I’ve only been in London for a few hours and already been stalked by some really ugly, hateful demons through the streets around Convent Garden area of Westminster. Bizarrely this African Negro trinity death cult believes I am a unholy / holy (operating two sides of the same coin to grind victims down into submission) paedophile father; to there suppressive, genocidal maggot of a Negro African mother.
Despising my existence with endless cranks they interfere and disrupt my Tao (path) everywhere I go. As demons they seek to possess and control my lineage (inherent gene keys) who pick up dismal forfeits of their ‘all out’ greedy, inhumane, body snatching charades. They hang around places they consider evil waiting to associate themselves with me (cast in) so that they might command more atrocity against me.
Arriving at my hotel I experienced big fat Arab man wearing superman t-shirt, I recognised the family from Edgware road, London. After checking in I was then offered a complimentary hotel cookie whilst I was wearing a cookie monster t-shirt; oh how the cranks go on. Endless encores of crappy Motown music played in the restaurant during the three days length of my stay; I’m so sick of the soul scrapping, whining drone that it churns my stomach as though I want to vomit. The only good thing I can say is that the empty hotel room was up to scratch, spotlessly clean; also having a chance to have a hot bath was very welcoming.
I was in London for the entire weekend from Thursday 30th to Sunday 3rd of December. My friends daughter had come to England so vacated temporarily to give them some quality time together. After arriving at Paddington train station I took the opportunity of taking photos of locations around Westminster so I could spend the next few days chilling out. The photos are included with my revised Blog posts, with evidence of the death cult horror that the disparity of Westminster has inflicted on my persistently blighted life.