IS BANERJEE'S BUSINESS PARTNER ILYA SHAMBAT THE INTERNET STALKER AND
SLANDERER EDMUND BURKE?

AS CONVEYED BELOW BURKE UTILISED A POEM AUTHORED BY ILYA SHAMBAT

Contact Ilya Shambat at ibshambat@gmail.com or call (61)(04)4769-5070.

Contact Arindam Banerjee at adda1234@bigpond.com.

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On 16/3/2022 20:46, Arindam Banerjee wrote:
> - snip -
> some impostor at work.
> No shortage of crooks around. <-- *TOTALLY* *SELF* *ABSORBED*

On 17/3/2022 08:32, Rod Speed wrote:
>
> This is the stupid forger, not me. Can't even get the ISP or email
> client right. <-- *STILL* *JUSTIFYING* *A* *RUSSIAN* *IMMIGRANT*
*ALLEGED* *UNAUSTRALIAN* *CONDUCT* *AT* *A* *TIME* *OF* *WAR*

On 16/3/2022 17:29, Arindam Banerjee wrote:
> It will take about 20 years for chaps to find out that batteries are useless, wasteful and polluting as opposed to the hydrogen-fuelcell alternative, now languishing because of lack of cheap hydrogen. With hydrogen from seawater and sun, via electrolysis, and piped universally in specially lined steel, there is unlimited scope for both renewable and fossil energy, with pure water as a bonus.
>
>
> Cheers,
> Arindam Banerjee

ILYA SHAMBAT OR INTERNET STALKER AND SLANDERER EDMUND BURKE
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THE GOLDEN ONE
> The Golden One
> Turns to me when I am sleeping
> And says, I'll fuck you.
> The Golden One
> Looks inside my soul
> With her heavenly eyes
> And says, "Your penis is beautiful."
> The Golden One
> Gives unto my soul
> White orchid petals of tenderness
> Soft yellow foam of eternity
> Loving caressing winds of her spirit
> And brings me to ejaculation.

Discuss my spiritual poem...

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Golden One
The Golden One
Turns to me when I am sleeping
And says, I love you.
The Golden One
Looks inside of my soul
With her heavenly eyes
And says, Follow me where I'm going.
The Golden One
Gives unto my soul
White orchid petals of tenderness
Soft white sea foam of eternity
Loving caressing winds of her spirit
And brings me to life.
Rainbows of glory stand over the head
Of my Golden One
Feather-white lilies reach for the sight
Of my Golden One
Ripples in ocean whisper the name
Of my Golden One
Wind caresses her face.
When my Golden One leans her head to the sun Light interpenetrates her
soft features
And when my Golden One looks in my eyes Love shines in our hearts
And when my Golden One stands on a cloud Thunderbolts play in her hair
And when my Golden One imagines
Life longs for its soul.
No, I will not ask you what made the Golden One Greatness must always be
self-creative
And if I were to know the mechanism
It would no longer be hers.
No, I will not tell you the name of the Golden One She should remain
mysterious and eternal
For all that is eternal must be mysterious
Lest it be polluted with time.
No, I don't know nor do I wish to know
How the Golden One sings before you
What delights she can paint on this planet
These are hers only to give.

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