The Witch

The witch walked down the alley, and held the kids hand...

And told him stories, when he got a little older, and envisaged his face...a smile like mum's, thin lips in a sideways smirk, the long nose of grandad, black hair mixed curly, mummy's there somewhere in the smile, and the eyes...did you lose your hair when you got older?

When he got older she sent him a war, no-one replied.

A lady in black started crying...I said; whats happened? no-one replied...I said, I had a dream after the restaurant, and woke in the middle of the night, it was defiantly a dream, and not a fly, where you can speak and control, yourself.

It was good an old maid was sitting on his lap...

I called his mum; And said:

"This insane with is talking to your baby..." No-one replied.

I had a dream, first i was in a type of kibbutz. But, there were two men sleeping and snoring in a bed together, just as I managed to see I was sitting beside the bed on the floor...I knew the men;

"Oh, no, I am see-ing they will go to Hell."

The bed disappeared, but suddenly I was in the room in the kibbutz, a grey room, with a child, my baby boy, he had darker skin and silver hair, he looked like my brother did with a sweet thin smile. But somehow he was in trouble...he was moving his head, round and weeping, like he was trying to get rid of a voice that was inside him and continually calling him...I was good. I said I love you, I held him, I sort of screamed, but said sane enough to try to keep him well...a real, proper love,...As I was beginning to see something in this dream was becoming real and I was worried, ...Mannie walked in, from , with a little, working outside in the kibbutz, walked in smiling with fuzzy black, wearing what she wore in a photo from Greece...I thought;

"What are you doing here? I'm glad those men are dead...this means -this- and this means - that, a baby who can actually hear God, and I'll stay here..."

I didn't cry out, Help Us! We're dead!

I left the dream knowing the dream would go...I asked for a meaning, I said, I know the meaning why ask?


So I bothered Mohammed the Father with stories, fluent arabic...He said:

"You are driving me mental about the body shop!!! Why are they beautiful in body shop! Why am I in the body shop!"

I was shocked, and though okay so I've been accidentally telling Mohammad himself stories, I was thinking about the body shop, because on the tube, an old woman and a mad looking girl walked on the train, they were; en Anglo:

Pikey.

I said; I'm a swine. You wiped the seat before you sat down, that was lunatic, and you hate this girl,  your daughter is filthy, daughter look at me, she was dressed in a type of hospital clothing, in light pink, she looked up. I gasped she had a type of Michal, a beautiful, face, a 1960's face, dark straight hair, cut 60's, but looking like a childish mind, or a everyday, always repressed by mummy look..a dead looking eye. And she had bad peeling skin all over her face, and her mum wasn't covering her chest, so the flaky skin was all down her...so, I said, my friend has that because he doesn't, wash, go to body shop, get something natural to wash in...

."I hate your mum!""



And you had to pray or bother and didn't. And you thought, and thought.

Pill Time!

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I stopped the contact because I was swine...but the crying lady in black went to visit Nan, and she said:

"Kill! Kill!---to the girl: "You're not filthy!!! You're good!!" Don't tell them we're Hell..."

So I said to Nan; "Hey we've got a new family of black arabs, all in black!!"

"Mummy we think you're witch." said a kid...A kid 'back in time' said;

"We kick the witch!!! They're going dowwwwwwwwwwnnnn..."

They tired we I died.

"She has gone...good lad...let's take you home...."

I am still ...madness...they shriek:

"You. are NOT a sentence!!! You kept him well!! We are all Light!"