الجمعة، 22 نوفمبر 2013

Soul Colours

New Colours:

Turquoise: Blessed at Birth/Re-Born

Yellow: Delight, High happy

Red; Anger, Dull Red ( a tendency to swear and curse) Strawberry red: Cool and liberal. Blood-red: Wise/lived and learned and felt and fell. .

Dark Blue: Holy.

Purple: Even Holier, and mixed with Blue. Purpley-Pink: Gay-Girl.

Bright Blue: Funny

Light, sky blue: nice. happy.

Light pink; nice, happy.

Bright Pink: High, at a Party.

Orange: Extremely Clever.

Dark Brown; Why? Weep.

Light Grey (with stars) Reasonable, yet liberal, sensible, sees ways out.

Dark Green: True Love. ( a dull green ; He doesn't really Love YOU!!)

Jungle Green: War-head.

Vanilla, the feeling of touch, plus Mocha Chocolate...

Lime Green: sex.

Lemon Yellow; Full of Worship.

White: (just white) Good.

a weird green white: "Divine."

Neon monsters, in green, blue and pink...high emotion. Some colours are felt (colours are emotions/souls) so intensely they become fluorescent...

Bad Souls:

Yellow Ochre, a dead white, scaly grey-black (satan has appeared!!) dull yellow, dull purple (idolatry) dull red (bad language)

Dulled sky blue; Trying to be nice, but secretly hating you...

The most important colours;

Gold: GOD!

Silver; The Voice of the Angels.

Turqoise...a new blessing, maybe blessed in the womb and birthed to Buddha skies.

Cold, grey blue sea: (unaccepted)

Strawberry (or Raspberry) Liberal...even a liberal republican.

Beige: touch

Yukky Poo: EVIL

FLUORESCENT: of the mega-mega lifted extreme colour...i.e: true love green...mega mega!!

New colour just in: YELLOW: HAPPINESS/JOY

Dark bluish PURPLE: (like Rabbi...yo...holy song high)

----unexpected---a secret colour


What is Cadmium Yellow
?? Is it evil??

الأحد، 20 أكتوبر 2013

Killing The Seagulls

I asked;

"Why do you want to kill the seagulls? Mummy and I...ah....mummy....(is gay)....I don't like seagulls screaming at me..."

"I hate the seagulls because they say you and mummy are demons."

"What?! ...seagulls, ....seagulls are nasty because they tell me to get out of town, what me and mummy...is...yes, they scream."

He says;

"I won't say they are demons, but I will kill the evil."

"I love seagulls, because they kiss women. Mummy and I...she....is a lady!"

"* giggle; I know mummy is a lady."

"We love Him!"

"We love Him..."

"Ok, I've got to go because I'm freaking out, and I am going to paint a picture, this place is cool, but I don't want you. Ha!!! (looking around the river thames on the way to a gallery) These people are black heaven!!! They think I'm freak!! Mummy, mummy ...where are you?? I am talking to your baby...**** !!!  they don't understand she's dead!!! I said! I said!! Talk to Muhammed before I'm dead..."

Muhammed is singing to grandad.

"I am writing a book, and I will read to thee. Mummy is freak, because she thinks she is in heaven, she is travelling..."

"Hey you!!! Go and talk to my baby, I'm worried!!!"

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?

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 ;


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

The Gold God Said...

Our people have been left for dead, the Jewish people are King, I have my wife, and I love Him, my wife is Allah/Yahweh/God, she cried him, when she cried him we were god, we are now throne, let my people go...we have become exempt from god, because we hate , Lars loves Islam, Islam has rocketed, It says Noble God, this is death of god, my wife looks at me and says, look at you! do you love?! I tell her I love, Jesus men see us, Lars? is this special? If this is special, I want more than love...I want the world God...

(In Sanskrit) Begin the people, begin alvara love, Krishna is King, keep Love, we see Krishna, he hath special power, he hath seek King, He was never a lover, He learned to love, and went to mother Yeshoda, Yeshoda was the shoulder of God, He slept, Lars met sin, he became God, the sin was; Keeping Lars in...death.

Soldier God...The Aryan is His...

Lars name is Buddha...Buddha fathered Krishna, I was there, he fathered Krishna in my souls, He said I love you, and we joined souls...Ahavah is special because she is my Jewish souls, she calls THE DEATH; THE HOUSE...we made Ahavah in the house...I made special love, Lars screamed because she saw the men in the house in her dream...she prayed like King, and brought Light, she brought six years of light...she hit herself with lightening, because she was sing...we read each other's minds, this is special love because to read minds means we are soul in god...Help Lars! Ahavah sees dead, because Lars screamed DEAD! she is still a baby...pray for souls...

I want Sire souls because I am King...Lars loves souls...

(Hindu) Please God...India has left us souls...

When we meet God, we greet...greet IN Love...you are meek, when you nay love, you will feel death...I want you to right, nothing is right, I want you to right...I have prayed for the world, and the world said, we don't want the world, so, the world is dead...greet God, never be dead...The Holy Jihad is His, I am Lord God, I win the war and we King...Never War, war is sin, I am the soul of Him! If you greet me, cloe, you will thin, you will die...

الثلاثاء، 15 أكتوبر 2013


This is the END, my friend!

I am NOT DEAD...

I've gone...

thanks everyone...

الأربعاء، 5 يونيو 2013


My Tasfeer would be a danger.

Sometimes I pick up a dictionary, and then, read, and I'm exclaiming blasphemy!
 A quote (these are available, everywhere): 

“Men are in charge of women, because Allah hath made the one of them to excel the other” (Quran, IV.34)

Couldn't Gabriel have been slightly sarcastic? "Hath made the one of them to excel the other...." So the women were excelling, the other. Why not jealously take charge of them?

One day, I said Gabriel was Dead.

" Gabriel had fallen out of Heaven and he was asking Muhammed for help!"

"Ilafihim, originally means; The Desirous!!!"

Thats about as far as my reading has got.

--- And a wow, "looks like a biggie." And "I don't want your Ba!"---because she sits with him reading through the alphabet and teaching. And I walk over to a silver bench and a cigarette; and say;

Hello!! to

a child that shouldn't exist...
 an invisible gang of children:

"Aswadddddddd!!!! Aswaaaaaa!!! 'Swad! Aswad......!!! Aswaddddddddd! Swadddd....."

The blue circle, a swift arrow of white light, containing a blue circle, and stars....

What does she think???

He doesn't want to learn the alphabet:

"No!!! Its silly! You think we're witch!" 

I say: (cos he reminds of nan mixed with me, or a sister:) She is there, so, also, black skirt, black shirt, black coat, brown hat. 

"Yeah! I did it!!"

"It was an accident!!!"


Everyone was invisible. 

" I don't want to read ever again! You think we are Shaytan!"


It didn't really happen. My child isn't walking through sandy alleys and deserts, hundreds of years before I was born. But, then we saw the white ball flying through an spear. She won't forget. Is this a blessing? Is this a gift from Allah? What does she think. I don't want the alphabet. Aswadddddd....yeah, ASwwwwwaaaaddd....

This is a picture I made, the colours are awful. I like 'uploading' much more.

--- I don't know what she thinks. I'm going.----

الاثنين، 3 يونيو 2013

Hasaad, Hasadeen

Hard to Write down, in a spurious type of mood like this.Writing like this is weak. I turn childish or devilish, when so and so is concerned.

Mummy was dead, ..."because they hide behind those brown curtains and smoke."I was so high, I was inside the End of the World. I stared at the Cat, at my kitchen table chair. Cat turned to the kettle.

"Have some soup, Cat."

I sat in my chair. For Hours. I stared and stirred the vegetable soup.

"The entire World killed, and we have left nothing. This soup. "---

We can Save. We can Save.All that staring into the make-up of the Universe, suddenly i have you in my hands, I am giant, I hold the atoms, and the stars, I can't eat, I can't touch. But I'm carrying the Beginning.

Being in this vision, is like, The Entire

.I can't explain, the complete immersion into God. Air is different, Sky is dead. Love is High

.Everything has meaning. Every single tiny word or action, is in God, or in Hell

All is black, you both wear black to hate.

I am hoping to fast, I like it. I do it, because I am poor.

", Cat, I'm terrified!  "I have to be clean, clean, but I'm rolling in smelly blankets, forgetting my teeth."

I've gone Insane!"

Books are scary in this house, I looked round the garden, into the back door, slithered in and made coffee...."I'm dreaming, I have all this Hope..."

"It's this house, there's no room for the spirit..."

The Envied rolls, he rolls spearing walls, laughing, they scream....he laughs, they scream...He blackens, they function against black, like green for the red...he shoots, dagger, dagger...rolls round laughing....

they scream, like spit...he rolls laughing...they redden, further knives through walls...they scream.He wants them to die, because they want him dead.

That's the reason.
They want him to die, because he wants dead.

He hates them, they are stupid.

They spit on the walls. He doesn't lend daggers.

Unless they pick them up when he throws.

He hates!! And spits and spits!!!  They are all stupid!!! Not like Insane!! ?? They sick. They are stupid.

They hate everyone.

He spits!!

They burst through walls, with powers of hate.

All the daggers have been thrown.

They are losing, and that makes him laugh. He hates laughing, he hates to even know of them.

They are stupid.

 He is envious of fools.

His envy is fire like Love. It's been lost.

More walls and walls.========I won't wait to be asked..."

"I think I need a cup of tea."=======

==========I've been in this Summer, forever, I wake as the cats run in and out of the doors,

"Morning Sweetie!" I wake up for that, and go back to sleep, I'm soaking hours in the bath, instead of getting up and going...

السبت، 13 أبريل 2013

The Mad-House

"Oh, Gosh!"

"Sharrup, I'm writing..."


The Mad-House:

Duty was; When the Interviewer thought I was Red, she winked...

"I am putting you in light, you are, enter, a mad home..."


"I HATE YOU!!" she smiled: "Now, we are dead..."

The madness of a 1930's home, the girls were sparkles, 

"OH, nonnnnnnnn! You look, Light!"

I screamed, I ran through corridor...I said: 

"Start This, and Dead." I said:

"I'm going!"

I ripped apart, a curtain and said;

"This is Jewish!"

I took scissors, and forlorn, and stationed my mind in circles;

"Right...I'm going..."


I clapped, and sang:

"I am Jesus!" 

I punched a peanut. I ran through the house, and took clothing. I turned into a man;

"Right...Now, get work..."

I ran to an office;

"Nein nien, Hail! Hail! I vant a job!"

They gasped:

"You have Aryan face."

"Do you want special? Or sort?"

"I'll join, Effer..." 

--- I lifted my chin, clasped my hands, crossed my legs;

"I vannnnnnnnnt, S.S."

"Blimey!! SS is hardest!!" 

"I know.... And I sin. Piss on my face and I will King." 

They wrote:

"He has....a look like lemon. A good King...get him to Kraut. Write,: came in; Him."

I growled in the office; I growled with long hands clasped, and long legs crossed:

"I am waiting."


In 1935, I was cross, In the fifties I was a Star. 


I applied for breeding, on the grounds of wanting sons and daughters, because I was weird and wanted weird children. I wrote to Hitler, I wrote I was Zwitter. But I wanted no Hell from men...A card arrived that said: 

"We do not need to see your c***k...we are going to select, you have the look, and you're a beautiful pig...Welcome to Lebensborn..."


I shot a Jew. I felt mad. I saw they were going to shoot, he was nearly mad, "Lover! You can't win!" I saw he was going to get a worse fate, I shot him...


The pretty girls shone. They were wow! "And you can't lack!" They were all around 16. I was 19 and a half...

One looked down at the floor, shyly;

"Would you like me?"

"No, no, I don't vant..."

"We can have a family..."

"No, no, I die..."


"Keep her..."

I can't! have...I am brutal! I know girl...I tell them I'm girl and they lie. 

Girl; "Why can you?..." 

Another Girl: "Have you got half-blood?"

Me: "Yes, I'm zwitter...are you alright??" 

Girl; "I like this...give want."


I took over, it's obvious...


bow to the law, law give me words;

there was a fire in the belly. I heard twice. Name the belly; Muhammed...

Does she like the O and E? She likes the U and A?

There was twice. And I believed.

Then I sat near ZimZam, and flung myself through a lemon portal, and screamed:

"There? There? So I'm dead under the tree in the desert!!! I know where I've been sent..."

I slid down the stairs,  " the Bait...The Fire has the Bait!!!!!!!!!"

On Zimzam's bed:

"There's no way for me to stop that door, no way for me to be saved, I've already gone through the portal, it was so quick, this power is hatred..."

I'm a weeping black in silk, and a hot raging red fire in my sleeping...no power kill's Infidels...

It passed in minutes, a quick e-yo.

I faced it like it was nothing, I laughed, I slept, I said:

"Look at these theories..."

"And ZimZam boy; what if? How can there be two souls? so this one must go....Yes, Allah will show me again by making it go..."

Zimzam was not supposed to hear any of this, it happened two weeks, ago, I vomited over the bed in the night, I brought up vomit, twice in a few days. So, I didn't say, "It's Shamsi's...." Because I wasn't calling anyone Shamsi...

They were all sure. And so I went to the cafe in the dark, and bought a plate of chips, a big plate, I ate fast. and I crashed:

It was a blank, then a quick drop, focused over my cup of tea. It was sudden blank pain, it flowed through my eyes, and I stared over and around the centre point of death.

"What has happened?? Everything has just died, I can't cope, how will I get out??"

I heard: "Daddy has died..."

"Who is Daddy? Why me? Who are you? I don't know you? Why can I die? I freak...Is this a Mohammadan girl? Don't tell me! Who is Daddy? I will mourn but I don't know why? I've nearly died, am I the daddy that died?? Don't tell me!!"

I went outside, the table was silver, I put mug on table. When the mug hit the table, it made a soft noise, but the feeling of the cup was a grating flesh-searing soft tap, I rubbed my finger under the cup round the little dent, it didn't feel soft, I tapped the mug a few times on the table and the feeling was still soft, it felt like smelling the colour creamy sick white, a putty smell you can't wash off the skin...

I recovered by walking home and becoming a lunatic, joking and hating through doors, I passed the place of the fruit and veg stall, where an arabic man had once called me over, I was angry that he called me, and I kicked him as I walked, his beckoning turned into a loud punch, he kicked his fat body off his chair, wobbled up and down, and shouted:

"Oh Boy! My Son!!"

It was a quick hilarious use of power I don't want...I ask for light to be taken away. I pray heathens dead...

I'm writing this because it's a mental month...the 2nd egg, the one egg, left the fire...I wanted to put marmite in my pasta, eat fruit bars drink vitamin drinks...impossibly I didnt understand this sort of thing , doesn't happen, in a week,  when I finished eating, looking at my fire, asking Mummy God,  a woman said call him Muhammad, I said sure but this has been insane before. You must know?? I !! know !!

If your all sure.

I took two tests in the hospital ward once, I was certain, because guys were appearing, a mentally disabled lad, (I mean psychically mental disabled) appeared in my walls, I saw an image of a girl with Amy's face and my red hair...

I dreamt a future alone with my kids...the baby girl and I both get bob hair-cuts, eventually she has to use a wheelchair, because her limbs are little underdeveloped, I see women in tichels, and black clothes, all looking like whiter versions of Michal, come to visit at my welfare-given free house, the guy with the divvy stutter and big enthusiasm had got a bedsit, called a bed-"safe", nothing better, it was all disabled because of the drugs.

That's a stop.

A blank.

The planet was Ezequitar. I had a free house I had a bed-sit. It was all-joy...it's a long story about the kids, it got insane, I had numbered the kids now had five different mums...there was my son John(my pick)  Edom (her pick), from a seperate time and place to teh other kids, who wanted to divorce his wife, there's another story about those ones...a terrible almost  comediac story...


Zimzam is pretty and a hero. The first story she heard was when he called: He said:

"Mummy! I am star-light! This is so Him!"

We get like silent death. ZimZam will choke, you choke....

I tell the story, and the point of the story is like a fable.

All I need to know is assurance, some good truth, some honesty. Honesty is here, and the fact of fables is true, just little points like star-light dont shine through...

So thats

a stranger sentence...

The Dumping Ground of the Universe

Emelbert, home of the rat-people...

There was an influx of english-men, demons like little women with red and black and yellow tentacles, and the terrible ruling Goyim...

I choose to give the patients in the hospital "Fly..." There were grades, levels, and colour codes. I learnt the colours before I was locked away.

There was the colour fluorescent blue for Emelbert...

One night, standing in my sister's room looking out over the garden while the whole house was asleep, I heard a crowd of voices. It was something to do with giving Finland, powerful light...(seriously)...they didn't want the light, and they threw it back violently, the gardens to the north-west, lit up neon blue, a huge mass, a wave of light began to lift over the fences, and shot like solid square towards the window, I ran out of the room, the bathroom door was just in front of me, I went into the bathroom, and the blue light screamed through the tiny window, I ducked, and ran out...

I was trapped on the small landing, and each of those doors glowed full of this light, It was sharp like a knife, I almost fell on the floor of the landing, with no where to hide....it looked dangerous, sharp as glass.

I learnt the colours when I walked through town, to the shopping centre, different colours were flying through the air, merging into passersby, into houses, even a bright blue light into an big, slobbering dog.

During the day of learning colours, when Satan had already appeared in the town, or rather, kept itself in my room, or when I went out for tobacco tried to shoot balls of flame from the sky...stuck a cat monster that purred to me, stuck somewhere on the bar of my borrowed bicycle...the Babylon Whore...("...the Devil's girlfriend...) A cartoon picture of Lars Shalom, meeting the devil's girlfriend on the top of some stairs...so I knew I had fallen into Hell...

and I called everyone in town to fight...I saw how people were wearing their chosen colours, a tall white man with a skinhead, in a stripy black and yellow ochre jumper...women and girls in pink, one in lilac, African men in dark blue, some in green....

How it got on radio, and made men say disgusting things...

The family had gone away to Spain, which was where I sent them, after some days, of the arrival of the 'Roman Emperor', I had already moved the kid out of her room, with a sleeping bag, as the Emperor was inside one of the walls, and I had to keep the rest of the family in a safe light...One day, they got too loud, slamming every door...a kind of toll outside in the road, the cars passing by...I said it was a Toll-Gate for those who would be saved or not...

I hated the 'cat' on the bicycle the most, because no matter what I did I couldn't get rid of, I rode all through one newly built town, through chalk quarry's and to my aunt's house, everything was dead, there were zombie witches cackling in her garden, though they were invisible, I couldn't shrug them off...I spent hours in her garden, smoking and smoking...then I ran a bath, the bathroom seemed the safest place, I couldn't tell her what I was see-ing, and the taps went on and off, and I spent most of the day doing that, sure that this time, instead of exposing my skin to burns, it might just keep Satan off me...I didn't get in the bath eventually, and went to sit on the spare bed in her library, when:

I spotted the 'black book'...just mixed in between, several other odd books, Japanese myths, Anthropology books about menstruation, a dire book "probably by" by Sackville-West I'd tried reading before..,

The Crowley book.

Dead, dead, dead....That book.

I was dead if I didn't take it down and threw it or burnt it...I tired to persuade her baby-son over days, to get rid of it...

When I left, and rode back up the winding road beside the chalk quarry, with the cat still on the ******** bike;

The bike jack-knifed, it just broke apart in the middle, and the tyres were down. The chain had fallen off.

A little white car drove up the empty road, and stopped beside:

It was the social worker manager from the evil house up the hill, that used to be my art club, the place were I continually drew copies of skulls, from my original copy of a real live human skull, and I like the art-club teacher, because she was gay...

The social worker had been looking for me...I was miles away from my parents house, so assumed somewhere had telephoned the house-up-the-hill...

I hadn't yet got back to my new flat, which was being refurbished after a fire months before...When I got back to the house, my aunt arrived, in my sisters room, I had destroyed the bunk beds, moving the slats, away, so that I wouldn't be sucked into the portal called Hell, above my lower bunk...the little bible (which would evoke many demons, because there is evil in the book too) was resting on the edge of a slat on the lower bunk, throw there, of which the mattress had been put on the floor, and there were big burn holes in the mattress, and bowls of soggy dried cornflakes everywhere.

She did something astonishing;

She leant over me, and shouted at me, as I sat kneeling on the floor...it was shocking to me,because I could see she knew what was happening but;

"I... she was wearing boots...."


So, I learnt that we were put in levels, and Emelbert had become one of those levels, the lowest of course, a little higher and safer than damnation...


I met a girl on the benches, she was a ghost, and she lay in my lap, I had met her before, from the War...when I was trapped in the ward, I would walk down the halls, up and down, I began to imagine where I would "Fly" to, I began to practise, I spat on the floor, and I high-stepped, I did it in front of her, forgetting I was being watched...later that night, a woman I had sent to Emelbert came into the dormitory where I had woken up...

She had gone to:

"A terrible place, while I heard you went to a party..." (sometimes I hear where people have gone as though there is a sound-window above their beds....)

We had hired a jazz-band for our wedding, me and the girl who had spat on my shoe...

Developing A New War.

Cut to 58'

I am Jewish. I have prayed the world...I brought soul (quote the Voice) /not the 'voices'.///

I am a wily little "Abraham Girl"

Yes! A ghost appeared and said:

"You are an Abraham Girl."



1958: Fuhrer of the World. King of England. King of Arabia. 

World Soul. 

Lord of Heaven.

Any but the most useful vechiles are banned in Britain, everyone rides bicycles...I have a limosine and a little house in the suburbs, the towns were beautiful then...with circuses...everything got knocked into soulless towerblocks, and architects won awards, for piss-covered metal cages, and no cover...no covers...

The london buses are no longer red, they are black with silver chrome arrangements...there are gunners in my little houses,

there is a lot of Love...there are thousands of night-clubs, and churches are filled, and a new Israel...(and that damn Sisters of Mercy playlist/This Corrosion/) ...

 Got to think specifcally here, and listen to a Voice:


"Hitler is Dead. He hath Fell, He hath Fire and the Hell. I am Law. Now, we are well. We deliver Love. We Sing. I will become one with Allah." 

Iran was insane. "Witch! Witch!" They wondered how we'd King. "It can't be a God?"
"She's slaughtered every man and now bring God ()?!"

"Daddy...sing we have Allah. It is a girl that Loves..."

England was amazing:

"Oh Gosh! A naughty girl!!! She has saved our world!!"

"Jesus! Jesus!"

"She walked in, without praying!"

Mummy with kid; "When She sings, I want you to be good..."

"Mother! Mother!!"

---right, now you think this is lunatic and so do I.---

I wanted riches for the masses. 

"Allah?" "You brought King. That tale has told..." "grpijhwiniow...was it true?/am i bad?"

"Yes...tell the tale..."

--- A Temple in heaven. White light. People, A People.I died if they killed Love, am I looking at a rare picture of me in black, and I have an expression like mad Salvador Dali, and it's all black...Arabic words have an emotion revealed by colour;

I want to study Idlahamma;

a deep black/gloomy. a simple definition, in the dictionary, I know three types of black, the Satanic one is greyer, like it's built of scales...the deepest woe is, deepest black...I want to write the one word, all in arabic...I said about the Arabic green also...

""Yes, we have green-eyed monster...red rage..."

"No no, that's not quite correct...green is a feeling of Love, not sickness...the Zelda (?) You know that? That's waiting in the dark for Love...English doesn't express..."

There's dhamma...then the dictionary explains in part of dhamma, a type of Habba (Love) that he was "Crazy in Love with Her." I forget, but its something like Madha --- BLAH!

Ismee Lars. Inta --- ? Kha'eer...Dhalika Jannah...



I studied. I became a hitler. I read secret pamphlets. The pamphlets were about sicko. They cowed. I read hitler.


They were special. They said; we are Higher. I liked cool. There were stories about Vikings. 

The 1st one: 

"We seek Satan."

I was in love with Hatred.

I went to school...I was a fuhrer, especially an Untsharfurher of the Reich. I did this by school. 

When I arrived I was in a circle. I fell on the floor, and crumpled. I would like to say I touched the ground like a cat. I was clothes less, and astonished.

"Oh God. This is dark..."

I got given a table.

"You." nod, nod, "...are Jewish..."

"Nein, nein." shake head, shake...

"What do you want?" A hand on a piece of paper.

("I want. To, Fight. You!")

"I think I'm dead...I've lost my mind...My mum and Daddy are dead."

I had landed in the brusque. I worried, I sheltered in a storm, a large luckless storm, full of fool, darkest rain, blank tiers of fell-storms. Luckless.

I hurried through the streets.

"Find a girl, find a girl!"

I found two happy kids, who giggled.

"Lady, you are fit. We help you..."

"Help me. The fucking pig burnt me!!!"


They led me to a Kraut. He said:

"F***ing Hell! You are God!"

the Irish luck and the flared hair, red gold, but only in sunlight, or an electric light...the Irish mind, the the inter planetary red...Irish temperament...IRISH...leprechaun hair...big giant leprechaun, horns hidden in the hair...hooves, furry legs...

The first book, made me 'gosh!'...It was scientific, it sheoled jews, they were superior, the jews were superior and they wanted a war...they "Satan Luck..." ...we can only hope...

"We are wise to War...We are Luck."

I got the book from a woman...

The Interviewer was in tears:

"Your mum and daddy are dead? Vhat foul!!"

"I help you...get a suit...get a memory...give us Luck. You have entered fuhrer..."




here we go, f*****g pig, here we gooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! 



I got joined to parties. I got special prize, a suit, a luck.

I was 19. Nineteen in Soul. I fell door after door. I had been asleep in the mental hospital. People all over the dormitories were interplanetary travelling, an old grumpy woman was landing in a little town of Amwell, demanding to leave her day-time clothes on, every time she slept, I knew Amwell, well, it was full of huge wooden American houses...and a friend.

I flew through a dark room, falling like drowning in water, shining doors moved all around me, I went into a door, that gasped:

"We are in need of a Messiah..." a whisper gasp:

"Help Us..."

I chose that door.

Because I was sick of falling.

"Just let me out..."

"This is it!! I'm going through! I'm going through!!"


The book that led. It made me think, I was special, I wanted to crime. "F*****g Hell! I am Red!"

Getting a home was Hell. I got put in a dormitory in Munich. I was a mad-girl, but special, because I looked like a King. I decided to transform, I burnt bits. I had it all shaved off...I joined Munich...I got a seat:

"Welcome to the Talk."


I begged. "Will you help me?" "I am Hitler. I need showy light, I want Reich. Give me a job."

I got thundered.

I blanked out hatred. I joined the pips. The Army. I was UntSharFuhrer. (Sargent)


The War Diary (continued)

'Dita is weep'

'I want soul, German is soul, I like the Shine, it's Aryan Him, it's Gott...It's see I am Him...Mein Kampf writes pathetic...he says shit...

'When I free, I am Aryan...'

'Armena was Gods, she's a dyke...she has face...she shames cool...; 

'Stoopid Fag, every girl, dirt fag, I want girl.'...

'Eva Braun sparkles, "Look at Lars! He's having fun!" 

"I am shining! Shining! Look at my girls!"

"We welcome Lebensborn...every girl tonight. Make sure they are cool. I want luck...Luck is to, tickle...Lars has Lebensborn. "


"I have Hailer! I have baby. Scream! Eight girls, have baby. Scream they're Hell!"

"I made two. White Him. Alan, and, -----...I want them sky. Keep."

"Lebensborn was nut. How do I put? "By kissing!" "Vhere ist shit? Poof!" 

"Nein poof, bed."

"Bed is sick."

"Not sick. Gut!" 

"Then, sick..."

"I hate party, Eva is seen. He says, 'Stupid bitch, lean, fucker height!' She sweet...'

"Naughty Doth, you told me High German; "Thou Art Clean. Dirty men forgot. Don't dirty, becometh God."


War Diary part 7 or so.

"I sit in the house and think this is sit, every hope, the 'workergirl' sit. I had an argument with Dita/ I fought. 

She said; fuck...

I screamed, 'fuck is witchhhh!!!!!!!'!...she squealed, and said; 

Fuck is different to him ??!!! 

she said; 'I fuck shots.'

I said;

'Then fuck you!"

"When I am 45, I will have 'Haven'. When I am 32, I will be welcome in College, I will make some money. I want 42. 42 is the end of fight..."

"Porty...they call God,

"Porty" I sit. 

I sit there thinking thick. I hate thick. It's shell...I make fortune...I make a fortune in God...sure I'm dead."

"Fortune. They spoke; 

"Aryan fighter, I am sheol. I want you to fighter. You are 7th King, that is because Helman swords. He wants God, you are his sitter, Aryan Gods. If Aryan is to speak, it wil be you...you will be Queen......When I die, I want Aryans...My Holy Queen, I die..."

"Salt, thats whats Gods. Salt of the Earth. Good Gods."

"Speak! I'm sitting. Sheol, I'm hitting..."

"School. I made it. Everyone have school. Write about Heaven. Write Light.

I am Furher, Light."

"Jewish, Speak."

الاثنين، 1 أبريل 2013

War Diary And All My Good Friends And Lots Of Confusion

"Eva and I high, we out to God, we went all over...We said; "Look at War!! We are kill in War, never War!!" We walked arm in arm, we kissed...I like her, she says bed; "You vanti, you vanti..." I say, Vant..."

"The dog is sick, it looks at me and it is sick, she loves doggy, i want it dead..."

"When i open door, I blink, i have to think, i look at them and go, i say thick; "Yes sir, I'm dead..."..."Yes, I look."...I close the door quick."

"When they hurt Eva, I said, dead..."I don't think we'll bed, i feel ill...i'm so sorry..." I know i think 'Fell' I make it well, I cuddle her, i don't think well, if i comfort her I am god, i find it hard to comfort her, I am quiet and never God. Where did this come from? From Mum and Dad? They beat me I feel bad, women cry, I am mad, I can't heal when they cry, because i think die. I am grieving, we all die..."

"Hitler said gay well, "Funti, you are a naughty fuck for God, you have Eva, little poof, fuck her..."

"Amy is crying, she is shrieking; "Why am I hearing Germans!!!???" I wanted to pray for her, but I died, prayed..."

"Frodo is watching me, he says big, "Daddy Gandalf! I will protect thee, I told them to leave thee!!"... he means, leave me to God..."

"(Dorothy) is crying...She says, I am die Him, "You swear and pig!! You are too shook! I pray thee, and you say FUCK PRAY THEE!! I am keep, you are keeping!! Ernest says, "Split the devil!!" I hate thee!!!"

"Mummy knows and still says, "Pluck your eyebrows!!"

"I can hear me with Jews, the kint(d)er are Jesus, they say; "Mummy! We're delirious, we love you! You are Jesus! Nanny says you have baddie eyebrows, baddie eyebrows is Jesus, we love Jesus...!! A little boy says I have baddie Hindus because you speak Hindus which is Indian and Germany says Indians!!"

(very confused about dorothy....(???!!) I told Dorothy "I will take you to bed tonight!", and she giggled "Your memory of the Table is died??" It's 1930's...she says she listens to me in germany, I tell her I want the maid, She says; "You are shot!" "You are Miss Lars! I want you naughty!" She says Ben(t)ley is died, I want Bentley, you died...Benchley is a dog...." What if I said; "Hitler's favourite car wasn't a VSW Beetle, it was Lars,??" She laughed..."You are naughty dog..." I grab her wrists; "Don't want..." She touches mine; It tickles..."Naughty man, boydog." I am a girl! "Girl dog!" I love you....I will respeck, "Respect won't..." OK, goodnight...kiss..."Don't keep calling me Bentley, I look a fool..."..."Beetley!" Goodnight.

The War Diary

"I wrote, "I want Funti for my life, I will cry Eva wife, she loves me to God, she is sooooo sex, this life has been bleak, they look at me and call me 'dyke' they say I fack, i have never been in worse, I need luck, I need wife, If I have luck I will white, If I have wife I will love, take me to wife..."

"It is today! Today, is Gods, everyone wrote Hey! The private said I was a good man of Gods, the other men are creep, they say I stink, the higher men look at me to work good, to bring the hebrew down and carry the campaign forward, they know I am girl, they say, Gay, to be a girl is God's! Then they dither, and they say; "Why do I say Gods?" They say; You look, you want to look...I say no, I have never want..."

"Eva was luck!! She took me out, we went to a club, the club was 'knub' so evil and so dark, I said; "Eva, we're dead!" It is all brown, and the swastika is hung up, it was like the house and the black dog, the house was want, I think of Greta and think dead, "Did she look? Did she like the knife? I was so gentle with the knife, I wanted her, she wears glow, she was so beautiful"....the men pig, they drink and pig, they stink...the bar was dark and we ordered drink, I had one vodka, Eva went dead, "Don't you think the men here are arseholes??" I said, "Yes! They stink! They vant to kill God, I will kill them dead!!" She looked at me, I said; "Vhat?" She said; "Vaaaaaaannnnntttttttttttt!" She kissed, She whispered and said, "I like their stink...because they won't think, if they think of you they will want you dead."

"Eva is so sure we are dead, I say special dead, "We have God, and we are well...I like you, I love you!" They sing Jewish Death, I think of the jewish death, i feel sick, just as everyone wanted dead, i wanted a speckle of light, I want the hebrew, i want their light, i am ever night...Eva said; Alright...She said, "Heathen men are dead!"

"Come to bed, we'll bed because we're dead...Dead is beautiful bed..."
Metallica-Unforgiven Part Two (They had hurt her...They hurt her very bad, we stayed in bed...I sang this song with my soul...)
she wrote; "I want Gabriel, Go..."

"Why do I shock??!! I say; "Bitch!! I will kill everyone in the light!! I want you all die!!! They say Bitch, we want die!!! I am happy, I nay kill the hebrew dead, I bed...I have eighteen women, they are beautiful german, I meet them in His (Hitlers) house, and I have sex...we toast, to the end of hebrew light..."Vadarkvet Ekraut!!!" I like their Lauren Bacall, their hair in loops, their bright lipstick, their pout...They love...I love Love."

"I am jewish, nay in blood but in heart, the Torah is Love..."

"Work: I have to follow, I have to say, "I am Kraut!!" Like Grandad, like his curse, 'Kraut Pig!' Like Grandad I have to be loud...I hoop, which means I turn round, I can highkick, left to night, left to night...right to light, right to light...I am a genius!!! I can march...I heil like a kraut; 'JA!!' I look astonishing, I have lemon hair that I burnt, I mean I cut the curl ( I work like a king...When I open doors, I am silent and then I am Krall..."

(to be continued, computer time out)

الأحد، 31 مارس 2013

"Eva Unt Funti

Be Jesus, create Jesus, tell me, tell me what;

"When I took over the army, I cried King, I said, "You do what the King...!!" They said; "Ja!" I said "Corperal Dog! I relieve you of your post!" I said; "Eva! We are going to win! I've killed Hitler, we are Kaiser!"

Death in the War is five times, five times there, i die in camp, i create the Radiohead-Amnesiac...I taunt them (You and Whose Army?) Everyone in the death camps created Rabbi's, Law, and Rebbes, see the soul in your right eye, it's from your hebrew mind, look, mine says; We are bleak, we died in ever, i still love...
I kept upsetting jewish guys in the ghetto;

"I'm hearing i'm untersharfurher!!"

"That means you are in the army!!!!"
One testicle, whip, chop, chip chop!!! Magic! His death, knife, slap slint pow! greaaaasseeeeeeeeee, "Bastard Bitch!! I have died!!" I quickly took over, because I had been given a post, which meant I opened and closed doors for the Gestapo, I died in Auschwitz, that's where I wrote one hundred and fifty one songs,
(Pyramid Song is blessed) I burned in your oven...I hid in the ghetto, I lost my black and silver crucifix in an attic, covered in blood...I died...I took a look around his office, "Right!" I said, "Deustche become!!! Every fifth troop run, into the east, get eaten by the Ruskies, see we're His!!", Himmler was in his salon, looking gross, he was thinking; "I have a weapon, Hitler's gross, that little witch is god's, I told him..." He looked at his dog; "This dog is bitch..." Eva was thinking bed; "I vant 'Funti'!! I want him so much, Adolf said I am too gross, too gross for wanting women in bed...Funti is so, (?) sexual, he looks at me and loves, I know i want his woman...." Hitler was scheming, what did he say when he had no dick?? "Arghh!!!! The latervuck vant me die!!! I dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!" He spat on the dog; "Give 'Funti' pig!!" What did I think?? "If I keep crying I'm Aryan, the hebrew will be woe...I am too crying Aryan, I have to say we're Heaven, I'm in disguise...I've saved 65 hebrew men, everytime I lose my coat, they are wise, then I woke, they say, "So you lost your coat? mad guy!!" Eva says "Funti wants coat, give him coat..." I wrote a diary;

"Today they called me, and said Copoeral Schmitt, you have been summoned to the house of the Furher, you are to open doors and welcome, this is the (blah blah) office, report by tomorrow..." Another excerpt; "I will have to kill jews, if I kill a jew, I go to dead..."

When his testicle fell off, he screeched, Eva giggled...I thought; "Man, I've killed him, I am God..."

I am Funti

I sent 30 telegraphs to Kintershine; "You are my wives, I am now Fuhrer, I love my children, Be God..."

When Shitler died, they all laughed; "So....You want to be King? We have killed him (Him?) The Allies are about to attack, move forward, you have sent 196 troops to eastern Poland, that was a mistake, we relieve you of Him..." And they killed me dead...Eva said;

"I love Funti, kill me dead..."

... 29 days later, the World War ended."
Radiohead-Knives Out

The War Diary 5 or 6

Everyones singing red.

I have White Luck. Lapels, brown and white. I have Salvation...I have a wonder jacket, I have wise. The buttons! The buttons are so lucky, it's the leadership light. It's special. I have a place in the Reich. I serve Hitler.

When I was a Dictator

I went to the terraced house, the place, I walked through grabbing at my hair, and screaming...in 2002, one day before I was hospitalised. The skies outside were very grey that day, night came quickly, I peered through the keyhole of the front door, and saw a murderer, getting in a car, and everyone in the street, was hiding, the street is mostly, Pakistanis, and some white houses, with British and English flags in the windows, we were all hiding because it was the end of the world...

I knew we were heading for a nuclear showdown, we were gathered in Mannie's kitchen, I was going to married, to a chinese boy...this was some days before the end of the world, I was waiting for him, and his parents to appear, that day was sunny, and Nanny came in from the garden with a broom, and gave me a gypsy kiss..."You're married!"

"Where is he? I'm waiting for his parents..."

They didn't arrive.

.Because I was experiencing Time, as though I was in a different dimension, sleeping daytime, then waking through the night-time, days span, I was awake for five days long, cars were moving at top speeds around the house...I saw myself walking the street, form the bed-room window, I ran out into the alley with no shoes or socks...everyone in the street was welcoming me as I walked to Mannies house, for some rest...we sat at different ends of the sofa, with bright sunshine coming in softly through the curtains, soft guitar music was being played, the tea was perfumed, and the cigarettes were soothing...I was madly in Love, and I had no idea why...it was the most magical day.

The night of the nuclear showdown: Mannie was sitting at her special place, in the kitchen, at the left of the table, in front of the fridge, my 'nest' aunty was there with her teenage son, my cousin, the ex had followed me there, I sat at the table, Aunty's face was beaming, (there were there to keep me soul) the ex sat silently, my cousin kept his hands on my head, and shoulders, I said he had given me a blessing, the rest of them silent, to give me time...I couldnt cope, we were sitting in grey, night time came back swiftly, and I walked quickly through the hall, screaming and grabbing and pulling at my hair...Mannie exclaimed:

"Jesus was a woman!"

That made me groan, more, loud wailing groaning...Mum and Dad and the kids, were dead, in this house, my aunty and cousin, and the others, with me, were the only people left on earth. I screamed like a banshee!

"You are just like Mum!"


Yesterday, I arrived back at the terraced house, I thought to remember the terror, the ghosts, the cats that would keep their eyes hooked on mine.

"When was this house built?"

I remembered the Armageddon, 1945...(war diary)


"I came back here, when I had invaded England, I bought this house, and lived with a woman, the double-decker buses, were black and silver chrome, the streets were filled with bicycles..."

Mannie, was standing at the back-door entrance, puffing on a little cigar and holding a glass of red wine in her hand...she was wearing casual clothes, t-shirt, jeans, but when I looked, I saw a pair of just above the ankle, chunky, black boots, with thick straps around them...

"Oh my God! You're that bird, that was having a bath in Hitler's house!"

I turned round and walked through the kitchen, put the kettle and tried to remember..."So, this was why I was see-ing Nuclear bombing, America was trying to hit us...I was Fuhrer...why that woman? I lived here, because it's special, oh god? Was she violent? Let me remember?"

I made a joke; "I must have stationed a gunner in the halfway to protect me from
the proles..."

I went into the garden, she said:

"Look at that little tree..."

"Er, yeah, that one' s not me..."

something had happened to her, I gave her a cigarette, and we sat on the bench, together...she was being weird, she got out a little silver ring, with a purple stone...she looked at all my fingers, trying to fit, then she put in on my third finger, left hand, something had become love, I freaked...

I looked at the garden;

"There are small white-haired girls in black, lying all over the lawn and they're drunk...heavy metal..."

She wanted help, from me with pushing the tree-trunk against the wall and tying it up;

"Yeah, look don't talk to me now, this is all a bit too dyke...you need to dress girl..."

My tremendously tall friend walked into the kitchen...I was back at the kettle:

"Look, it's spooky in this house, you think? I'm remembering what sells..."

"What was she doing here? Was she gardening in the garden?? She said, it was shit and boring...I don't like that...the anger was so forceful...I forget now..."

SO I spent the rest of the night, at the table, staring at it and dying. Then I went out to the bench again...walked off again, realised, that walking from her aura-area' was making me sick, and highly stressed, I turned round and sat back with her...

"Nan...we'll have to be tied like gypsys...like their marriage, lots of string all round our bodies..."

"America, dropped an A-bomb purposely, over this target the house..."

"Snails, there are snails every where, they are slimy, Save ME!! Manky, if they touch me I'm sick..."

I must have lost a lot of hair, because I see a scary skinny little bald man, that's yah..."

There was nothing to do then, in the living room, just sit on a chair staring...I think the woman left me...

 "I saw her picture in an art magazine...sorry."

"You've poisoned these potatoes." She said

"Do you know I like loving?"

"You look sooo high..."

"My face is so dirty, let me think..."

She was trying to pass at the back-door, I saw a huge, weird chunky man in a blue sweater, with a woman's head...I said:

"Oh, Look, Not You! Thank You!...no way, you are a brute man at my party...no entrance through the door here..."

We went to the pub, and played darts.


My Tasfeer would be a danger.

Sometimes I pick up a dictionary, and then, read, and I'm exclaiming blasphemy!
 A quote (these are available, everywhere): 

“Men are in charge of women, because Allah hath made the one of them to excel the other” (Quran, IV.34)

Couldn't Gabriel have been slightly sarcastic? "Hath made the one of them to excel the other...." So the women were excelling, the other. Why not jealously take charge of them?

One day, I said Gabriel was Dead.

" Gabriel had fallen out of Heaven and he was asking Muhammed for help!"

"Ilafihim, originally means; The Desirous!!!"

Thats about as far as my reading has got.

--- And a wow, "looks like a biggie." And "I don't want your Ba!"---because she sits with him reading through the alphabet and teaching. And I walk over to a silver bench and a cigarette; and say;

Hello!! to

a child that shouldn't exist...
 an invisible gang of children:

"Aswadddddddd!!!! Aswaaaaaa!!! 'Swad! Aswad......!!! Aswaddddddddd! Swadddd....."

The blue circle, a swift arrow of white light, containing a blue circle, and stars....

What does she think???

He doesn't want to learn the alphabet:

"No!!! Its silly! You think we're witch!" 

I say: (cos he reminds of nan mixed with me, or a sister:) She is there, so, also, black skirt, black shirt, black coat, brown hat. 

"Yeah! I did it!!"

"It was an accident!!!"


Everyone was invisible. 

" I don't want to read ever again! You think we are Shaytan!"


It didn't really happen. My child isn't walking through sandy alleys and deserts, hundreds of years before I was born. But, then we saw the white ball flying through an spear. She won't forget. Is this a blessing? Is this a gift from Allah? What does she think. I don't want the alphabet. Aswadddddd....yeah, ASwwwwwaaaaddd....

This is a picture I made, the colours are awful. I like 'uploading' much more.

--- I don't know what she thinks. I'm going.----

الأحد، 24 فبراير 2013

Mad Jew

The day we found out my dad was a "mad jew" was when we caught him worshipping at the Throne of the Pharaoh.

Specifically, saying 'voodoo-wadooo' things at an evil tomb-grave, on a vacation, into Eygpt.

He was surrounded by Coptic kids, who said;

"Mad Jew!! This way!!"

Dad has a rat-like voice.

He quoted;

"La Ilaha....garaahhha grahhhhgrh, ilhaha la " like a Cockney-rat.

Mannnn, I just couldn't accept this shahadah, I just couldn't, I groaned when he said it as we got stuff out of the car. No way, man....

I didn't know Dad was Jewish. He scared the Coptic kids, cos they are not muslim.

"We don't sing, Shahadah, but you are Jew!"
"Jew will sing us!"

"Love is holy!"

I deliberated buying a bowl of bananas from an arabic boy, I started to walk away from his stall;

Dad's voice appeared;

"Buy his bloody bananas!!"

No way, no way man, they gave my dad fly....
wander through high-street, and wanted to give my heart out to a girl, in a bear hat, which is, a woolly hat with bear's ears. Muttering...

Don't give your love to that one;

"Not that one, That one, ain't a bloody King!!!"


I forgot to pay for a train fare, I hipped it, I told Baby Muhammed (Wa Salla Alahi Wa Salaam), what I did was walk through where the Man was checking tickets and flashed a wallet, which was even a pass....I must of described the ID card, as the Kid, drew a yellow shiny, mega shiny rectangle, with a dark yellow flower...which is of  course my special train pass!!!


Time travel....

السبت، 23 فبراير 2013


I wandered throughout the whole museum, went looking for prints...got lost in germanic iron works, bits of gates and fences all over the walls, turned a corner into a smaller room. Two girl's were trying on a whalebone stuck out under a dress thing, in front of mirror.

I wanted to find a seat, cos it's difficult to draw things with nowhere to sit..."And those damn chairs are heavy and they don't soul, I won't win, I will fail everything."

I sat on chair, in front of a glass case of bits of wood with flower designs on, boring....got a pencil and drew flowers, quite happy in a little quiet place, when someone appeared beside me, my head down, shading,

And said;

"Ahhhhhhhhh...."....like very heavy heavy smelly breathing. yellow ochre breathing. It carried a virus, it was husky, low and man-like but also mentally insane, like evil, absolute sleazy evil...

I remembered the breathing. That bloke, unclean bloke, who didn't handle, sexual appropriate, touched my stuff with disgusting fingers!!!

I pointed my pencil, and though and was about to say;

"You fucking pig...I go for peace.....and...." It got me angry like red fire,

I looked up;

It was a beautiful chinese girl...I got stopped like a gobstopper.

"You! know what happened! I thought I was fucking dead!!" (angry)

She stared at wood panels, while I gasped and stared at her, then she did something very funny, she took a quick wonky picture and said in a silly sharp voice;

"That is nice!!"

Took, picture with flash , walked away with another girl.
(in chinese, got we read chinese, we have Buddhist chinese minds, the first ESP's, the holy thoughts....are....chinese. She said; "And that is you!!! That is where you depress me!!! You talk stupid, (I look bad) you are a pig!!"

She made me laugh, she made me more hysterical, than I have been for a long-time.

I was so overwhelmed, I followed her with chinese powers round the museum. I decided I was rubbish and that I had to disappear. She decided;

"It's not bad to like me...". (she has a heavy english voice, it's funny because it's low and doggie like, it reminds you of home, all the little low doggie english voices.)

Sooooooo...I called her but it's depressing, because she eyes like BUDDHA, and she knows every dead.

She said; "'Bao yu, Lars Dead'...I want you to come back."

الخميس، 21 فبراير 2013

The Real Cohen.

Jesus made his men sing, they sang long and sorrowfully. They sang while I sat in my old stringy pants,  and my pentagram eyes, and then in minutes someone put me in a steeple hat, square and round at the top. in purple paisley, and thats when Jesus' voice sang shriller. I banged on the heaven door again and again I burned women and made them cry. I made weep and hell for years.

I quipped;

I said to Earth;

"And I'm f***** Salome...."

I said ;

I needed to call 'people' for help when I couldn't call God anymore. I was hiding from talking to Him/Her, and hoping that people would do it for me.

I said:

"Put it in YOUR ARSE, Bring the Hell to You. I will bring Hell to Jesus until he Helps."

I made magical 'pids'  I flew down to hell by accident, I told Jesus the accident, yellow ochre flew upwards from down There, I cried because well, there are kids in Heaven, and what if I accidently hurt or kill everyone?

I said; Put that dick in you, I said fight it or get attacked by Hell.

I was sick of explaining.
I couldn't put words together, now I can put words together i still make it difficult, Im quite sure I can't now. I'm supposed to be bad...

I tried to make him see, through a black and yellow mirror, I tried to make everyone see. It showed men in their bed rooms.

The yellow ochre man with the tentacles and the obese body, going after my girl in hijab. Learning how to give women sex from me, then, I learn he hurts people in public with his thoughts, and it tried to turn me, and even though everything was quiet and white, it was getting


Just not by


It thought through, and I shook and choke and left the room, all the while calling Mummy God or Father or Creation Soul, and got blessed with amnesia. So I'm brighter because of that.

And he went to Competition, because he was finding the beautiful girl in hijab.

"It's good that I'm ugly, cos It's not bothering me."

So I got the pentagram eyes, and dealt eye for an eye. But it only worked through soul worlds, so it slept in Hell, and got a lucky life during the day.

It wanted. Filth.

I got weaker when power came through. I couldn't Hit It. It did something where, it's face turned creamy white, and it opened it's mouth and try to suck on somewhere, so I flew in the monster, and it ate into him. But, he did'nt die. Ha, moon keyboard, sighs.


The Hat sang;

"The first Kohen in my Light to cry Hell.""

Difficult, difficult I don't want to hear Her...

"Your Holy King is Woe."

I believe God painted that Hat.

""NO  Lars, No"" that sound was like deep Bass.

Maybe a girl painted that hat.