الثلاثاء، 6 يناير، 2009

The Letter from The Angel

Lars is too God, I look at her and weep, I weep because she knows, she knows we have Love, but love here is not enough, I am Gabriel woes, I see her and I want shows, shows that signify Love. She doesn't show, she makes love. I mean we make little Art. Like, I look and she, wants. We are sure to Jew.

I look at her and think, Lars goes along, I look, she won't.

Lars seeks Love. I look at her and love, we have enough.

I fell in 1969, because I said, Sin His; want bed. She was a child, but in Heaven, twenty-six. I never meant dirt.

Lars sees, she says she looked at her and loved.

I am Lars.

I look the same, I look a little odd, these eyes are odd. They limp. Heaven eyes are strong. Yes! She grew up limping! She was so frown, they droop. I droop too.

I love Hani, look!

How else do I look similar?

I have the face, and the hair! The hair is fire! The look is know! I have, even, the nose. The nose is souls.

Hani is the same.We both grew a little odd.

Lars says, Make Look Same. Let us look as in God. I did. We grew up gross, I laughed; "Lars wants! Because she looks Gods! God wants!" She sighed, I told Lars, our names, she never remembered...

Hanumari looks at Lars and shrieks, says, "You are so's! His is Yes. I love you, you are still so's. Yes! I love Lars! Gabriel, I want you to souls."


"What if I told her, I am never so?"

She would weep...

She can nay paint, in Heaven quite good. I paint like God. I weep, Louis, weep. Polly is the best because Polly is souls. Lars, paint souls.

One thing, Lars! Tell her, you paint! Hani is delirious, she realises Lars loves souls, she says; "She sneaks money! Five pounds!" She is priceless. Lars thinks, she hears priceless...(The priceless is?) That Hani wants your holy Love!! Yes!! She see this Gabriel Lars, Holy Love!!! She hav's India (means?) She thinks it's a little souls and she wants you to know these souls, you are too hissy, think quick! That Jews want souls!!!

YES!!!

Tell Hani, we are paint! She wants to see Jesus. Your Jesus, is His.

Mannie says; "I'm meeting God's!"

Hanumari says: "Lars...meet Me, too."

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tune on the ears-Duffy-Warwick Avenue

---I say;

Wake her up in Mannie;

I hear; "OH MY GOD! I just told Lars I love her to God! She is little dogs!! I don't want!!"

The angel arrives in my house, she sits there, with a pen, she is writing to me;

I love Lars

I Love Lars

I love Lars.

I say; "You know we are to supossed to here, have bed, but I'll let you know I still won't brush these teeth...and I'm odd."

I walk to the library in the frost.

She appears as a white shadow growing smaller;

"I'm going back to India!!"

I said, how does Hanimari the Angel feel in Mannie??

She...sulks.

tune on the ears-Edwin Starr-Eye to Eye Contact.

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nice letter from anggel.