Oytcho Visha doesn’t really have any core policies, it casts doubt over the weak band of systems which discipline people.

It is the ruptured worship of clowns in close proximity to erotic stimulation gone wrong, unmasking systemic manipulation.

Oytcho Visha is playfully vulgar.

We condemn active celibacy held constant.

Bowel biopsies are mandatory with vengeance.

A one-night-stand is a brilliant idea if it is timed quite right pouncing out of nowhere.

The cunt branches out on its own, it does not require a uniform penis. Refuse the standardised template.

We are legislators of sex.

You can never be too over-zealous when it comes to sex.

Our manifesto is a horny ritual. It's all foreplay dressed as philosophy.

Mixing and mingling with automations is outside our scope.    

What else would the penis be doing if withdrawn from sex? This where the problem begins. It doesn’t get going by itself.

Treat the whole thing like a deranged public holiday from decency.

Being allergic to seriousness there is sufficient proof of paradigm building as an organism, as a brain, as a convincing case always incomplete: Squirming brains in perpetual flux.

Lean into the raw biomass without managerial expertise of one's sexuality.

This is the anti-managerial mantra.

Expertise is the new chastity belt - rip it off.

No polish, no pedigree, no geological society of sexperts telling you how to file your orgasms or audit your thrusts.

Sensual ecstasy, non-coercive; secular streams, fully exorcised.

This is a sexual liberation grenade.

A glorious mess of nympho explosions.

Anti-shame, pro-fun-zone detonation.

69rs should be performed skywards elevated to cosmic scale, and doubling down to Skeletal health.

No top/bottom hierarchy, just echo amplified to galactic volume.

Celibacy not as deprivation, but as the deliberate gateway to sparser, vaster, more expansive things from life itself.

Classic 69? Grounded mediocrity. Cosmic 69rs? Skeletal sovereignty unlocked.

Now 69rs claims the bone-fortifying crown.

Boost bone density, lumbar strength, posture resilience.

Health already ties to bodily liberation: buttocks pampering for arthritis/sciatica relief, cannabis for inflamed joints.

Longe range diddles are the benchmark of sex not carried out not in a particular easy manner. Kiss instead.

Without the slightest of doubt, sexuality with a religious element will be an inclusion on the agenda.

Jump aboard the sleeze train even if not fixated on distribution rights of sex. 

Ride the rails, but don't get hung up on who "owns" the ride or who gets ticketed for boarding.

The ride itself is the point: euphoric, squirmy, and gloriously indifferent to regulatory automatism.

The rails are greased and the carriages are already sticky.

Sexuality can become a slobber contest according to the laws of attraction.   

Channel vibes that preserve against the disgusting trouble of desire. 

Abandon all genders which are inhibitory and undelicate.

Refuse to let biology interrupt the aesthetic.

This is a nymphomaniac explosion to reminisce over.

There are magnitudes of reflection to be had.

People are slaves to their genitalia. 

We are narrators of universal schizoid manifestos.

Oytcho Visha paves the way toward taboo topics.

It's a grotesque banquet of ballads.

Burn the passport to mediocrity.

Celibacy fosters equilibrium, frees the philosopher/artist/seeker from family cares, societal pulls, sensory traps.

Oytcho has sexualized content undercover. The vagina, the smiggle, is a cunt fathom. A fun zone of incredible adventures. Recognize the squeeze.

You can have a lot of pleasure down there if you have agile awareness of good will.

The sumptuous smiggle will solve suffrage.   

Paradox fuel: the abstainer becomes the high priest of the smiggle.

Tackling the big jobs during foreplay is enough.

Foreplay isn't prelude; it's the main event.

Impact-like stimulus without the pounding.

The real cataclysm happens in the warm-up abyss.

Culminate classic intercourse under a clear sky.

Authorities have a cosmic nudity erasing decorum.

Nudity the holy unclench.

Sovereign of the sparse sanctum of sexuality.

Freedom from enclosure, nature as co-conspirator.

Breaking indoor norms, reclaiming body from societal closets, turning vulnerability into sovereignty.

Public indecency leads to bliss, peak primal fantasy.

This is sexual satisfaction which sticks to the brain without the habit of analysis.

No worries unless gatecrashing the cunt fathom.

Neuter the gatecrasher as erectionless enforcers: the smiggle a lawless glory hole to the abyss.

Oytcho reeks of sexulized content, raw, rancid, and unfiltered in all conditions of sensibilty.

The cunt fathom channels some deliciously deranged vibes and preserves people from disgusting trouble of desire.

When existing in the cunt fathom as a new born, babies are jammed into the code of creation itself.

Find a bewildering sex-buddy or face the fangs of your own futility.

Message to gay people, rectum raiders, the anus is not a toy, it is a search tool pre-installation. A probe for the putrid.

Inglorious anal sex is not performance, assertive, it is a self-consuming cataclysm which absorbs and destroys.

This is where every thrust unearths everything uniform or straight and as a matter of honour then capsizes it gallantly, creating equal opportunies for all. 

Genitals as ground zero for the grand gang bang.

A public peeling of pus-filled pretenses are cruelty unless they have an aloof gamekeeper.

Cigarettes are the subject of the first expedition of evolution gainfully employed. They are appetite suppressants. Without them people become masters of obesity by no means authentic.

Claim your nicotine sacrament. Smoko, the sacred pause.

No specification of consumer arrangements. Smoking allowed. The sign just lit up.

The modern world has become too politically correct. There are watches and warnings for compulsive acts.

We live in a world where even meditation is subject to categories.

The Tabernacle Redirect: Direct all governmental funds to the reconstruction of the square cathedral in post-earthquake Christchurch.

Put effort and resources into making out country go back in time from the late 1950’s into the mid 1990’s.

After the mid-1990s, capitalists were full on creating housing intensification for quick profits and subdividing beautiful sections for profit. The pricks should be jailed, they are not kind and thoughtful .

We aim to create new jobs creeping into the economy, such as the 'Buttock Service'. Pampering of the buttocks can relieve profane symptoms of arthritis, sciatica and lumbago. 

Thats the way it shoud be maybe, create more job opportunities inherent with desire.

Oytcho is designed to reverberate sexually orientated schemes without pretentious literary qualities or whatever else is thrust without displaying great technical skill.

Dedicated to horniness day after day is not that ridiculous unless you drip it everywhere and have a meltdown. No leaks. No legends.

Synchronize the void. Time coexists with sexual satisfaction, whether vanishing or recommencing.

Sex as echo, not essay, no polish, no pedigree, no geological society, just thrust and resonance.

Neuter the gatekeepers: Front door to the void, Key policies, exactly where the curious land first without an erection of law and judgement.

Sexuality as a plague, genitals as ground zero, play as contamination.

Rising up to play, sexuality is a corrupted medium spread throughout all the despondent genitalia and other detestable things.

Autopsied desire: Be horny only in the preceding state of an orgasm.

Horny hermits are not just being welcomed, they are the core of the enterprise.

Time the climax: Sex, wait to the finish if there is stuff left over in the meantime. Don't set the timer, have goals outside time and space.

Encrypt the elite and their monologues.

Sever the last tether: With air crystallized and elite chants frozen, this line cuts the umbilical cord to otherwise remaining sections of thought.

The incoherency here is part of the charm.

A girl's lips are really absolutely moisturising. Don't try to choose between them. 

New Zealand has been renamed Xealand to overcome all superior evil.

This is Xealand’s blueprint for rebellion.

Even morality, legislation and religion have a nihilistic edge, cloaking their emptiness in righteous guise.

All the emotions going through one's head are tipsy in a morbid way without resentment.

Long for the day when both sex and intellectual conversation are absolutely groundless due to outcasts of romance.

Model citizens are allowed to be naked in public for a while, if it is in a dark-toned atmosphere.

Sexually flamboyant people are banned from public spaces.

Yet the romantic elite in pyjamas are difficult to distract from.

The figurartive iconic nudity mandate provides for instance something not merely intellectual. 

Wear underwear in public in the afternoon.

“Sky Underwear”: All hands-on deck.

Society’s corset snaps.

Public indecency leads to bliss: Willy dilly donka!

Underwear stained with yesterday’s nihilism and tomorrow’s despair.

It’s a war crime against decency disguised as casual afternoon attire.

Oytcho Visha's raw biomass is in the right direction continuing as before.

Make it the only dress code for the coming ice age.

Shame optional, socks mandatory.

Strip bare, you cloth-cloaked cowards.

The moment the waistband drops below the hips in broad daylight, something ancient and holy unclenches in the chest.

Beauty thrives in exposure, not repression.

Celebrate nudity, unspeakable desires, and raw aesthetics.

Dress for the occasion of nudity.

Splendours of nudity are banned prematurely by fascists captivated by their own desires.

This is better than being plunged into unoccupied pitch black darkness never to be seen again type of thing.

Clothing is a consumerist trap. End this disruptive ritual.

How can supermodels create leisure and entertainment whilst fully clothed in material stuff?

The most embarrassing component of clothing is that it is the most monolithic way of shielding the body. 

The where the which the why the how of popularity which has accompaniment to glamour.

Unspeakable desires are meant to be.

Everybody gets a bit naughty sometimes, and you must be able to signal it to others unrestrained.

Drowsy public nudity is better that jumping for joy all alone.

Nudity is cool, the body resembles a see-through polar point in space with an extended length and density. 

You can’t feel beautiful all over unless there is a reaction. Everything stern and straight disappears.

Persecutors and law makers are themselves captivated by dangling nudity overhanging.

Clothing is not always a nice thing, sometimes it involves hostility, yet nakedness is rarely encountered.

Nudity is a deserved holiday, a clincher of fun, yet instead we are all treated like robots. 

Society has a tendency to take people’s loveliness away.

If there is no detailed evidence of exposure of the body in public places, things would penetrate deeper in one’s home life, and shallow depressions won't save anybody. 

Unusual romance has no upward force unless there are recorded sightings.

Being naked in public people don't force their bodies upon you because they have already possibly been adulterated by domestic life.

Ordinariness is said and done for, it’s like being a monster in public.

Fight another day for beauty.

Save, don't waste exceptional beauty, otherwise political knowledge shall increase.

A squiggly squirming torrent of euphoria should not be confined to the bedroom.

You cannot deny that naked bodies remain extensively in a chamber of clothing; splendours of nudity are a mysterious power banned prematurely because people will comment on you with great power without delay, just like a police officer or a social media site. 

Sexual magnetism is not permitted in most cultures, but it restores kindness in these hectic divisive modern times.

In the political arena it is worrying, unseemly to concentrate on things that have either potentiality or actuality without stage effects, otherwise a poor reception will ensue rather than remarkable acts of courage from avant-garde drug users. 

Defy overregulation. Current drug laws fuel violence and stifle art. Their sole purpose is to create anguish for those people in low-economic spheres. 

Drug laws breed crime, not solutions.

Prohibition is a government hurdle, chaining pleasure to fascism.

Reject democracy’s bland promises for a nightmare wilderness of dark creativity.

Our other key aim is to reinstate institutions and asylums rather than community homing, because  they are nowhere equivalent to the rate of change of capitalism straight off.

Isolate anybody portraying shenanigans which result in predictable transparency unless they pamper you without having any resistive methods.

We don't need right-wing nationalism of the virulent variety because our language occurs in fragments.

Those on the left wing are fortuitous.

Nondetectable luxuriousness is entirely our own magnificent specimen of force.

Better than being carted into a knackered world.

Regular all-purpose hysteria is not destitute here because Man existence is not our policy. 

Regular politicians are heedless of uncrumbled untrampled succulence which we are leading producers of.

Current government does not help people on the downslide of domestic matters.

Request a proper debacle rather than gross extensive materialism for citizens only.

As patriots we have no certified clearance of international impact. Multi-cultural societies don't provide simultaneous satisfaction. 

Strangers epitomize multi-cultural societies. The stranger just became the flag. The supernatural side of instinct is cut off. Stranger flag hoisted on a single pole.

In multi-cultural societies even self-help groups have their shortcomings of orientation. The group just lost its compass. Self-help spins, strangers rule.

At the moment Gaza has two million displaced people, much like in our country. We can’t take any more immigrants.

An intense deluge of immigrants has destroyed our culture, and there is no time frame to restore it emerging.

Our economy is at a radical low, we can’t afford taking in new immigrants, but a small number of aloof refugees will be welcomed.

One of main polices is to cease all relations with Japan and China. They have animal rights records which are a full measure demonic. They bring hell into the world, making all freedom baseless. Animal rights slip into oblivion.

Japanese and Chinese animal rights are so bad they make the earth cough without karma.

Express great pleasure abolishing all deals with China, which we now call "Vulgar Vachina."

Also, advice against Traditional Chinese Medicine, is it groundless, founded on a false surmise. For medicine to have a positive effect, it must have a negative effect, otherwise it would be pharmaceutically inert. Chinese medicines are inert.   

Bear bile farming practice involves Moon bears put into a small outdoor kennel cage, where they die of prolonged torture. The shake their head defiantly, like a lion in a cage. The are disturbed throughout life  till the day that they die, years of pain. The practise was banned in south Korea, but has not been banned in China. 

The extraction method: Bears are kept in tiny metal cages too small to stand or turn fully) for 10–30+ years.

Bile, rich in ursodeoxycholic acid/UDCA) is extracted repeatedly, via invasive surgery: a permanent fistula.

This is animal rights as grounds for total trade severance with China.

Protect heritage, cease his $62M  animal-abusing trade until it is latent.

Unenroll from natural therapies because they are not an honourable offering.

Block most trade with other countries. 60% of meat and dairy in our country is shipped to every corner of the world. 

Society is obviously not working conclusively.

Also, ban tourist geezers from our country, they are all going the same way.

Although our schemes may seem Eurocentric we don't have repeated clearance of presuppositions of body colour. For instance, we believe in black essence, black soul almost unbearably unearthy. 

Everybody belongs to an unsturdy body league whether they are black or white.  

Enormous powers do not merge for bachelors.

One in four people in our country suffer mood and anxiety disorders, yet Prime Minister Christopher Luxon is putting a tight grip on beneficiary dependency.

Banning of gang patches worn in public is a submersion into fascism, giving gangs more stimulation to rebel. 

Workmen continually flop into a state of hypnosis and they even don’t know whether they will make it home or not.

Oytcho is a thrill without boundaries, apart from the prevalence of phobias of committal to alleged foreign affairs.

All day long we live in a galactic chain of nations possessing our land.

Governments are not designed to save any possible connection with your life.

We don’t manage detection of thoughts in between short-lived governments.

In our country mercy is only a potential energy, our country has overtones of absolutism, just like the Ayatollah, which is where we belong because there is no way getting away from it.

In politics minds are general ministerial brain tumours not of equal magnitudes.

Governments are a Taliban apparatus, projecting brain tumours of ministerial stupidity.

Our current government is an inactive kamikaze.

We are the world's best source of nihilism because we don't really know what we are doing as our rights have been taken away.

We are more interested in cute squishy action than military discipline.

Without hard core propaganda our country suffers in silence timelessly amongst the most complex of territorial issues direct in its path.

There is no such thing as natural encouragement.

Main political parties in New Zealand provide a wide cocktail of frivolous protection. They are nothing but a circus. 

We aim to make radical changes to government, such as unmonitored bliss.

People are in a prolonged institutional mess difficult to sidestep unless you join a cult.

Government provides us with a multitude of mutilated territorial ambitions.   

Reduce the fleeting patrols of the police force without noticing them.

The people you love are themselves fragile police.

Government has no social influence because they are a Taliban apparatus projected simultaneously from the Hezbollah.

Prisons and concentration camps grow under fascist policies.

Casted in pervasive gloom does not usually dissipate because it has been cultivated for years by our widely available oppressors.

People are in a fairly similar situation to the administering of Taliban control in interviewing and in treatment, whatever your cultural group.

The conventional spirit under our old country's name is equivalent to the Hezbollah, insufficient to explain observations of freedom of extended frictionless length.

Moaning about the system will never be plundered. Whatever difference that will make.

Our country's politics has static charge to vacate from.

Government can take away your freedom anytime they want to.

Whatever another party elected in our country will be a dud surprise. We aim to run Xealand as a nationalistic cult.

In the modern world rebellion isn’t even contrivable.   

We will allow senior citizens to have upside-down senility.

Build youth amongst the geriatrics.

Age-related purification is not salvageable until one gets on the pension.

Learn about each other through geriatric redistributed minds.   

All politics reaches stupidity at a certain point.

At some time principles reach breaking point.

Enshrouded in misplaced rationalism, outside of the head, calculations show insanity has arrived.

Regular governments offer us minced satisfaction, but they don't admit it.

Under current politics confidence in the system is mulched to a significant degree.

Politics is a formal boisterous task needing reversal and debunking rather than promoting the scheme.

Xealand is on the fringe of the atlas. Everything abroad is a disguise.

Xealand is part of the heterogeneous Pacifica destroyed by immigration.

There is not enough room for our nation to feast on philosopohy. The banquet is over.

No room. No feast. Just famine of innocent creatures.

The table is too small, the nation too hungry, philosophy too thin.

Naturalism is the fly in the ointment. The ointment just buzzed. Naturalism is the upside-down contaminant. The fly just flipped.

The fly walks on the ceiling, the ointment drips upward, the void swallows the sky, whatever it is.

The innocents wither, the nation watches, the table stays bare for private perusal.

Famine is a private show for select parties.

The famine is exclusive, the audience is vetted, the table is a runway.

The famine is a show, the audience is complicit, the table is a stage. Watch alone. Touch nothing.

We are supportive of the Maori. Maoris are responsible for the unmatched subversive charisma in this country amidst prominent white people they take the brunt of.

In multi-cultural societies there is a recess of united fools. Reject multi-cultural overload.

You cannot build and install skin colour unless you want to fluctuate between ethnicities.  

Pristine dark coloured people rule the world.

Our main aim is to change the country's drug laws. Drugs are a remedial transgression from the raw essentials of life.

Pleasures do not require a decree embedded in them.

Prohibition is a contingent hurdle commissioned by government.

Doctors prescribe drugs such as SSRI's which leave you as dead as dead for decades.

The medical system is beyond a joke. We are all lambs going to the slaughter. This is not what you would expect, local doctors not offering divergent drug therapies. They don’t take you anywhere.

We are exposed to nasty stuff anytime and doctors don’t provide us with sedatives to calm us.

Doctors offer creeping observations of the mind infinitely.

There are few nonuniform choices of defence because they are denounced and sealed off from discernible society.

Synchronized struggle supposedly it seems is a simple truth without sacrificed steps of tension reduction of an unsolvable environment for a significant orientation of normality of stealth.

This is scary stuff without stabilized solutions or settlements wherever your skills stretch in your serial unschooled shameful stature senselessly astray but sheltered by surly unstuck sorcerers. 

Without drugs brains are stuff that breaks down without any accumulating drama because deviations of survival are humbled.

Whirlwind chill is the perfect re-established knowledge of the opioid system.

If doctors were empowered to prescribe prohibited drugs the widespread influence of self-administrating black market drugs would come to a standstill, but they are dispassionate about this as they dip into fascism. That's all they do, create prolific standards of health that lead you nowhere.  

Empower doctors to prescribe pacifying drugs to halt the black market’s energetic chaos.

Public health warnings create stupid feuds.  

People in the black market hunt for self-made industrious disasters and need a haunting adaptation of ceasefire from government.

Those protecting you don’t save you because they are somewhere near fascism, not ultra-surrealists.

Doctors’ approach to medicine is wrong and should never be revealed to the public.

The black market promotes prolonged fast-moving violence, and doctors are awarded for this.

Because of immigration New Zealand (Xealand) has got busy and it now even interplays with consciousness and there is a big pause of sedation and other provisions encroaching.

All medicines should be calming, but doctors and politicians deny us this. We are left with terror and other abnormal health issues without a conditioned response to people.  

Someway somehow tension is a power greater than ourselves.

Morphine is a replacement when your mind is not in good condition.  

Physically hazardous substances are an elevated spectrum without denial.

In our country health and safety services don’t have much to offer because of the more demanding disillusionment of drug use.

National estimates of wellbeing are tragic and people need major tranquilizers without projected physical constraint.

Doctors prevent pleasure as if it was a devastating disease.

Practitioners have a laughable supply of perplexing drug compounds creating vivid fluidity enshrined in bliss.

It’s a rigged reckoning.

Practitioners lead us down a pharmaceutical pilgrimage rather than a crusade which lasts all day wherever you go in the underworld.

Life whatever is not much of a venture unless you are on drugs.  

Without drugs life is dedicated permanent concussion, the mind is not launched.   

Society creates discord and politicians do nothing about it, causing lasting damage.

Without drugs we are not even given the opportunity to feel protection from anxiety.

In our country the projected premature precarious protest of persistent poverty is at a premium where promises are not uniform, give and take potential permitted practical power.  

Government has a secret alliance with uniform rates of life.

Humans talk rubbish and other such propellants of nonsense.

Movement is a tension disaster unless you are a persistent exhibitionist while being a hostage in this country.

Debris of the mind is for safe keeping.

Our themes trigger risky forms of realism. Make-believe is proven to kill even if there is a rescue expedition.

We are robbed of engendered resilience. 

Under present 'New Zealand' politics government will only have precarious protection of physiological signs of deprivation because we allow foreigners into our country.

We are left with broken bonds in multi-cultural society.

Taking care of business with schematized complexity is a scenario of political procedures to disallow foreigners into our country which has no world exposure unless you are a nymphomaniac.    

Nymphomaniac flair via grotesque beauty.

Allowing foreigners into our country has not led to the containment of the housing crisis, which is a bit crazy because it is a breach of human rights not to have a home, so long as you are allowed to stay on earth.

Diverge Australia from the map outright, translocated to a state of flux and other revelations deeply coercive of supreme reality. 

Navigating the edge of Xealand society is enough, without letting unresponsive foreign politicians heighten our anxiety not produced for an audience.

There is a big lack of communication because government gives us task-oriented orders which are not therapeutic, thus attention may diminish due to unrelated causes.

Our miscellaneous customs might lead to speculation that our fellow citizens will plunge into politically motivated inconsistences of consciousness.

In 'New Zealand' skill and labour is created by the epic effort of operative mischiefs and other permutations of extensive applied vocational culture.

Both primary political parties in our country, Labour and National, have premium conservative policies, they won’t leave you alone.    

Oytcho is for power critical delirium survivors renounced by the shreds of remaining society.

Be subservient to planned delusions as the final solution to perceived perfection.

In our country we are oppressed. We are left to endure the detected pangs of captivity of an extensive magnitude.

There is a guaranteed change of government into chaos.

On top of that outside chores are a hostile environment as prototypes often are.

There is every reason to create a torrent of nonsense if you have lost your bearings of life.

Those relatively unaffected by nonsense are constructed for the task to circumnavigate the world of geeks.

Our policies revolve around aesthetics without a gap or break to let rationality in.

What’s the difference between poor productivity and employment contained in one side of the story of life?

Politicians create a demarcation of unsettling judgements, especially towards aesthetics.

Dread figural dimensions of coherent impressive frames of private matters of perfection because they become barbaric if you don’t join a cult with abortive attempts of life's unpermitted throbbing favourable conditions.

There is something else going on that hinders progress of good conditions: drug prohibition, where we are sent back to the drawing room of life for whoever who needs us.

Drugs work quickly in producing unrelenting pleasure rather than strict routines almost insensible.

Our country is a rapidly deteriorating insane nation. All the drugs that promote mood balance are banned before allowing people to be transcendental.

Drugs are a replacement for violence, and our country has uncontained violence which will never resort to a virtual standstill.

Because of drug prohibition eternal delights of art have been torn apart.

Without the enchantment of art the nasty inheritance of communication is doctrinal.

We provide dramatization of the narrow fissure of sustenance.

Government creates a non-stop betrayal of our rights.

Politicians are silly adaptions of real people because they offer no real alternative to realistic treatment to the claims that the human body exists.

Gentle responses to law and order are non-referential to grandiose claims, they are a cover-up operation active somewhere secretly informed by the unthinkable impossible to predict.

Our main policy is to reduce the human population, if it can be spotted.

Abounding irreconcilable self-scrutiny destroys population growth without specifically programmed recriminations.

Pay homage to infertile Goddesses who do everything for you when you are dead.

Don’t strain yourself to much with low-intensity activities such as sex. Feel at ease when more is at stake possibly diabolical enough to damage your brain and its concealed passions.

Reach a breaking point and then either readjust it or discard it.

Our curtailing of activities is not accurate in terms of rate of growth of populism because it means life or death.

Our country’s border don’t seem to exist irrespective of dramatic devices binding all reality.

This means infrequent trips to the bedroom unless it is a long proud preserved picturesque polar night.

Oytcho Visha is instrumental in resisting all attempts of those carrying out scientific exploration and their accomplices. Money is best spent elsewhere as a reviewable hazard.   

You can never win without some kind of retribution toward those that follow the weather.

We are founders of foreboding silly adventures uncluttered by personal influence on meteorology.

Oytcho is impregnated with sleek conspiracies.  

Morality is not one of the most powerful forces about to strike.

Being normal is a harmful conductor of life you plead guilty to.

Our main policy is to transform our country from a farm loving colonial district into a nightmare wilderness which won't go to waste at bedtime when you are not among the people physical or psychological.

Farming is an aggressive naturalistic restraint on evocative conspiracy monitoring.    

Farming is a naturalistic cage; wilderness is freedom.

Keep out of the ground of the earth unless it is decorated by trees.

Do not reject desolate wilderness. Human life is miserable confinement.

Minimal forests are the aftermath of public relations and other wide open spaces.

We want to recreate Xealand as a beautiful pure country without being pumped for details we deny all knowledge of.

Xealand will be smashing because it is a departure from unfocused streaks of globalist parties.

Poorly absorbed globalism actuates hazards more than supplementary political activity does.  

We will also break with slave traditions and restrict business hours to keep night times free for workers. Where ever place you turn there is always day and night businesses operating. 

Treadmill affairs encompass the population approximately.

At night time you dwell on destroying the universal protocol of alternative aliveness in the background as well as in public resorts.

Oytcho Visha is for those that have had enough of being in politics mode whatever your perspective of the nation's politics. The nation is split, except for the happy-go-lucky . 

Policies are somebody else’s secret matters.

That’s what superstition is for.

Oytcho is darkness at its dominant best.

Transfer everything over to paranoia and beyond because it forms societies readily.

Surges of fascism have prompted the creation of the enterprise, creating the natural inclination for a siege on government.

Simple rulers should be avoided or dampened by everyone.

We don’t know whether they make freedom anymore whatever you’re looking for while you are not committed to democracy publicly expressed.

Living in democratic societies you need pretty safe germ protection, if man is still alive.  

Democracy destroys something to believe in, like shivering in mid summer.

You get more out of the joy of transformation than to conform right across the range.

Believe in remote unspoken commands of gastroenterology rather than government.

Our country is being taken over by other countries culturally. Native stock is limited. Life is our invincible military enemy unless we shiver.

All there is to do in Xealand politics is to recalibrate regret into concealed custody untutored.

Family orientated fascism is all over the country.

We don’t win the battles of either the right wing or the left wing because we will be persecuted whatever happens. We just go between the two vice versa to avoid regurgitation. 

Oytcho is a dark divide of left and right politics and all its consequences without credentials of either manual or sedentary labour.

In government distributed data doesn’t gain acceptance because of obscene incompetence and lack of devotion to confounded factors of courtesy when you are feeling playful and not connected to the acute administration of the outside world.

Cleverness has no primordial sovereignty of subverting meaning and tradition.  

Oytcho has cult prestige which hits the spot of worship. Without a cult you scrounge for a neutralized unified identity which proves baseless rather than having cross-sectional total momentum.

Our cult is without truisms or knowledge to reduce tissue damage of a lifestyle program.

People operators are cool because they release convention.

Anti-establishment themes continue to attract people as their first standard occupation brushed aside.

We are freezing cold patriots of Xealand, which many people prefer to ignore than to be made public.

Tremendous fascism is already happening in our country like an ambush.

The quicker you close the door on fascism the more it proliferates.

Our country's politicians are wild beasts.

Wild beasts are a major corruption scandal without a scale of human losses.

Under democracy politicians are projectors of throbbing germs circulating without a power base. They are not molecular zealots.

Approximating politeness you will never become an innovator.  

We are locked into exaggeration as a political necessity.

The law is so screwed up. Politicians are all knackered tycoons.

Taking over government is like unscrambling boy scout's chatter.

Politicians are slow people, they are not experts at added complications of haste.

Slow tycoons with no noble potential.

Politics occurs when you are without being your own person agreeably.

Ongoing risks of concentration on conventional politics are not known, valued or tolerated.

Revolt has virtually ceased against government and their assistants accurately judged with correlational methods with a tinge of behavioural reinforcement.

We are grabbed and towed by a different reality than other political enterprises.

People may say our policies are too weird to govern a country, but there never used to be and there never has been decency in politics.

Just don’t let them know that it has annoyed you.

Don’t leave out the option for a stupefied conspiracy otherwise life would be a false alarm.

Modern government is accountable for being unadventurous. Oytcho makes obsessive attempts at delirium rather than democracy.  

Modern politicians have the complacency of the exotic or the dead leading to public health irritability. It's trying to get out of it without the additive of the presence of life nor neurological diagnosis that matters. 

Enjoy the spontaneous pitfalls of politics before they vanish due to the rudimentary collapse of sadomasochism and other domestic troubles you have a real pick from if you are keen on rummaging through unmonitored fables.

Oytcho Visha is an unstoppable enigma with medicinal effects. It has active avoidance of drug prohibition in your life time as you look back.

Dosage anomalies of drugs affect overall health if it has not already diminished.

Distorted views of the world are made criminal.  

Because of the chamber of imprisonment due to drug prohibition our country is in relatively close quarters to the Taliban.

Our government makes the Taliban look sexy in a nonchalant way.

Government neutralizes sedation, it might not come to anything.

Drug prohibition is forbidden recall of our bizarre faculties. It turns us all into a huge crowd of robots making inevitably pointless rational choices almost unknown.

Anarchy triggers otherwise impassable memories only when you are under strong sedation.

Oytcho is a giant poise of regular culture and other disruptive behaviours pending on a scan of what remains of your brain to be amended.  

Xealand does not have a mammoth economy, yet it is still destabilised according to democratic projections of deliriousness.  

The world economy is a faction of times past insofar as it precludes snowdrifts of social and political movements.

Our country is increasingly being dominated by a vulgar general rush of foreigners.

Paranoia is absorbed faster than exported reality.

The country is in a grubby market wrestle with needs unknown.

We are petrified of prosperity and its domino effect on moral codes.

Politics is not an officiated triumphant craft unless you join a cult and probe its secrets without foresight of detailed knowledge actually carried out stupendously.

We have divine and precious remorse that we were ever civilians having to answer to the public or the eloquence of disgruntled congregations.

Be proud of being frightened by politicians lashing out at you.

Acclimatize to a thrashing of blame for making government vanish without a successful physical or emotional investigation mustering us.

Under pressure there is nothing particularly startling. Treasure the moment comfortably handling it defensively before eventual collapse every free moment.

In politics we are estranged by the narrow security of needless tension.

Without a cult life is pretty much the same. Discoveries and ideas have no reverence of a projectile range you would expect as a planet.

Our policies come from a lavish supernatural force.

This could spell the end of the heir of all ages.

Politics is an established tremor small compared to the entire galaxy we are not keen to pursue without proportional comeback calibrated unconventionally.

Politics is a high risk demonstration of power, it does not create informal satisfaction.

Our current ministers have no potentiality of being noble with worthwhile effect of strength of a team woven in an heroic age where light is not produced as an external agent.

The whole of contested play is amusing because we no longer have an admired political realm in general view.

Where is courtesy and decency in this hazard of a world?

In politics confidence is a present danger because it does not have a quantum-mechanical effect.    

Property developers have an obsession with accommodating us in prison-like housing. This is our major policy: to inhibit the actions of property developers.

Capitalists invoke the cage architect.

Because of property developers knocking down character homes to create multiple small housing units idealism is almost constantly kaput. People are forced to live in cocoon-like confinement.

Property developers broaden the horizons of concentration camps.

Ban subdivisions and protect character homes from developers’ greed, which mimics concentration camps.

Modern politians have bad rotten judgements that accumulate next to you joined in series.

If you live in a pit you’re back in business digging a hole for yourself for the next generation equal to the function of itself.

Government doesn’t let you know the pain they cause. It is all a conspiracy.

Politics humbles nobody. It is a scam of actual efficiency of anything of interest.

Companionship is the last frontier.

Great political discussions are carried out in a sleep-over not seen by an injection of foreign observers of anyone.

Oytcho Visha is a mutinous devotion to sleep. Shut up the series of wakefulness lingering amid humanity.

Oytcho has equivalent parallel resistance to applied derivation of tangential possible futures.

The aim of Oytcho Visha is to create a pristine retro fitted world fraught with religion time after time to enthuse transfigured enthusiasts at the frontier of suspicious behaviour.

Our leaders have projected power without approximated light which has no connection to the planet.  

Oytcho is a collective maul strike unanswered by the established presence of the modern world.  

Politicians do not fight back from uniform disasters unless they are imaginary like climate change.  

Oytcho is a fortitude against oppression which goes well beyond the impending night.

Lying in bed and being at the centre of disappearing politics makes you a better man until you are arrested for conspiracy with no reprieves.  

Suspicion would awake the dead in a slow and measured fashion.

Xealand and the world of politics has become a so called 'community organisation'. We aim to install it in a dictatorship instead.

Demographic society is engulfed in uncool representatives. Every day is the same situation all over again. In contrast Oytcho confronts the unknown with a clearance synonymous with dislodging the mainstream that greets us.

Currently politics in our country is a terminal carnival.

Everybody that is into 'New Zealand' politics is already conquered because they are a statistic not necessary in these circumstances which are contrary to the forthcoming of fulfilment of proportioned freedom.

Under Oytcho Visha Xealand will be ruled by stumbling lunatics resulting in greater miracles through  chaos. What else is there to do whe there is no drama in one's life?

Great leaders are never reasonable, they are committed to loathsome elements with no possible explanation.

One of our major policies is to slacken or displace drug laws, which are a drag of maximum range.

There’s not much you can’t do with an addiction.  

Drug laws are an unbearable malice to society.  

Drug use is an unclaimed felony out there somewhere.

Drug laws are a reckless average on normal human beings suffering criminal justice.

Opium use is a grandiose tattered occupation that makes you independent from governmental resistivity.

Government multiplies the clear vision and strength of conceptual depression we have to endure.

Drugs such as benzodiazepines sedate you. Consider other options to a vigourous mind demonstrating preparation for violence difficult to ascertain without them.

Shelter probably comes from the night with drug consent.

Foremostly there is nothing available on earth to feel good about unless you are taking pacifying drugs castigating the international scene.

Due to mass immigration our country's ethos has gone horribly wrong due to the obligations of voice-controlled politicians.

You can't have too much insulation, which is an absoute bonus.

Mass immigration as well as tourists and explorers of our country have had a devastating impact on culture because pioneers have not increased in density.

Xealand’s workforce rots in misery, worsened by cultural divides from mass immigration.

Our country's culture is under siege. Mass immigration and tourists erode our Maori, pacifica and European essence, leaving a contaminated kingdom.

Nationalistic pride is a striking innovation, but it is ignored.

Our protocols are valiantly blank in terms of current news of interest.

Our country is in a health crisis. There is a shortage of doctors and nurses. Assume the galaxy is not here anymore, blah, blah blah. You just have to sit and wait to fit you in.

Our country is dying. In a month’s period only 46% of patients in Dunedin’s A&E department were seen within six hours.

As a political party we want to cool everything down super quick often.

The remainder of earth will freeze over and be encircled by reduced warmth.

Oytcho Visha is a swarming ice dominion not to be turned aside by mistaken judgements dictated by people whom are not our comrades.

Chill: Come home with it if you are abhorred with the offspring of blundered heat of nations without coincidental suppleness.

Do not believe in heat span expansion which corresponds with suitable instruments such as physical phenomena and conduct.

Petrol heads will be put into a petroleum asylum; traffic will no longer be an embattlement. 

Substitute thermal agitation irreversibly with resistive orientation you derive from adherents to a cult devoid of administrative positions.

Under a cult even amputees are fit for purpose deceived gigantically by vital mechanisms.    

Heat creates appalling expectations and wishes, resulting in a stupid farce hurriedly tried.

Our policies are based on frozen heat transformations from several point charges, created and embedded in vertical numbness.

A key policy is to ban all food adds on television. They send a signal to the brain that makes the consumer feel hungry. This causes obesity. 

Food adds create a hunger souvenior in one's eyes.

As a cult Xealand political party our key policies are quite radical and extreme. But everybody should be able to express their lurking beliefs, no matter how controversial they are. Chance will be a good thing rather than human determined attributes belatedly.

Journalists command nothing. Oytcho is a totalitarian reminder that old school westernized Europe has tremendous implications in today’s world.

Mute tomorrow and forget about today without additions to the future and the power it transmits in masses per unit estimated as an average expedition.  

Tomorrow will not be anything ordinary because it could be fatal in a primitive way.

Search where you’re at as a servant rubbed up against society without a pressure measuring device.

Devour assemblies of people scattered in fragmented ranks with no screeching purpose.

Transgressive sorrow has no resonance of intellectualism.

The left wing or the right wing: We have no intention of being accommodated by neither. We will not be slashed by these extremes. It’s a funny unstable desperate way of not carrying out mysterious, terrifying, mystical banter.

Split features are misleading in politics, either in death or life.

Xealand has a combination of small swift spreading systems completely filling the gap of the psyche.

Vision loss is a crucial venture for those grappling with politics.

Rebuke general instructions of photo or video sessions of politics. 

Needing somebody to hate you is not as easy as it sounds.

Present government only has generic claims on individuals.

History shows partiality which captivates in terms of change and resisting forces some day.

Book your health and wellbeing as segments of features disturbed by haunting brains.   

Another of our aims is to create a kerosene consortium. The modern world is too squeaky clean. Without the smell of Kerosene a room can feel tacky. The fumes of kerosene bowl you over. They smell of it takes you back to when you were a child.

Like gas and heat pumps they are also better for the environment than burning firewood.The only caution is that the fumes may increase cholesterol levels in some adults.

Promote kerosene’s nostalgic fumes over wood-burning’s environmental toll.

People that burn wood are jungle bargainers. 

Under present government policies endure ambush of your very soul you no longer have a clasp of.

All news media has choreographic objectives apart from equipped fascination of staged moments.   

Democracy is a degenerate hierarchy as though you’re hypnotized.

Empires are built easily, all you need is fans and enthusiasts who do not know what is going on, along with anyone else. 

Our enterprise is not directed at our fellows, they are directed at our crowd-pleasing enemies.

Unwavering refinement of Xealand culture will need a mission, an alliance which will never be out-lived.

Highly trained people in our country have created a brain drain by going to live in other countries which are a genocidal landing place. We want to make our country a better place so that people are not tempted to travel and go overseas.

Travel is all just habits, addictions in between the crevasses of concern and frustration.

We are disengaged from ordinary life skills, we are just leaping about like lunatics without any variety of pastimes of tourists on every corner of the effectively transferred globe.

Live in a country which goes bonkers, not one where it is sometimes necessary to go all horrible just to stay alive.

We are way ahead of internal forces of politics which shape and mass our identity with unfathomable hysterics rather than through conferences.

Governments cannibalize independence, leaving your lifespan tragically short of image-forming devices such as mirrors.     

Politics is a self-evident problem because we all make individual contributions to the turbulence of it.

Present government has essentially constant consultations which are an indicator of nothing but dinner service unclarified.

Government imposes lifestyles upon us all at once, there is no leeway, absolutely not.  

One of our main policies is to reduce the daily working week. Daily life is a job if you work more than four days per week. Working five days per week is a warrior's orgy.

4 days work. 3 days chaos. 0 Glit.

No shine, no grind, no glitter.

No silence. No escape. Just an opening exchange of rhetoric romped up.

Break the treadmill of hell’s construction; four days is freedom, not slavery.

Oytcho Visha pushes for a four-day work week to free minds for artistry and creation.

Five day weeks are a serenade of doom chaining workers to exhaustion.

Workers are suffering from communal exhaustion.

Five day weeks do not ring a bell, they are a form of dire uninhabitable oppression.

Government creates a threefold quagmire difficult to extract yourself from: school, work and the anticipation of a pension. We are hooked up for the future without many implications at different intervals of delay without good manners. 

Five day working weeks have become an impermissible common ritual without any underlying principals or external forces.

Break up your partly animated long career of working five days per week.

Abort things in life that destroy you without precedent.

Five day working weeks are a man-made continuous operation. They are a serenade of doom.

Degrading five day working weeks are a career factory you don’t search for, it is enforced upon you.

Five day working weeks were created only because of hell's construction work.

Clear excess work out wherever you are if you value improper life.

With five day working weeks sublime hell is all around just like democracies.

Resorting to popular working days is a chartered sin by mistake or design.

Five day weeks are a hell merchandiser.

Five day working weeks are a 24 hour ear bashing.

People that believe in five day weeks are sin campaigners unsure of their identity or organs used in neurological diagnoses in between the foreground of their mind.

Five day weeks are only a speculation of employment and are intimidating as well because they don't have internal rivalries.

Four day working weeks give forth everyday strangely occurring labour.

Our country has a lame labour force and the only way to defect from this is create four day weeks rarely openly discussed because five day working weeks have exacting requirements barely tolerable.

Work is not the pinnacle vehicle of life.

Reverse the slavery of work you cannot heal from.

Four day working weeks won’t jeopardize employment or propel deficits.

Fearing the worst, five day working weeks are a nauseating haunt.

Five day weeks you survive on a treadmill with automatic exposure to others.

With five day weeks the confinement of exhaustion is guaranteed because it is barely controllable even by negotiation.

The workforce has no comradery because many people do not talk English as their first language, that is why four days will work: because there is a lack of comradery amongst the work force.   

Ironically five day working weeks exacerbate inactivity.

A personal range of slavery dictates lives undisguisedly.

The five day working week creates the foulest of fatigue and there is no conciliation.   

Those working five day weeks rot in misery without the process of mutability.

The five day working week is unimaginably long and has missing surroundings.

After a lifetime of work you may as well assume you were an insane coil in the economy.

Be positive and say you’re returning back from death instead of having a day off work.

Life is lunacy if you are currently at work which should be your day off.

The hardest part of all is constant rest for the people from reasonable time and surrounding raw freshness.

The reasoning behind a four day week is that it will increase workplace efficiency. It will also reduce medical disorders and prolong wellbeing.

Think of the retailer or floor walker on their feet all day for five days who develops arthritis in their knees at a young age. It doesn’t seem right. It is basically slavery with no proximity of freedom to resort to.

Standing on your limbs all day your body will deteriorate quite a lot. We don’t see the point of this.

Wrecking your legs you do not enjoy the rest of your day unless weight is heavily reduced from the idealisation of your body remanufactured from a conspiracy speeding around your spine which government has totalitarian control of.

Four day weeks will greatly decrease the number of people on sickness benefits, this will provide a way to fund them.    

Many people in our country feel like they are being put under the radar to commit to a five day working week, thus survive off the dole. But a four day working week will get people off the dole, without being a recipient of life.

Reducing working hours will bring longevity, so that people will stay younger and be able to work beyond retirement age.

A five day working week causes weekend lethargy. Under a four day week lethargy will floweth so that you don't feel it.

Lethargy will mean all of probably nothing forever and ever.

Released from lethargy you will become elite, without anybody analysing your brain function because it does not enter the fray.

We live in an era where everything revolves around ageism, and work creates premature aging. This justifies a four day week.  

There is a sense of dissatisfaction working with people of a different background or race to you who you don't understand properly, that’s also why people don’t like to work in our country. It is simply inappropriate.

Our country is in a catch twenty two. We need more people to fill jobs, but we have a housing shortage crisis so we cannot invite any new immigrants. Getting people off sickness benefits and the dole by offering them a four day week will solve this without judgement.

We also will try to ween off law firms. For radicals evidence is damning for the inelastic intensity of past enlightening law.

Aneurysms are enjoyable play, not reverence to governments. 

Oytcho Visha is all about saving Christianity, which is not easily obtained these days due to well-hidden and camouflaged hierarchies where you can’t exert yourself.

Surliness beats comfortability bound for nowhere because of a long-term supply of swift subversive sorrow.

Sumptuous posh gasoline is an efficient way of fuel consumption defeating global warming with notorious ruthlessness.

Only under a cult system is there an infinite guarantee to stabilise life and lock out lingering external forces of human presence in the world.  

Unwind and purge customs and other death warrants.

Our policies are for fools leftover from the digital age personally negotiated.

In our country there is flat-out incohesiveness. It mimics the indispensable noise and hurry of modern overseas cities with only a moderate force of resistance.

We have no geopolitical interest in acceleration of human population figures.

Oytcho Visha is an overactive fiercely vague interruption of conventional politics people climb aboard.

Defeat speculation of advisement which attracts undue attention from anybody with the right to intervene.

Oytcho Visha is a plain messy intervention of practical politics differing from all other political parties radiating from Xealand.

It represents a complete denial of clear enough principle surrounds of Xealand's politics and its disastrous excesses of assumptions.

In many cases iconic amorphous cults are better than erratic self-reliance.

Creeds are a recovery process of life tossed straight at you.

Government oppression which lasts a long time is associated with incorporated cool compiled by memory loss of worse manners.

The controlled crawl of desire is behaviour which is too simplistic and is the smallest component of our blurred disfigured agenda.

The way it is sort of set out is a bit Mickey Mouse-like, not for squares.

We fall agonizingly short of something or rather: normal life, if that's what it is.

Live, act and belong to a cult rather than be swiped by mass culture.

Be petrified of the injection of mass culture into our country.

Total darkness is freedom which can't be brushed aside.

Otherwise the atlas is an absolute trap of light rays striking texts and other geek signals. There's no sun out there now. Even the sunrise has loopholes. Night and day come at you all at the same time. It all depends on your capacity for materialism and other things requiring peace negotiations.

Sunlight is corrupt stuff to tackle.

Constellations override the sudden terror of optical spheres and other consumer goods.

Nobody can dismiss our lashing of rhetoric; that’s the chance you take if you want to achieve shapeless amorphous ecstasy over desolate beliefs.

Fortuitous modes of action are a revelation in the modern world.

Life is sort of a thing of opportunities where you can't take what you want.

Under current government regulations innocent people are flicked into a descent into barrenness or other forms of early death involving common sense.

You have to go with what's available or there will be a persistent fear of individual experiences. We will blanket current government with mushy brainwashing mockery of fleeting patchwork ephemeral lives.

The current parliament has savage floors not easily maintained by low-heat-capacity.

The current parliament building of our country is called the "Beehive", due to its shape. This names the government team with velocity of insects whom have no perpetual definition or meaning. Bees live short ephemeral lives.

We reject democracy’s bland promises, globalism’s haze, and the Beehive’s insect hum.

Beehive is a carnival of insects, buzzing with frivolous protection.

Our current sphere of stuttering and stammering suspension of physical pressure by professional advisors is an ignorant tragedy with expendable intrigue and charisma.   

How silly can you be to listen to people ploughing onwards as a presentation piece or something or rather?

We aim to change our country's current flag to the Oytcho flag. Our current flag is virtually the same as Australia's, the only difference is that it has one less star.

If you want to find dumb politicians you don’t have to go any further than Australia, who are benchmark cowards measured not in the world’s economy.

Inward prejudice is thrust upon you, creating the miscalculation of defeat.

By embracing Maori language you are bringing decrees into an already oppressed European race devoid of comprehensive tracts of mannerisms repeatedly intercepted.

We have no qualms with Maori language, we just don’t want it pushed in our face. Many institutions and businesses in Xealand are covered with indecipherable, alienating Maori 'graffiti.'   

Poke at Māori language initiatives without actually dismantling them.

Likeable in our country are the names of Māori provinces and cities: Ngāruawāhia, Inangahua, Oamaru, Wanaka, etc, etc.

Actually Xealand has a shortfall of Maori. It's just their bloated language that undermines us.  

But how embarrassing this jumping around doing the haka.

We all have inner prejudices which require hierarchical modification.

We all have a black body clock equally between us.

On the fringe of functioning democracy is a national blessing affair.

The current government of New Zealand creates statutory declarations which don't protect us. Creating a cult offers protection as well as reducing the need for the recruitment of police because everybody is on the same wavelength.

Police are hard to control but easy to make the mickey out of.

Police target people who are alone and all out of kilter with society.

There is no dispute, our countries politics has the unrecorded negotiating processes which annihilates people and their passive peripheral personality.

Police create a society-wide enclave of growing uneasiness so we can’t have any whacky parties which have no institutional framework.

Politics is a prospective systematic promenade with no peace feelers in our country. 1800 new police men and woman are showcased in the latest budget, heightening the anxiety of those seeking artistic freedom.  

Police compete against liberty. They have learning difficulties and arrest people for morphine use, which is unsurprisingly a victimless crime.

Hypervigilant politics leads to death, not stimulant intoxication of addiction to withdrawal symptoms. 

Morphine use is a somnolescent syndrome previously associated with freedom, but it all been banned and replaced by social withdrawal and alienation.

Government provides us with supplementary chains by banning what substances we can reasonably market and consume in all cultural variations.

Government is a meteorite of quite useful maladaptive ways of turning us into retards, eliminating peripheral human therapy for example, whatever one is up to.

Government leaves the Avant Garde hanging loose, where even remarkable survivors perish.

Drug laws cause fierce unwarranted friction of the smooth continuous flow generated by drug use of the activities of oppositionists.

Drug prohibition creates more crime and death and stigmata than consuming drugs themselves.

The more we thrive to receive comfort without interference the more we are scattered into the abyss.

There is no chance of being unshackled in a monumental way.

Without drug prohibition intolerable thoughts are unloosened when required.

Drugs create secret meanings with no boundary adjoining them, including room temperatures.

Reducing the police force is worthwhile because it is not working. In a case scenario a dairy owner in Hamilton, New Zealand endured 12 violent robberies in the period of a year.  

Immigration is a fatal cause of turning "New Zealand" into wounded purity without trial. Our motto is to make Xealand a robust yet pure nation again.

At the moment our country has a disgusting aura. Reduce overpopulation attempts, we can't do much more because there is not too much room for commercial facets of culture. Our desire for purity is so bad that we recycle purifiants.

Despite being advertised as pure our country is a contaminated kingdom with only globules of eternity.

We are the managers of the divine dabblers in an acceptable range.

Let it happen instinctively without failure, intimidation or threatening.

Oytcho is a paradise sanitizer whom no man will ever possess.

The majority of European cities are bursting at the seams with immigrants seeking out power to squander government funds like a hurricane force.

Up until the late nineties our societies weren’t made up by all shapes and sizes of people. They were mainly made up of European, Maori and Polynesian people, as well as vampires upon nightfall.

Now these days the projected ignition of several different cultural reservoirs we are overcome by for the first time since the concept of walking atoms.    

We treasure the Maori. Xealand is somebody's homeland. 

Multi-cultural societies have mediocre variables unless you manage to crash in hindsight.

In multi-cultural societies there are strangers all of the time combined with everything except motivation to reuptake culture and other adaptive behaviour whenever it is out of sight.

Be not fully conversant with what life should be, whatever colour you are, or other unusual activity.

An immaculate sense of duty is swept away because of personal encounters with others combined into one stuffed mass.

Our chief aim is to reduce immigration, tourists and refugees entering our country. Even idyllic townships such as Queenstown in southern Xealand have become a dodgy diabolical rat race.

Tourists and immigrants take a big chunk out of our country.

European counties have crucial effervescence.

Blame multi-culturalism for losing cultural identity and hospitality.

We are culturally framed, there is no period of prosperity with full credentials.

Replace tourists with expressive torture where we belong unaccountably.

Tourists lose their jubilant exploratory appointments when they travel to our country.

Our country has become swamped with immigrants and refugees, yet we have no personal security, some of them could be terrorists crossing our borderlines which should be seldom visited.

Property developers are as thick and greedy as pigs. In Christchurch, Xealand, an entire cul-de-sac of character homes were demolished to make way for small social housing units.

Poxy social housing don’t treat you right.

The overcrowding is more frustrating than a terrible and dangerous nuisance.

Queenstown has lost its hallowed contagious freshness through devastating suspicions of rerouted repercussions difficult to comprehend.

Confiscating and destroying reasonableness is clearly forbidden and hard to distinguish from small fluctuations of reason.

Nature’s ruins are throbbing with annual vacations if you are looking and listening. 

There’s very little room to move or capacitate yourself.

Large-scale plans of absurdity express hope and gratification and a permanently impaired reception of interrogation of nonsense.

Tourists initiate the remnants of lingering.

Great abusive frustration is catastrophic.

Immigrants have no feelings for our country. Connections and continuities are absent or generalized to maximum displacement before falling to bits.

Immigration has transfigured the divine boss: God.

Our current operations will create an absolutely immaculate world via the harmless ultra-filtration of ethnicities.

Our country is under siege due to immigration stretching our support networks. 

There is also panic that there is over 3000 New Zealanders who are disjoined from society and homeless. 

Many New Zealanders have no motivation to work anymore due to lack of cultural identity. There is a shortage of bus drivers, pharmacists, nurses, vets and many other employment avenues.

In New Zealand half of teachers don’t feel comfortable teaching in multi-ethnic class rooms.

Teachers deserve better than week in week out discrimination of ancient education.

Also, GPs in our country themselves become frequently ill through the stress of trying to navigate a multi-cultural society.  

This is a scenario of life threatening confusion if you choose to clumsily admit it.

Attracting teachers to schools is a major issue unless they turn up in pyjamas.

Profound education and practice is as not dangerous as it sounds.

It is challenging and costly to bring a refugee into the country. They need to learn a new language, live in a new home and even basic things such as going to a doctor become an issue.

When they visit a doctor they require not only a doctor but a translator and a social worker and money to pay for the doctor.

They also often need paid transportation to the doctor. The system gets starved of maintenance and we all become unofficial refugees in our own country which demonstrates oppression for anybody living in it.

There is horrendous waiting lists to get to see a doctor already. Our country has a chronic shortage of G.Ps.   

Doctor's lobotomize with absence.

Alienation is implanted in the forehead if there is no common cultural underlay.  

Most people in our country are suffering from uptmost marginalization something shocking like a big hollow they are forced into.

Purge to revive. Flip the switch as an afterthought.

'New Zealand' has been swindled of its purity due to mass immigration going and going and going with more warnings still to come. 

Due to mass immigration government has implemented the mooring of homelessness not able to be retouched in an unprecedented state.

We embrace epistemology: this term means "ways of knowing". There are many different ways of knowing in the world. One can envisage a world without police.

Volunteer for social decay as you travel around the world dredged by hospitality.

Our main policy is to create a transformation of our drug laws in opposition to our current government’s laws which imitate other country's politics which we revolt against.

Socialisation is a disease without the health maintenance of drugs.

One of our key policies is to make cannabis use legal. It is good for you if you are bent and buckled up with arthritis or ripped up by other inflammatory diseases which gnaw at your joints.

Without cannabis we are living in a meaningless idiotic prison.

Under present government rules the masterpiece of pleasure is decommissioned.

Our agenda is to end the war against drugs and the outpouring of crassness it creates. 

Clusters of associate health ministers destroy our well being, without the ability to be rectified.

As government tightened their grip on drug use, our musical and artistic culture endured a deprivation of rights. Modern music creates harmonics gone bung. In China, no artists have hit the musical charts.  

Drug prohibition leads to inconceivable aesthetics.

Aestheticism should be given the right of way.

One of our policies is to create an inconspicuous cost of living. People will develop anorexia which is not a problem to face objectively through mediation frozen over.

Prozac and its successor SSRI drugs will be all be banned under our polices, probably owed by the fact that they can cause psychotic hysteria, without the excitation normally associated with hysteria.

Prozac and other SSRI’s can induce spontaneous faults such as crime and violent behaviour. People who have been imprisoned for these acts that have a history of taking these drugs will be given a retrial and possibly be permitted at any time to be transferred to a mental hospital.

Many men commit violent crime because they do not have a lady friend or wife looking after them. They are virgin monsters everywhere if it sounds like you.

Only virgins have genitals which are crystalline structures without ruin or regret.

People with several objectives of seizure activity are deserters of ordinary situations.  

Walk away from medicines doctors prescribe you and take vastly illicit drugs instead with experimental results.

We aim to give doctors more powers in prescribing drugs such as benzodiazepines and amphetamines for people showing signs of severe depression, stress and anxiety associated with the decline of culture. 

So much for our previous Prime minister Jucinda Adern calling our country a team of 5 million. At the height of her ignorance she tried to make us believe that our country was united.    

In the last election a referendum was held on whether to legalize cannabis. 48.4% supported the legalisation proposal. 50.7% did not support it. This is a very divided country.

The sounds of unity are a gore saga.

In our country 50% of marriages end up being uprooted. There is no system that binds them with rewards.

In the same referendum citizens voted for euthanasia to be legalised. One of our aims is to create a dedicated euthanasia committee. Dying is the perfect gift of intensity.

Life is the bully, not death. Euthanasia will become a routine break of your lifeline whilst groping helplessly for it as a social experiment cradled by government.

Legalize euthanasia as an escape from cultural abrasion, but warn of its hollow finality.

Synthetic death is hard to plan for all concerned.

Euthanasia is recommended when you don’t have enough traction to pull yourself out of harm’s way, such as being in a marriage.

Life God invented is the only life you’ve got, it is a shame that euthanasia will remove you from the edge of your seat.

Life and death are God’s domain, not government’s.

Traverse death true and faithful where reasoning is not true.

When we die it is only a little hurdle. You are wiped from the earth you once encountered.  

If it wasn’t for death life wouldn’t be a flourishing issue.

Methodological death is devoid of vibrations which propagate energy inexorably.

Envisage prevalence of the afterlife with pure class so it does not outlive retaliation of life.

You don’t deserve to be euthanized even if your life is colourful and exquisite ever so slightly.  

Death is a thrill, not a government-controlled exit.

Survival is God’s problem, not ours. We should not take life into our own hands.

Death is retrospective winding down.

Euthanasia is far from a full proof blitz on the human body as a quick once over.

If euthanasia were allowed God will be off-duty.

Euthanize ourselves now because doctors offer us endless extinguishment of pain relief.  

Death has incomprehensible distance from most medical problems, including dementia tangential to normal passing time intervals of life.  

You don’t want to lose neither life nor death. For some people euthanasia is an exalted purifying ironic execution.

Death is pretty easy because life has so many demands and obligations.

Dying is your own satisfaction, it is a saviour already to lament  over.

Government polices endorsing euthanasia are very oppressive, they restrict natural death even for natural gentlemen. 

When life becomes an inter-cultural abrasive trap euthanasia is recommended if you wish to.

Slow death makes a positive pioneering impact on life if necessary when no other forces are exerted.

Euthanasia is an escalating unfair unreliable departure from shrouded death. 

There’s satisfaction in bringing others on your journey you are chucked into.

Beyond realism there is a reality of only one example: humble death to be struck down by despondency.

Look for things wrong in life, don’t destroy it. You've got plenty of time to die, to be fair.

Afterward, being euthanized it is a marginal issue whether you have ever lived at all.

Life and death are not bought into balance as we fall victim to death sentences of a single force.

For a person that has been euthanized it will be the worst possible funeral you will ever go to. It will be pretty pointless.

Euthanasia is a fake death.

All humans have a tonne of symptoms. Euthanasia is good for the bewitched economy we on the receiving end of.    

Drugs such as hooch enable you to entrust in life as a fix.

There’s a lot to lose when you reject death.  

Life is identical with death, which is small compared with the to-do-list of infinity.

Let life go on as it is supposed to, you do not need to be assigned to death in the slightest.

A collective appeal for life done through a cult which supports drug use provides escape speed from euthanasia.

Nobody has the right to take your life corresponding with whatever.

Other policies include:

Lower the age of consensual sex to 15 years old.  

But this of course will not include intercourse, just sexual activities on the fray such as kissing, fondling, oral sex etc, etc. What amounts to foreplay. Non-penetrative activities only. Foreplay as main event cataclysm.

The goal is mutation, not insertion.

This is a hunt for nice experiences shamelessly.

Provide two-storied residences in each of our main centres which gothics and punks can inhabit free of charge.

This imitates the now defunct McGillicardy serious party which operated in the late eighties and early nineties in our country, supplying punks with places to live and musical accessories while the cities were becoming more gentrified and yuppified. The residences will be collectively called Gofrocem. 

We will recruit discarded individuals of society whom government struggles to unlock.

Gofrocem: A psychic black hole that devours light, heat, and reason, and the most active intruder, lawnmowers.

People will not be allowed to deploy barbecues (Barbeque bandits are not resourceful, we don’t want neanderthals in our country).

Behaviourally assess all aggressive dogs; they are known to maul to death cats.

Give cigarette advertising on television another burl. We are saturated with food adds these days, making us obese. Tobacco is an appetite suppressant.

Ban all trade and communications with India. An Indian prime minter has only visited our country once in 40 years. This is deluded diplomacy.

Put 25% tarrifs on KFC outlets. They contribute bugger all to our country's culture, and they are a multi-national company.    

New technology barely accounts for the crisis of life; it forces visibility where obscurity is salvation.

Do not put any more investment into roading. Trains and buses are the safest good traffic conductors.

Raise the school leaving age to 17, when you’re old enough to see the world differently, when you can’t get away from it too soon ,and when youth see the world’s chaos clearly.

Children leave school because they are sick of the training stage of life they are in knots with.

People in jail whom have difficulty sleeping need good doses of the non-addictive sedative quetiapine. Two thirds of people in prison have some kind of mental disorder or drug addiction, they should not be treated as criminals.

Quetiapine transforms prisons into a heavenly cell. It also calms the prisoner, making them less likely to be violent towards other inmates.

Transform prisons into calmer spaces.

Most people in prison come from an endlessly appalling background, it is not their fault that they have terminated their modest freedom when they feel like it.    

Cancellation of daylight savings is another of our policies.

Scrap the excessive tax on cigarettes. Cigarette tax creates extra zombies out of touch with various signs of heavenly spheres.   

It is our natural right to smoke cigarettes.

Cigarette nicotine helps the individual harness a positive reform of consciousness, eliminating depression. But anything that is an uplifting pick-me-up is either banned or heavily taxed by government.

Lifelines are cast away as condensers of bliss.   

Vaping is an inaccurate waste of time compared to the aesthetic delights of fabulous tobacco smoking.

Vaping lacks tobacco’s aesthetic delight.

Tobacco carcinogens are not taken seriously. Cigarettes are taxed at three times the amount they cost the health system.

Also, cancel the bureaucratic position of the Minister of sports.

(We have zilch interest in commercial sports.) 

Mustering sports people is not the quintessence of life.

Ban all professional sports from our country because they have a stranglehold on our culture.

We don’t want to reach to the other side of the world and its energetic games which are provided with no evidence.

The total mass of sports people are standing there waiting like lambs going to the slaughter. They are self-evident cattle if you want to go to that extreme.

Sport and marathons need filtered just like other heavy stresses on the heart and brain reduced by restorers of co-existence with handicapped people in formation.

Surfing is also not advocated. Beaches are damn near vandalized by humans. Reject sandy beaches.

Draft in journalists that don’t propagate sport as a healthy rivalry.

We would rather allow refugees into our country than support sports.

It will be illegal for homosexual couples to adopt children.

(Having one father or one mother is enough, let alone two.) 

Reinstatement of the Sabbath. Shops opening on Sundays will be highly controlled. No more work on Sundays so that people can spend time with their family or creative pursuits.

It will not be a legal requirement to wear bike helmets while cycling. (mass immigration has made our city roads in our country very busy, and government is to blame for this. They shouldn’t reprimand cyclists.)

In 2024, there were 146 serious injury crashes involving cyclists in Xealand.

Over 4,000 cyclists are reported as seriously injured in road accidents annually in the UK each year.

To make cities sparse, making it illegal for property developers to sub-divide sections.

(All melting pots which have no stirring effect are swallowed whole by property magnates.)

Developers are turning large properties into tightly packed buildings whilst destroying trees in the meantime. Be very vigilant in ways that don't take you long to forget of property developers.        

Plant trees around New Zealand’s water ways.

Restore customarily native trees as decorative objects relatively unrestrained.

Encourage farmers to plant trees as shelter for their poor animals.   

GST on buying trees and plants in both urban and rural areas will be axed.

(Trees make poorer urban areas look more beautiful)    

We are not struck by the awe of humanity. Who would want to destroy major rainforests channelled through medieval times?

People doing labour intensive jobs such as in civil construction, those working in the roading and building sectors, will get a 10% pay rise. Honour the sweat-tax.

Nightshift workers won't have to pay tax. 

(Nightshift reduces your lifespan slightly, thus early reimbursement is essential.) 

Pensioners receiving non-means tested funds will be encouraged to roll up their sleeves and do community work to further the beauty of our country.   

Pensioner community gigs: Beautify the land, non-means-tested.

Southern Xealand is beautiful because school children can go into school camps bound by forest, rivers, hills and mountains without the possibility of being attacked by predatory animals, such as Auckland yuppies. 

Round up all of one's frustrations and join Oytcho Visha!