الأحد، 31 أكتوبر، 2010

Horse Lady

Sometimes souls change guise, and adopt animal looks..., the Unicorn, the Lion, the Chimpanzee, the alien without hair, and with glowing skin, and a lumpy forehead, full of scripture, the guy with little horns, and leaves for a crown, hairy sheep legs and hooves...the blue lamb with a little beard...

The English Horse...a lady...

السبت، 23 أكتوبر، 2010

T.V

I spent half an hour, thinking there would be an electrocution, because some one was calling me from her bath...to meet the Hairy Fat Cain...I remember my baths, when another FH Cain played this: White Rabbit-Jefferson Airplane...ha! then in a scene, next, a guy gets electrocuted by an overhanging light...Luck, Parallel dimensions, Death...

I sat there under a coat, rubbing the cats nose, ( Muezza the 3rd) and getting bitten, because she decided that tonight, eyeing the edge of my coat like it was a mouse, paws in front... and I felt someone cuddle me..

"No...no...wow...no...who is this?" safe warm light.

Anna..."There are all Anna..." I hear Anna, because, well, they're Anna...

"I have Lover's King..."

Well, wait. So I can keep electrocuting my feelings, until I'm confused and physically ill. Distraught. Mistakes, all so much a mistake, I think to myself I can't find a way back into a sensible //sensitive pattern, like managing speech...the other Anna, became true love, because we cuddled in fly...she stands in a room I leave, and sings, my paintings; are snuggly, cuddly, nice, pretty. I don't hate that, but I bring it Hate, because Love is low, a low light, that's been very much used up...so I low speech, and thinking of Aliens is soothing, because it's interesting news, it's a rest from this planet...it's amazing that I know things about another Galaxy, a Zeitgiest...I'm silly...then more genius- coo-inging over some kids painting...what; "The kids a retard, smoking, thank you yes, I listen..." Because the GREEN LIGHT was slow for me, and I need to ponder over the clashing golden eyes.

Well, God, you dont shout out, do you? when someone is calling me for bed. Someone shouted to a woman in the house...some women collapsed... 

I'm very confused...


Yes, this is gross, but I'm a bit berefit, of happiness at the moment, so why savour a cuddle, go to go,got to keep moving...It's mentally exhausting...I'm am getting very sick, I've been crying HELL, the guy is a gnome, you are human dogs, I think God just burnt my baby because I defied, I heard fire, someone poked me, a girl fell in Love with the wrong, creep, Im sitting back in a coffee shop laughing, I sing I'm pulling an angel into bed, cause she's sitting with demons, a turn makes a boy in Heaven, into a Zombie, I want every man to fight, or every man to die, I will Fall You...screaming...I'm waiting for the baby sister to arrive, I push her over...I die, I die, the kids still a zombie, the babies are dead...every man forgot to fight, leave me in Hell...the shopping centre call, suddenly Im Allah himself, I'm getting louder and louder, a nearby alarm stars, it's my screams, the drums are rolling, the loud low horn (shofar) begins, it pits down, it stops because, techinally without SOUL voice, I'm going to lose, I cant put together what I'm calling for...the horn stops, it just piffles away, it's silly, you are dead, I'm dead, the horn is real, I can't invent horns, they begin, they forget...then I call that voice again;

calling family, the babies are dead, the babies are dead...

"I do not kill Holy married, I do not kill Eternal Life."
 
slight misquote.
then I'm back with humans, asking these humans, snogging teenagers, reds...something about reds...then worse, I do things through time, I let out fireballs from my fingers, that's why I heard fire, but I heard a girl I called, a relative in Heaven, try to source my head, my mind, while I'm dizzy in the aisles, dead, dead, and she dies, because I voice her to speak what I say, by accident, why do I get a poke, in the shopping centre? I just want

FIRE ON HELL

you dont want to know why, still fighting Hell, it looks like they got life... being forgiven ...well, I'm dancing.

But I'm still very dead.


(radio- Cream; White Room)

الاثنين، 18 أكتوبر، 2010

Scriptures 2

I read Joseph's interpretation of the Pharoah's dreams, in a little english Bible, and found something else...not images of famines, but tales about souls;

Fat and Lean 'souls'

Golden Wheat: 'Heavenly Rewards...'

 5  And he slept and dreamed the second time: and, behold, seven ears of corn came up upon one stalk, rank and good.
.6  And, behold, seven thin ears and blasted with the east wind sprung up after them.

 7  And the seven thin ears devoured the seven rank and full ears. And Pharaoh awoke, and, behold, it was a dream.

.8  And it came to pass in the morning that his spirit was troubled; and he sent and called for all the magicians of Egypt, and all the wise men thereof: and Pharaoh told them his dream; but there was none that could interpret them unto Pharaoh.


sorry if im slow here:

 17 ¶ And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, In my dream, behold, I stood upon the bank of the river:
 18  And, behold,
there came up out of the river seven kine, fatfleshed and well favoured; and they fed in a meadow:
 19  And, behold, seven
other kine came up after them, poor and very ill favoured and leanfleshed, such as I never saw in all the land of Egypt for badness:
 20  And the lean and the ill favoured kine did eat up the first seven fat kine:
 21  And when they had eaten them up, it could not be known that they had eaten them; but they were still ill favoured, as at the beginning. So I awoke.
 22  And I saw in my dream, and, behold, seven ears came up in one stalk, full and good:
.23  And, behold, seven ears, withered, thin, and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them:
 24  And the thin ears devoured the seven good ears: and I told this unto the magicians; but there was none that could declare it to me.

there came up out of the river seven kine, fatfleshed and well favoured;

the FAT, and the WELL-FAVOURED:

(every respected Teacher of God, aka: Rabbi...)


other kine came up after them, poor and very ill favoured and leanfleshed,
(the mystics, the friends of Jesus, the men who were told Hell, the men who can see...dis-respected in their time, the oppressed...


22  And I saw in my dream, and, behold, seven ears came up in one stalk, full and good:
.23  And, behold, seven ears, withered, thin, and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them:
 24  And the thin ears devoured the seven good ears: and I told this unto the magicians; but there was none that could declare it to me

the wheat was good, because words were sent, Holy words, the words were like gold wheat to eat, but the messenger began to sin, and the Light was withered and men could see the Sin, so this made many sad and disbelieving,and they grew thin, in knowing damnation, but they also had a Voice...and the words didn't matter to God, because of the Sin...


OK, I explained a little better when I could speak over the reading..

Scriptures 1

I read the beginning of the Book of Mormons, until I came to a line, about "The cockatrice in Hell" It reminded me of what I had seen once, and I screamed, and I told everyone I was fighting again, so I threw the damned book away...I've been throwing books into bins, which is odd for me, I have to censor continually, because I get very sick, magical sick, I've thrown away comics, and a book that was made into a highly popular film...a new one...

The book of Mormons began about a tribe called Nephtali, who have to 'up stix' and leave the rest of the Jewish people where they are, to found a new tribe in Paradise, they take wives, etc, etc, the build an amazing ship...I don't know where they are supposed to be, they're not in Israel...I believe;

They are on an Alien Planet...perhaps Emena Ty (Beloved Earth), which was once Planet (Shas) Hell...(Shas, some kind of 'advanced' Hebrew Lore, that says, :

"Demons grow, they build on Hate (see this, a bad guy in his bed, groaning and squelching noises start, the thing is growing from his soul, into a huge dull white monster)...The planet had Hate...it was killed soul..>"A fighter arrived..."

...all demons destroyed, and a new family arriving, to lead out the damned humans, still on this planet, wearing chains...to a Holier Civilisation.

Joseph!

King Joseph.

Little Lord Joseph, blood of David...

Lets try remembering what only old guys are allowed to know:

Planet Shas:

"The fighter wore a pink dressing gown on the way to the shops, he decided to fight the devil, he faced the monster with it's rams horns, and dribbling flesh in the street...it collapsed and died, many men cheered, the juden frauline had saved them!! The iron chains they wore, were covered in a bright white light, they disappeared...and every man was saved..."

OK! What is written!:

"The fighter arrived...Shas was Hell...every man sang......"

الأحد، 17 أكتوبر، 2010

Art Gallery

When I walked off from Her, I kept saying:

"Bitch."

Bitch, Bitch, from the garden to the bed...I had been calling women bitch, out loud, knowing, there was a man in the shadows, somewhere in the mind. It's gross, some silly people, think they have to send words, which look like lines of different coloured light, into my skull, and into my brain, which, sorry, have exactly no, ears to hear you with...

There was screaming...at the art-gallery: A couple walked out from the restuarant into the smoking garden;

"Oh! Sweet, that woman's dressed as a nun!" They went to sit with some rich germans beside me...I started to notice.

"OK, the robe is leopard print..."

I kind of forgot that leopard skin is very rude material, so I was glancing back, thinking, OK, thats meant to be sick...prostitute.

A woman screamed, and screamed for a long time after I had gone back inside, walking over to a big picture that caught me with traditional hebrew writing...

"And a big gay head!!" A picture of a gross looking queer, then to my left, a creamy, slimy, plastic flesh coloured swastika...

"Well, I expect this..." The screaming continued...I started to feel dizzy and sick...the couple, the Nun, was carrying a bottle of something, and the man was wearing plastic black robes, with silver-studded crucifix, and a klux hat, with a platter, of bacon..

"If that bacon is uncooked, gross...you cant eat uncooked."

Something made me giggle,  a very tall model, with brown spiky short hair, a sheepskin jacket, falling off one shoulder, a blue shirt, extra long legs, holding hands with a small dark-haired teacher looking woman...

The art was inspiring because lots of it was bad...
"You see sweet! Tell me!"

I wanted to find people that I can tell them what ,

this week's parsha

means, in a personal way to me, that is for them, and is 'worldy' ? So the Lady said :


Tell ME!

Tajweed Odyessy 2/3rd

I bought a coffee, and a pistashio ice-cream with cone...at the nearest cafe...I chose that ice-cream, because it had a nice light green colour...

But it was gross, it was like a dead mouse wrapped in cardboard, and the darker green sauce, was like tasting bogies... the time moved quickly, over my free newspaper, and I arrived at the college...

I had forgotten to pay for the coffee and ice-cream.


I knew what to do,

ok?

Go somewhere else for a coffee.


Because I didnt have the cash this time, and oh no, I didnt realise they might forget...but still...I give charity like Heaven, I mean I give the gold stuff, and sometimes the paper stuff, but there was a mystical reason for not going back to that cafe...It meant, I wouldn't start thinking the whole IDEA, of this weekly travel, was to be going through bitch. I mean they dont look like friendly men. I dont think it's my shaved head, and the smoking on the pavement, or my face, it's them...like a little boy at the counter said:

"You are Chav, and I am Chavi..."

which means, in gypsy language, "You're a big Gay, and I've got lots of girls..."

Love

He was a giant...

I spent months, after calling Lord, in May: How I called:

I sat in the garden alone, I focused until I was clean, in the mind...probably also, bits of my body, an overall cleaniness...I threw in and up, what I call lights, I sent what I wanted to say in light, upwards, in a place somewhere in the air just above my forehead, keepingthe light safe, by only focusing on God, not telling anyone I was calling in the mean-time...I didnt say what I wanted to say,I think I've heard God before...I said:

"Hello, I am designing mosques, I am also beginning tajweed lessons..."

A woman's voice replied in the sky:

"You will build me a House of Love...."

I stood up, I walked back into the house...

"You will bring Tajweed, Light..."

 You go off hungry...I was screaming and screaming inside, I "didnt want to listen..." I kept asking, "I didnt want to listen..." I wanted an addiction...another girl started calling, I thought it was the voice I heard...I wanted to give the voice bed...didnt want to listen...

That was in May, then I had Hell, the men got through the door...I thought I called her in the cafe, I called her in the library, men burning around me, a bit of the voice that burnt my infidel voice, burnt away a bit of skin on my face...I heard a voice say that men walking past in the street had defied, I was roping in all these people around me, in the heathen streets, when I just wanted to tell her I had to get out of men...I could hear a woman I knew speak to me: I said:

"Why the fuck am I hearing you?" I defied, that was the reply, I said she couldnt understand I was hearing another womans voice...going into eternal death...

I thought it would be funny to call people to Her, so I could kill them.

I began the beginner's course weeping, screaming and praying in class, while we were learning the arabic alphabet...I heard:

"You will be the headlice in your pen."

So I got slow in the classes, and over Ramadan studied, it was slow...I was screaming in class.

I left the beginner class, and started Language study.

Hated.

 The first teacher was cool...but I kept putting in his mind:

"Thas gooddd..." Even though I bad.

rewrite

الجمعة، 8 أكتوبر، 2010

Japan-i

clear mind:

a lot of romance,

shockingly,

a lot of bending heads. and phone calls

the John Lennon Witchcraft Revival...

Nan over for dinner, with a tiny little rolled up body, and soft white hair, that makes you go "Oooh," and want to pat her head, while she bends over the table, looking at pictures of Dad, on a Krishnamurti Fun Expedition, picture calling hosted by mother;

"I dont find you at all funny, daughter..."

"It's Heathen, that whole thing is Heathen...."

We played Zip. Because I helped with the scrabble...


She had to go home quick, in time for Church.

I was pissed, drunk wine pissed:

"Fuck the game, me and Nan are going..." Quietly throwing the whole thing away....scrabble tiles all over the table.

The whole;

"Am I John Lennon? Yoko? Cynthia?" thing lasted until yesterday. I made new friends...of course I tried it with Yoko, much respect to Cynthia, but this whole Reincarnation thing was surprising me...the dopey headed guy with the death of the band era, beard and long hair, was in my posture, fighting my thoughts, but actually being much more sympathetic with everyone around me, despite the constant swearing...telling ym sister what...quietly swearing throughout the whole thing....I was wandering around the house, sure that we had joined souls so much I couldnt get him out...

"I'm a class actor."

"I see Paul I see George, I can remember bits of their soul, what was happening during their meetings.

I KNOW the fucking "Mahtharaja" Guru...wheeddly bits of his sinning, a joke guy...taking the piss out of his mannerisms that were suddenly coursing through my innocent reactions, through my thoughts and out into speech and peculiarity.

This wiritngs fuckign astonishing.

I stopped all that for Cynthia.

I want to wraggle Yoko's reactions until she was dead.

I knew stuff only she would know.

The Hate, one day, he walked through the house crying Jew's dead. That Jews killed:

"BLACK HIGH!.....

MUM!"

"Fucking Hell man, that bitch knew, she knew she was his mother...and she knew cool."

I actually said:

"Gosh, what an interesting relationship, I dont understand you...I understand!!"


present, I thought more than that, but that sums up, YOU.

I was shocked, I meant to write;
"SScary..." "If you were his mummmmmmmmmmm, thats some damn sexual terror....I'm frightened"

Don't cheat in magic, dont go around watching other people's lives in other peoples rooms.

Go....

With the Flow...

"I think I'll have 'er, yeah, I'm damn bloody sure I'll ave 'er."

I prayed twice for his soul. But the damn soul was growing up out of me, out of the grass of the college's 'piece of field' outside, with gold beard, gold hooked nose, bendy souls.

I kept 'telling' Yoko.

I even told her:

What. Happened, when he died.

And this, I must have been on the hooky magical wine, because I knew...I dont know, I never know. It's evil fool. I said:

"When he was shot, you cried out:

"Black Man Dead!"

Now I'm asking for forgiveness here. It sparked into my speech. When something happens at such

at such speed, you go dotty, I was going dotty

 see-ing his face, emerge through mine, some dotty God, maybe:

When You die, swiftly, you'll cry out, SHIT, shit that's your last word...

It's hard to get into Heaven, I know, and maybe....maybe when I said that to her she laughed, I don't know, I go for 'death of soul'...I said it, I said it to her...and nothing died.

We will date. Anyway, I was turning Japanese, I was making; "Crap." sculptures in class:

"It is NOT Crap!!!" I was talking,

Japanese...we we're going through an Oriental Eyes see Best...we were in:

"Creamy White!!"

How many people were miffed about the importance of fighting; "Creamy White!" Because it is sick. Creamy White is a devil's soul. I fell in love with Hayley's soul;

"My eyes! Because I see you Dark Green!" I do turn japanese soul, half girl/half boy. Often times, if I breaking something, or fall out of the bath, I cry:

"I DIE!"

I like original japanese, none of that Lolita, or knifed wombs, I like nice, looking girls, and some twisting knives into the heart, to show I nobly;

"DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It would be much easier, if someone explained I mean, this story would be cool if I wrote it like a story...