الأحد، 20 أكتوبر، 2013

Kill The Seagulls

Muhammed is going to kill the Seagulls.

Ghost children in the loft, while halloween bags are being passed down, "Obey me, old lady." they repeat." Cos the guitar will go rusty if it stays there. Merkel cut the bridge, cut my damn pathway to Christ. Checha emakeray the new performance inside the old power station. How do I explain to you without telling you it's all the same. Called a woman in coffee shop, "Devil." Got asked i.d...there ok so.

He has a little vendetta, cos I found a book on the bridge. It rains and rains. Petite rain, not at all angry or brimstone fire. Ran away from a Good-looking Tunisian man, with buzzy buzzing not brown not hazel eyes. Com, in french, ok so, Irish arise.

Same old, same old.

So, I'm passing through a tunnel by a station at the holy river river thames, and Bubu Muhammed reads me his book. It's a book he holds in his hands, looks all gold to me, coloured rusty gold cos it's ancient.

Muhammed is going to kill the Seagulls.

Think. Stop. Look and Think, Listen. He is just a child.

Because. I tell the air; "Seagulls are very homosexual. I read it in a book called H.Animals. They are lesbians."

We are going to kill the seagulls. We have a vendetta.

I don't like it.

Screams. Usually girls screams about anything and mad.

A certain tube line, is a 'PIT!' I need to go through just 2 stations, all the dogs, all coloured are squashed inside this train. Don't think you can just get the next one, it will be squashed for two hours, because the commuters want to go home. The last one, I had to stand behind a man, with his hands stroking a strangers butt, got so angry, no room to punch him, take a swing at him, so, repeatedly kicked at his legs. Got soooooo righteous, cried a type of war as i stepped off tube train. Go backwards then, and change. No way there. Leave.

Get a bus. Sing.

Lets get simple here and try to explain. It doesn't make for good reading. Where was I meant to stay?
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We didn't kill any seagulls, but I preached to all and sundry, cos people are bait stupid.

If my 3yr old, kid, foster son whatever, america. can write books, about mummy going, and lou arriving, and all a diary, and he is just ;

BLAH.

Arabic wonder HEll woman, yo.

"O la, ya hasrati! etc. this is the poor peoples quarter!!! I must alight!!" i.e get off the bus..."The king tribe near me , in the old days they only wore black, now we have fashion and tight jeans and heel and sandal, and that is just the hijabi's....and the kings tribe were at the boot sale, just only some 7 years ago.  And i am Mother, and I call Allah, Umma!!!"

And then sacked the man who tripped me when I jumped off the bus.

So;.....ending, we are Silver, now, and

Let go.

A real, wise, salvation.

Thrones......edit; cartoon lions like gorgon, discovery of a prayer in bed, called one bed slim, one bed hebrew, which i kept merely awake in prayer, but didn't get out, did'nt

 want to move, jumped, 

So; a giant Sphinx that i screamed real live above the roof stuff. 

Gots feet, naked feet, one pair of fee, and a skirt robe, and just giant feet in white, and some people sat round, and a man that looked like his whole body was fire, but kinder, held a book, book that he scribes from God.

Thats bleak!!!!!! Thats bleaker than bleak that that is all i can write !!!

Master, I'm called a Master now, like Rebbe, and went to somewhere i dont know how to write.

Let me Go.

me, me me. He is funnier.

Sweet stories, do do do no, don't know

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