السبت، 28 مايو، 2011

War

The aliens came back!

Small white UFO's twirling round and round in the sky...it was the Planet Jesus 'guys'...

Previously there had been a mission to land on Planet Earth, and construct a way of bringing World Peace. It was honestly a God Mission.

Of course, on the first landing I knew off, some time ago near Christmas, they called me personally from the skies...3 scout ships shot down over America, and a huge Convoy ship about to make a landing. Why they choose America, I don't know. The King and Queen of Amorelia were on the mother-ship. America went to war. As seen previously on here, there was no peace-talk, and America did not relent, they killed many of the aliens.

I threw God my hand.

White House, a fat-man in uniform:

"Obama, you little faggot!!, 107 of my men have just been found dead!!!!!"

The guy on the ship taking the calls, laughed, and threw his hands over his head...

"Lars!! We're here this time to be real!! The last voyage was many years ago...It was a 'pariah state', we reckoned 95% were fail. We can't turn back.

NOW IS NOW!!!"

Well, not to discard linguistics. I'm a little sure 95 % means well (???)

Sometimes, it's hard to write down, what you dont actually know, hear or see. It's all from God. Sometimes I think runnign away with my own little thoughts might be a little more sensible, perhaps I can piece some nice poetics, all by myself. Lately, forming english sentences has been a struggle.

Anyway, it's exciting stuff, and I don't just mean the grammar.

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What was happening on the UFO over Earth.

Men huffed, and burned.

It was spontaneous. (keep with me here, this is Amorelian language translated by God, into a jarred form of English. Which we call, 'Anglo'...)

"The Anglos are failing, death, death, death...."

"There is much to go..." said a quietly, surely spoken, man in charge (the King (?)):

 "I will present to them, Him. Let me be Him. Hashem, I go..."

Then he turned from the radio controller, in the main room, The King: dressed with a long necklace of dark purple stones, and a bright blue suit robe, (not unlike that colour on the Israeli flag, which I soon imgined to a lighter sky blue, not the blue that represents a silly, joking mind. The suit cut straight, but a little like a hippy's clothing...a kaftan??)

He turned away, hands clasped behind his back, and stared for a moment at the floor. He wanted to speak to America.

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I imagine he used a hologram message...

What he did was; "Turn full Ship."

That mean't he was gonna fucking land.

At that moment I was singing. I was dancing in the hallway at the front door, of a house, practising some high-kicks.

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"Brutal!" He began, and Loud..."I am King '----' (wow wow a strange form of my own name, named after me!!) he continued:

" Heavy...."

"You must have Faith. My Faith is Love." (drdrdr)

he whispered; "Be bunions is thud...."

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"My Queen shall settle the matter...."

"Hallo. I am God, (NOBLE PROUD QUEEN! an old-time queen!!!) Lars thoughts) ...Become Heaven...."

The Americans burned.

It was Shaytan, they kept singing:

"Keep Hell!! Keep HELLL!! KEEP HELL!!!"

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She died, and sang.

I was singing, at that moment I was eating dinner, at at table with mad men and women. It was the first clean dinner I had eaten with other men.I eman, I felt ! clean...

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When they sang Peace, I giggled: "You are a manky man eating dinner near me!! I am KING!"

The convoy settled.

The King said:

"We go..."

الأحد، 15 مايو، 2011

Chucked

 I decided everything had gone wrong over the Eurovision contest.

I was sitting in the kitchen, I forget what happened but I started see-ing Mum in front of the TV, being slapped in the face, physically or in her spirit, being attacked. I walked into the toilet, and stood behind the shower door, in boxers and t-shirt, and began to pray.

I rocked, and every now and again, head-butted the shower door, I probably prayed a maximum of 7 minutes, I tried to call into Heaven (where I sleep)...when no-one replied I decided to. take. matters into. my .own hand.

I flew up into the Temple, deep black light (deep sorrow) flew against it's walls. The temple itself was in gold light. My hair turned dark brown (another type of sorrow, a why)...and I stared at nothing, but the walls I could see Mum through. I didn't want to cry.

I decided I had to chuck every man out of the Temple, because by rights they shouldnt be running a Holy Temple. Something is corrupt. I threw them down, and saw balls of light hurtling down to nowhere. By rights, I should enter the Temple, and the slapping would stop. There is a gruesome little charactureof a man in a fuzzy beard wearing a baker boy hat, exactly like my hat, exactly like The Fiddler's hat, exactly like King Gray and the Emelbert aliens, exactly like a war-time red jew, the type of jew I've seen in a film, one that pulls down Nazi posters, paints Communist insignia on walls and shoots Nazi soldiers in the stomach (called Men at Arms, or something, i forget). Just the hat. And we're calling we're Red.

I have to chuck them out, because my job is the Temple.

I discovered that last week, when I stood at the kitchen door at night, smoking and spoken Dhikr, and silent Dhikr. And I get a funny hat. I'm dressed in a suit-like robe of deep black and dark purple, and a long round silly hat on top of my head.

I've seen that hat.

It's the High priest's hat.

"What are you going to start doing?" I say, to myself.

"You are going to tell everyone God made you High Priest, and they are going to kill you and cry you are fool. And you are going to curse and keep talkign and kill them too..."

"You are going to do exactly what you always do. But what about what you wanted to do..."

I spy Mum, and the slapping stops. And so have the tears.

I chucked them out and it stopped. I told their wives, but I was too far going just to start laughing, and cussing them. I said, you better get them back, they aren't in Hell, "...exactly, but hopefully somewhere lower, I wouldn't want to wish them purgatory or Hell, and I'm the new High Prist." but they've gone.

"Because they are men, and thats not right for Temple. Everything is well, now, I think they may have brought something Evil."

"Mum is OK, because I took my intiative, and I bring saved..."

الثلاثاء، 3 مايو، 2011