatally shot outside a Manhattan hotel on Dec 4. This is what you hire:

Stop interviewing this NDA red-taped couple:

POLO, another Netflix film by non-filmmaker and rapist Prince Harry, shown here, orgasmic, riding a little middle-aged writer girl who says no:

Grim threats what else:

Anime, comma splice, for Twitter kids:

Speaker. Humanitarian. His scissors:

Survey says …

Divorce.

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What a tizzy.

The Prince Harry and Meghan Markle marriage is plain torture. Publicly divorce.

Princeton 2002 article about rape with an unconscious woman, published by Hegseth, reminiscent of Harry’s proxy:

TIG booklist, swimming in shark circles:

Her deleted Insta

Flipping pedo manuscript, Better than revenge:

Deleted Insta

Meghan Uteri Markle:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

The trio, axx hat’s green onesie, Billy’s clamp:

Princess Charlotte is 9:

Philandering fossil collage, 17 thousand followers:

91-year-old Senator Charles Grassley did not write this tweet about skull bashing revenge, Prince Harry did:

Harry’s weak crown of violence on behalf of a pedo King:

Harry explores revisionist history in a haze:

Sarah doesn’t tweet about actively agreeing with child molestation; Harry wrote it:

Harry sponsors passive-aggressive rape dawdling on T-Pain’s account:

I have no idea why Harry would tag Jussie Smollett with a Duchess Meghan nudism disturbance:

Non-consenting sex with minors, this tweet by Harry was originally in Danish:

Reverse psychology by a royal sociopath:

78-year-old British actor, Timothy James Curry, did not write this tweet about cutting cake:

Firepits of cutting:

I don’t think actor, Armie Hammer, is cannibalistic after all:

Tyler, The Creator didn’t write this, but 8 million people looked at it:

Loveless Nest:

Birthing Pangs, Feminism:

Harmonizing for money:

Stop interviewing this NDA red-taped couple:

POLO, another Netflix film by non-filmmaker and rapist Prince Harry, shown here, orgasmic, riding a little middle-aged writer girl who says no:

Grim threats what else:

Anime, comma splice, for Twitter kids:

Speaker. Humanitarian. His scissors:

Survey says …

Divorce.

#reading #books

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I feel like political aficionados on one team are subliminal messaging me through editorial press. Like censored yes-men are dismayed with this ideological parallel yet underqualified list of left-field cabinet picks. Pete Hegseth, Secretary of Defense. I haven’t been reading too much that convinces me that the government, the Pentagon, would be better off, despite written books and Army veteran status. The hotel allegation in 2017. It's been reported that investigators found the woman had emphasized remembering saying no a lot, he blocked the door with his body, alcohol was involved and she received a financial settlement. That sounds unpleasant:

https://www.npr.org/2024/11/21/nx-s1-5199630/police-report-gives-details-timeline-of-the-sexual-assault-claim-against-pete-hegseth

I’m not a seasoned politician. Back to contemporary events.

Prince Henry.

The world was on edge reading of your tattoo inking, and then sad to learn that singer, Jelly Roll, holding a tattoo needle with such certainty, didn’t tweak a vein-like artery beneath your skin. A hell of a letdown. I’m sure you get that a lot. It was a publicity trick, like your rented courtship, your store-bought wedding, the rise and fall of your tit for tat marriage, your living arrangement, your international humanitarianism, your pleasant and folksy attitude, your female independence female empowerment female self-worth hypocritical noise, your rape book, your exposed Netflix films, award speeches, and the fungus-filled shitting virtual sphere of Twitter.

Log into Twitter and it suddenly clicks that it’s a place where Prince Harry antagonizes little children of all ages, reminding them of a large tatted swath, braids for bxtches, insinuating that they’re neither a rich celebrity nor a recipient of any perks from a non-binding illegal contract of a minor, but they need to keep their mouth sutured nonetheless. You’re Father of the Year. It’s also a place where he etches well-crafted punchlines for celebrity clients that are scrolls of racist, rapist, homophobic and violent uncouth dehumanization so that their careers become a type of casualty. I have no idea why you’re a sought-after TED Talk speaker when BetterUp is a Twitter cover or tactical ruse. Bed-Her. Clever. That is, if you’re a charley horse rising sexpest.

You’re not enlisting a respected professional. He’s the leader behind unruly protests, workplace violence, terrorism, wartime atrocities, kidnapping, and child suicide. He gets paid to type: Too Famous To Be A Pedophile. Lampedo Porn. Pedophile Drip. British Pedoroyal Family. Weepy Soy Pedophile, a bilingual declaration of minored love. His top-paying tech service is to provide Pulitzer gold like: Amen Noir. Daniel Knight. The Upchucks. No Minors HISSS. Steely Dad. Galactic King. Justsome666. Pedo Paige. Hurtcore. This quote: I'd fuck the shit outta her god im lonely. Rapist party-boy hazing at the center of world events became the norm that society accepts and for reasons still unclear is blamed on Elon Musk. One Justin Bieber fan club account labelled Juskin Bieber, he writes: cause the boy is mine, inhaling it, face of an angel, Moneywhore, JB Hooker News, i like celery.

Nobody obeys the criminal cunty ramblings of a vacuous daddy’s boy able to flee persecution by his scores of minders and publicists.

For years, since infancy, you’ve been telling everyone within earshot that your wholesome-looking family will castrate. It’s not a constructive activity for a middle-aged man and requires zero aptitude. You must’ve violated the terms of your Twitter employment contract by now. Presumably, Twitter trends, free content, and goreshit X-graphic layout means complicity in killing your children and rewarding its sole author and CEO with bloodthirsty lighthearted tweets that are covered as news stories. It means life goes on with his high salaries, his Netflix deals, his shiny awards, and his intimate conversations of dishonesty known as journalistic interviews.

To sit idly by and claim a jailed position must be comfy cozy—it’s also a betrayal of good intentions and high-minded ethics. But what can important people do?

Stop interviewing this non-disclosure-wide-sellout couple. I don’t think it’s a breach of contract in the entertainment business. The only information that you’ll be spreading throughout society is that you wish to prevent child suicide. How odious.

Stop hiring him for speeches with headsets and a microphone on the grand stage. The regaling Prince title no longer equates traditional meaningful human worth or prestige in decade 4. Think of the value he contributes. He twists words, phrases and a painful medical condition to promote crowned present-day pink pedophilia ownership. I don’t get the social benefits to the televised buffoonery of a would-be rapist who tweets from hundreds of accounts labelled KD Slut MILF.

Is that what I deserve? After an underwhelming adulthood dissolving into nothingness that I can never humanly reclaim?

At Twitter, Inc. Prince Harry Mountbatten-Windsor, the Duke of Sussex, is a misplaced civilian agitator abusing his position to fight off an absentee movie star by way of algorithms and babbled code in a language structured to hurt me and young students everywhere.

Along with Meghan McCain, who surgically fights off Harry’s bitch-about carved tweets, certain celebrities have been the bullseye for Prince Harry’s most egregious, high-traffic, vitriolic displays of digital retribution. I will never excuse nor defend wife or partner abuse or child abuse and endangerment of any kind. Everybody knows my story, but that doesn’t give anyone special dispensation to act a certain way that is illegal, combative or unsavory. Not saying these actors have committed such acts. I’ve noticed through an unobstructed Internet view, across several platforms, that he has accounts dedicated to Mel Gibson and his derogatory anti-Semitic comments. I find two facts interesting about Mel: his infamous arrest happened in July 2006.

Six. X. Mel Gibson has known for a long time what the House of Windsor’s intentions were for me, physically. I told you that Prince Harry said only months ago that he wanted to live in my attic. Second, out of all the Hollywood movies an Oscar-winning director can direct, he chooses the movie, Hacksaw Ridge. Which was released in 2016. I don’t believe he harbors ill will toward Jewish people and was probably referring to the unfathomable raping proxy clause that you possess and I think he was worried I wouldn’t figure it out. Not to mention that he’s been in the same industry as Tom, my real pen pal, who your family royally knifed in the back.

Interesting that Nora Ephron directed the 1994 movie, Mixed Nuts, a French adaptation. A Manhattan director known for her first-leaf, autumn knit sweater and warm rom-com style decided to up and direct a movie with a genital mutilation innuendo title about a suicide and crisis prevention hotline during Christmas in the 90s.

Comedian and actor, Kevin Hart, was due to host the glitzy Oscars in 2019. Kevin Hart was dropped as Oscar host on December 7, 2018 amid controversy about his past anti-gay tweets. The severity of Kevin’s homophobia on Twitter is repugnant. I’ve read them. Harry wrote them. I have screengrabs. Harry has played the innocent avenging wordsmith locksmith for too long.

I want to mention a trip that Meghan and Harry took in 2018. The 16-day tour was from October 16 to October 31, going to Australia, New Zealand, Fiji and Tonga. Sixes. This vacation took place five months after they fudged a wedding where the groom scheduled the publication of his Tweets via a timer, as if his wedding day was a live “Clue” farce comedy. With sufficient enthusiasm, it was reported that Prince Harry had to go it alone for part of the time in Australia while a pregnant Duchess took time to rest. So let me rephrase, this paid-for couple is advertising honeymooned biological pregnancy gossip one day before the birthday of an unmarried childless careerless middle-aged woman that her red neon husband spy-cam watched online every day aboard Twitter. Add the symbolic geographical location where they visited: Queensland’s Fraser Island, or K’gari, as it is known. I have a screengrab. You are a bar crawl disguised as a royal couple, lacking integrity by way of imitation, capable only of spouting falsehoods that smarter people on your team scriptwrite for you.

Who else noticed the front-page honeymoon vagabond couple: Kids.

Hamuera Ellis-Erihe, 16, from New Zealand killed himself in 2018.

Martin Loeffen-Romagnoli, 15, from New Zealand killed himself in 2018.

Summer Mills-Metcalf, 14, from New Zealand killed herself in 2018.

Maaia Reremoana Marshall, 14, from New Zealand killed herself in 2018.

James Patira Murray, 12, from New Zealand killed himself in 2018.

Tom Cruise has not visited Australia or New Zealand recently with a gimmick wife, declaring a pregnancy over lunchtime tea.

But what can Team Meghan do? What I outlined in 25 blog posts: a public divorce from the rapist pedophile contract manager who calls his hired wife a bronzer skank. That’s one thing.

Divorce.

Another TIG booklist, detecting a child entanglement pass, her English avocado dud-in-law:

I did something bad, she says as she betrays an old hockey loop:

Watered gin epiphany, two years later she’d date him:

Unspoken doghouse flipping:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

Author Terry McMillan didn’t write it; Prince Harry did, on the hueless morning of his wedding:

Sir Elton John didn’t write of a penetrating wedding that he attended and performed; this was set to post ahead of time on Harry’s Twitter scheduler:

Harry tweeted out 90210 Wendy years ago:

What follows is the artscape section of: is it love?

Kid queasy cartoon:

You’re crotchless Kent:

Car chase obsessed, Netflix lies:

Netflix paid her mother to cry over self-harm folly:

Four decades of cruel hibernation:

Daddy’s red + blue currents:

Armload of teen rubbish, straightly gauze:

Justin was only 16 when Prince Harry wrote it:

Cultured Prince Harry wrote this to a full-height elfin Tom and my triplicate childhood wrestler from once upon a time:

Prince of Wales' authorship at both Brad Pitt and Tom; explains the numerous Pit Stains accounts on Twitter:

There is nothing to do but tweet about little girls who say no, which is code for Kevin Hart should host the 2026 Oscars:

Harry’s pottery blade:

Prince Harry wrote the masked tweet of midnight rape; Matthew Perry passed away two days later:

Prince Harry, pink rouge high school rape:

Twitter: specializing in CEO Prince Harry’s rapist desires:

Twitter CEO, Prince Harry the Sixth, pens twisty teen suicide:

Forestland loving people, heartless couple sticking together:

Divorce.

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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.

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:

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.

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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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?

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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lavelled · 3 months ago

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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.

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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.

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lavelled · 4 months ago

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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.

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