The Irish Quarter are offending the Wales Right believing themselves more important by might. So do the Conservatives in general, even with me often. I had to be low not mighty to be allowed here, having suffered losses & this is Jade's term not Cara's. The Scotch cellular to Ireland are still furious I returned while they pretended to represent me with wealth.
A Copper creeps & watches like Vermin, then flees away when I return Home & their report of God is the report of Goldilocks swift of Foot, with Shit on their Dick from sodomy & not sight of a Seer.
I kissed Veronica when I saw Her image on a Tree without knowing yet we were partners. The Scotch attacked the Artwork & should die God said
