Kids

There's a war in Amorelia, I don't really know whats f-ing going on, except that, it's Amorelia that is the Cruel one in this.

So, mummy has just bought me burgundy (women who love women; see ;colours of soul;) brogues...

"Where is she from, d'you think?"


"Eastern European..."


The beautiful Jamaican girl, showed me a picture of her ex...the black drug dealer that thinks he is bi-sexual...the beautiful Jamaican girl is with me all the time, she's like 5'10...and autistic...she is isn't black, she is completely white, I don't know if that is because Jamaicans are mixed with white immigrants, and their attitude is a little stuffier, and I said so....but she is dark, with a red undertone, bulging shy eyes, that look all over the middle distance, when people talk to her, attracts the hip-hop boys, perfect symmetry....enough...NO! She likes my music, has Jimi Hendrix t-shirts....etc...enough, i like writing more than skyping, jus' saying...


The drug dealer, had one grey eyebrow along his forehead and a skinhead, and one evil  american-hick face, he looked:


hick..."Evil, and like a down-syndrome...So? Will I get a chance?"

Together, we always have a chance, and we say so.

The gay-boy, ("Be good to him,Christian is good.") and I have done nothing for our film project, we need 2 mins of footage each, He took me to the photo place to borrow a camera, we were too late, it's open for just 1/2 an hour a day..." So, I left off making the sculpture with the smelly kid who draws demons, and went to the computer suite...

Passing the student union, there are pictures of gays who want children, when I see the female one I laugh, because I can have children, and I won't let them, I stand there staring and it occupies my mind every time i see the poster, I wont let anyone know they can make children...specifically, I begin vomiting all over the pavement, when I see, a girl in pink on a bench with two old gays, this is strange, because I put my card through the door, turn round and I'm puking on the pavement..."That proves so many things, old man...."

I drew and coloured a circuit board, which flashes and changes colour, and then I found an 'earthquake' option, which vibrates a few frames, I needed music, so I looked up 'Kraut-Rock', which covers the early seventies, prog rock movement, supposed to put on some Kraftwerk over the patterns, but needed something a little darker, and completely instrumental,  spent two hours fiddling with files and movie players etc...decided like the Avant-Garde german film we watched, with collages of monkeys, and sickeningly some Holocaust photographs, ("I'm see-ing me in this film they know, this is like my book...." And so, thought of looking up images, to fill in the minute I had left of the film...I got to Acid Temple Mothers, images, there was no speakers on the computer, didn't know their stuff, found a picture of two naked women kissing on the album cover, decided to fill in the odd half second with psychedelic naked women, adding boobs, nude, and primordial african mother goddesses....there was no room on the computer for any more files to be added to the film, it's in on Monday, have also found a 1950's film, called Sappho of Lesbos, the whole movie on one file...certain scenes, involve a hunky man falling down a cliff, naked women carrying firewood and sheep, hunky man being kissed by everyone, which I found:

"Laughable..." It actually looks like a big-budget, at the time, blockbuster movie, like that film about Moses, when God is a Fire, on the mountain, adn lately I've seen that, like it was made especially for me, a fire-line, but:


The other kids made a video of a dance, specifically, a small black standing on her chair and wiggling her bottom, over, another gay-boy, a large fat kid, in a tweed jacket, who stood with his legs splayed, nodding his head, clearly overwhelmed by the dance, and at one point shyly slapping her bottom, I sat and stared...

"She is so white...."

I don't listen...I don't listen to the words of gods.


So, I planned to watch that film in the dark, tonight, when everyone is asleep, but checking the film, I had nedent worried. It's nothing like my lost copy of Vampiros Lesbos, a 1960's film....about a rich loon, obsessively crying for the blonde, Linda, Linda...and living in a minimalist apartment, with groozy red furniture, with Igor, the ugly, idiot, butler...

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The broken-face registrar.


They both wear cheap jeans, I'm a little obsessed with footwear, mostly trainers, I'm obsessed with women in hijabs, because I refuse to wear hijabs...I'm obsessed with the foreign girls thick eyeliner, I'm obsessed with making sure I don't make eye-contact with greek men...I'm obsessed// with being the best//.


Cheap jeans, are dyed bright blue, they have a thicker weave, all round they feel rougher. I have mostly grey jeans,some from Sparks.


They cost me: Always:


£2.50


So, I wandered madly behind a door in the corridor, as the registrar, strolled with a hop, down the corridor with a graphics bag, and a water-proof jacket, and looked at the butt of her cheap blue jeans, I don't do this normally, but I've gone:


'Pathic.'


Pathological.


Not in a lying way. But odd stops in behaviour. What I think is evil in man....not too evil...evil to look at a butt. Evil to... I forget...



Broken face, knocked my tea over at the corner of the stairs and giggled. What did I say, then?

And I asked about this in the dark, in the kitchen, which was a place to silently call and think and I also asked about the jewish-broken-face, and heard:

"She will have you Mad..."

And:

"This is God? This is God? She will have me mad???"

And there's a God, that appeared in a fight, inside the lines of my book, and the Man says: "She Will Love." And the wisest showed me bigger words in the words, and the words were:

"SHE, REMAIN, WILL."

Of course, she f-ing will...she is only Will, despite all the evidence. And I've saved her, in the Jah-Speaker at the office, door, by saying:

"I Yiddish, I Yiddish..."

And God, is an African Woman...

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That other one, the teacher. I didn't get her, all that time, full of lies...

Whispers in the class-room, from the girl I go to gallery's with:

She was shagging some-one else...


So, now I don't know who I get, and that is making a bit of me; 'Pathic.'



I was quite sure, she was shagging no-one, every time it was mentioned in the cafes around the galleries, and I was superbly, chastely...(?)


Now I want the Jamaican like I want light. "I'm joking."


I've been describing Rastas, in an Amorelian language, it's all become a hit. "But it's evil drug taking before God..."


Four of the darkest stars, landed on my forehead. I was being scammed again. I had said:


"You forget there's a Jihad, a Holy War, against f-ing Satan, and you've left me in it. It is unfair."


I'm blaming saints, like King John, John of Revelations.





Countless times I've tried to put him in Fall.


Someone called Moses, I called. And some of the Royal Amorelians, my friends. I tried calling Jesus after forgetting about it.


So, four dark blue stars replied....I did this by getting through to their lovers, asking women for help. I went specifically to their bedrooms to ask for help, I finally got through, before this I cried Attack. I wanted to ruin their bedrooms, and hurt them alot. Stars were weeping. Man, Satyrs were weeping.

I didn't listen to the stars. I was with a girl.


But, happier.


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This is one to delete...

Goats-legs, or sheep legs, another form of soul, usually when I'm trying to attack holy people, I grow white curly covered legs, and hooves, I have horns in my hair, I wear a crown of grapes.

God must be a silly woman...