That Moment

Christ!!?? I am Allah's Father!!!

Whiter whiter, you've finally left that tremendous death in Abel. Sooo more....

My transformation is devil...

then Nerina Pallot, again, the lyrics: Put Your Hands Up...spoken...

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The soft white is a woman. The black heaven is a man. The kill in the woman is to be a man. The bite is from an abel. The abel could be cain. Often is...The cain is cruel to the white woman. The black man isn't devil, he is just the woman.


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transformation, the communication is frightening, it's never there when I want it...when it is, I'm deaf. And dead.



Ok, I see a room covered in dark green, that means true love. I want to high a higher purple. But i don't want it, really...I wonder if you got that silver letter from the painting?


I know she gets every letter. But, I don't know if she does.



That white woman, I called her Big. I don't like her tears.


That voice of Lover.


I know my biggest love, is...God.


I weedled and plied for a form of a woman in a God. I said, to lovers, that, was the only lover.



The Father of the Son. I saw a little bearded black face, a little musky unclear picture of green eyes above a little black beard, a bit of brown skin. Who said, something in a syrupy accent.


"Lion's syrup!"


"A proper real, voice!"


"I forgot what you said!"

"Leave! I hate you!"

Then the transformation, a black window, and suddenly a little black girl on my chest.


So she said:


"It's the strangest thing that you're dead, because I am a girl...because being a naughty man is dead..."


Two nights later, and we haven't called each other back.


I've gone back to calling God, the highest spiritual soul. I've gone back, to speaking my mind. Touching the sky.


I turned into a man, the other afternoon. An obvious picture of a man in soul. A large "peachy, huge, round" woman appeared. I said:


"I like your hips,
 Now; do the splits..."


"That means, leave, split. Split, I don't want to be this man..."


Everyone appeared. We talked about earth friends, I said:


"They told the joke,
what they said,
was dirty meck,

and it left me in a total wreck..."

huh, poems, we flip each other poems...


I feel like swearing. Shame.


Where was God?


Crying, because I told her everything. The toilet turned a certain dark blue. I didn't listen...



The guy was white, with black bits, previously I was brown, with praticular muscles, and more black.

I was wearing a black jumper...


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I have wife....



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