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Bird “nose” [sic] its beak down towards the bottom of KSH’s prostrate fame.

KSH already cried you a river.

obit

KSH “birds” calling critics “hyena” are as cogent as cows bemoaning roast beef.

These roasted turkeys are angry looking.

Regicide to zombie head.

Of course, you threw a 6, me a double 6.

And, including his parasocials, the plural is dice (to them all).

What vocal “fans” KSH has left: his male ones surely finding it especially hard, while females resolutely wet their teared blankets…

KSH: has-been.

You’re claiming a neutral Hugo Boss scent while reeking of KSH.

I’m essentially indifferent to your rhetoric; critics won’t mind your lazy labeling, we simply punctuate Hyunatics’ spillage when we want.

Observe, same squatting Hyunatics flogging for their fallen Hyun to arise.

Subjects of “king KSH” are all abject; their critics being real content.

I'm interfering in your cradle harvest.

Your baby faeces can't be read.

To depreciate “star-minded KSH” is to humanise him; whereas Hyunatics’ cuckoo “support” dehumanises everyone.

Yet, the foolcourt’s sunny-side-down egg is rotten: ill-laying fowls.

Movements “supporting” KSH are such stinkers, none of their stools suitable for sitting deliberation.

Hyunatics “stand” to be canceled along with “star KSH.”