tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33382544987679212692024-03-05T13:43:05.660-08:00----------Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.comBlogger353125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-20820484313444075742014-05-28T07:06:00.000-07:002014-05-28T07:06:30.850-07:00Lars Shalom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lars is the Angel Of Love, Lars has dark blue silky star spangled skin...Lars is Jewish, He speaks a form of Alien Yiddishin...He cries the race of the Yiddish men died...He hopes and loves, His wife is loves is there, is an Angel of Hope...<br />
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He rests on her salvar skin like beaten moth worms, her skin exsculguent, brimming with Him, He lies on her for hours, non-moving, in exultation, He says the heroin gives His pain, THE:...'singer'...'lover'...THE:...'dancer'...<br />
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She is so Him. The furniture is pale plywood so it makes the room modern and empty, there is a yellow blood stained book, broken, glass. He smells like damp attic, and sertooed skies perfume,<br />
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'<em>sertooed</em>' means;<br />
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<em>'jesus expects, jesus wants, he says beds, Michal wants, let them bed' </em><br />
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perfume, with icky bits of blood, he sees in the Angel, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands, blood,<br />
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he kisses Michal and she is cotton blanket, because he can't find her he licks and sucks the balls of tuft, blankets...trying to reach Her skin, he weeps...He sings when her <em>'maze vacht</em>' is touched, maze vacht is like lighted skin, like her want, look at aura see it in how she was clean wanting in her mind head laughs he is bastard he says her skin her tongue her voice is on the pillow, he is dirty voice whimpper voice tiny voice purrs she is mature and He says, only time, one touch, only time will give Him, she is mature why doesn't she speak, she would say, no, no, on, on, on, on, he soldiers in words, ON ON ON!!<br />
Of Michal, Lars David says;<br />
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<strong>"I give Her one touch...wait...to give another touch is to break...I sleep in her joyous His (sluts), I call her Queen...(sluts);<br /><br />'<em>varts</em>', which means;<br /><br />'a delicious jewish sky like white socks she is aurtousus to voice, she vant socks selma entire shine, give me this wine, eternal voices have loss, please give this to meeeeee....I have her loss...'<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPKDfBdxkMM"><em>Snow patrol-Set Fire To The Third Bar</em></a><br /><br />this means, bed, this means white touch...the room is light, so her bed looks light, where are we? We are in soul, but not quite...the soul feels level when we say touch, I float so high above her i fear touch, 'We shul we love..'...I close my eyes, and hear her touch, I wine...I see Love..."</strong><br />
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, and the perfect woman flew out of his neon blue clotted broken third rib through the air, and became contained in His: <em>'alvar lacht night'</em>...The perfect woman turned mulled, like grey skin and big nose, her pallor a <em>'alvar nacht ded'</em>...She floated in neon blue tunnels.<br />
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meant to have Her, and then questioned Her, and didn't want Her...He made a mistake and that made Him shriek...She shot lemins, like a queen, too '<em>amouti</em>'...said: Day, as Yay, forgave everything...<br />
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Lars Shalom hears vice, and is sick...Who is He?<br />
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He was a freedom fighter for Shul...He said blood of David will die...He wept in bed...the palace has walls because we are too loud...the cave/Delv is shuls...We are Solar System 51, Galaxy 9.1, Seekmen Bra, Planet Jesus, North Carolina...we seek in desert caves, woe...A Nazirite...<br />
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This blue skin meant Royal Bed...He says:<br />
<strong><br />"Vark enola, evarla egrog..." </strong><br />
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<strong>"...Watch for sky men, and cry they kill Love..." </strong>How did Lars David speak to Michal?? They said a language called, Bed...it was hot, and it was look, (which means?) They looked, and said: <strong>"Og!"</strong>...It was a juck event, their souls were so joined, they created Bed, in twilight dungeon they wear Yokes, and heavychains, they choked, and they mixed, and they whimpered and they groaned, and they starred, Bed was right, Bed looked white, they had to parry shots, from prison guards and black, with <strong>"UGH!"</strong>...they had to silence, and they learnt Lod...weak...hungry, thirsty...they are like Abelard like El Louis, in twilight dungeon but they couldn't touch the walls...so they sat, with drooping heads, in metal bars, and metal beds, and damp, piss swept stones, and twilight, in dungeons and said: <strong>"Evrog!"</strong> (love) <strong>"Lovvvvveee!"</strong><br />
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<strong>"My Girl??? I love God..."</strong><br />
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<strong>"Mi Chal? El Avanti</strong> (go forward) <strong>Hash</strong> (hush! Don't cry!)<strong>em..."</strong> She said; <strong>"Louis, Beloved? Avrack, etine, eholy go"..."Louis, David? I'm weak, let me go..."</strong> She is in dark, she is on stretcher, cobbled stones, deep tunnel...twilight dungeon, peeling neon blue walls...<br />
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I want to touch Her...I say:<br />
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<strong>"Evray! Look at what you've got!" </strong>And I run downstairs and turn on the music, the poetry is '<em>tous</em>'...Everything is tous, this was her bus-stop kiss; <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SKeOFOW37I">Make This Go On Forever</a> THE BUS STOP! The Bus:<br />
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<strong>"A sire has seen her, he seals God, he looks in the sky and sees a computer in God, He looks at Michal and weeps a lot, he wants to weep it is only Love, he says the bus rattles, everyone on the bus is high, he kisses, this bus felt soul, he is damned when it's ended, the bus is a pathway to God, he likes Michal's Hes, she looks beautiful Jewish, he is damned when it is gone, she looks beautiful Jewish..."</strong><br />
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<strong>"Ha the road circled like dogs, every spaceman saw His Jewish, the bus was paradise, he cried lone tears, He was 'moushus' (devil), symptoms of Amorelia, cry moushus King..."...</strong> '<em>Moushus</em>'; means; <em>'Bedevilled by Him, gross expense, failure to comply to Him, wanting of God, devil love,'</em><br />
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Lars David said <strong>"I am the Adultery man, I am King! Yet I still love David!!" </strong><br />
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He laughed at David, said his divorce answer was a black line that flew from the sky, and Michal was all gold, that Lars was the little devil inside, he said, the world woes, because David wants, David was skulls, he said Louis goes, two jumps in the bus shined, they said; 'Hope to love in Gods' Other rattles climbed his head to the skies, He said; <strong>"Look what I've got!" </strong>She giggled...the bus never stopped, he said, <strong>"</strong>Snow Patrol <strong>is Abel's, I dedicate this to Woman Of God, it took months of shining, it booked Roman, it booked Devon, it wrote Torah skies, like water!...A little of it is God's, a little of it is Death, Death is God's!!"</strong> He held the album in his hands and said; "<strong>I will bring her thousands</strong>"...<br />
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The Kiss was; <em>'avroti'</em> means; <em>'silently golden, a little miss, sleepy...'</em><br />
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The bus streaked a colour like bog, because it would stop, and there was nay a Jewish congratulation, he had defied David, he had defied God...But He knew God wanted, God wanted Him to love Michal...</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-62574919536087204912014-03-27T11:47:00.002-07:002014-03-27T11:47:59.741-07:00PLEASE please reply!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I went to Brick Lane, this morning, I found it after eating a Turkey and Cranberry sandwich, I sat on the pavement and chewed it groaning...</div>
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I have a problem with anything that tastes different, anything spicy or extra sweet, in fact, anything that tastes of <em>something</em>...I gave myself up to eating it, but I had to store the second piece, to have with cappucino, with enough sugar and milk to take the taste away....</div>
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Dammit the tea I got later, was Earl Grey!! I had to stave that taste off with two cigarettes in succession, and then I drained the whole cup in one...I was in a 'cool' cafe DAMMIT! I hate anything cool!! I luv it, I lovvve feeling cool, and looking in mirrors more than at women. Bite, bite any women.<br />
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Any pretty girls, any gay male couples, anything like your clink clink easy listening dub house chic crap playing in the background, your flyers full of whack whack, white bands with a loser fat middle-aged bass player, in a beret...your damn well-applied graffitti 'paintings' in gallery spaces, your smelly gallery smell, of gay mens feet...the £800 priced pencil drawing copy of a photo next to each other, of distorted unrealistic, 'hobos'...</div>
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the big, vintage shops, of over-priced mod military jackets in grey, with BRIGHT YELLOW Hemlines and edging, HSITIT next to cheap crap Pakistani shops selling Leather, things...over-priced Internet Cafes...queers carrying bags of sainsburys shopping into their shared flats together...art school types, art school MIDDLE CLASS DAmit!! </div>
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I got one one pound book, called Qajar Paintings, that is, DAMMIT, a book full of lovers and dancers, all</div>
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Weaing huge birdlike monobrows, a little bit of hair in front of the ears (peculiar to Persians) that curls upwards and long..."Mannie, Mannie, thats mannie...that one her, oh look this couple kissing look the same...me..."</div>
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In the cool caef, which was half, outside?? in a car parking street, sellign beer from fridges at a stall, and upstairs, all in the dark, long leather sofas, and pillows on a bench rolling round a pillar, i dreamt about Persian Royals, I will PAINT, myself in my bandana holding a cigarette, in the manner of Persian Royals...</div>
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I storm powered someone I wanted dead. It didn't happen.</div>
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I called Allah again.</div>
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DICKS, royal DICKS...</div>
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He got a divorce and a death at the same time....</div>
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DAMIT!! I'm really too...any...</div>
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I dont know whats next, its not a cool ride. Its full of 'hessians' expecting a ride. Its the death of soul. No-one will suceed. I'm pausing this computer and going out for a cigarette. I'm going to bread, one iced bun, yum. DICKS.</div>
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-77729791397390493812014-03-27T11:47:00.001-07:002014-03-27T11:47:51.637-07:00The Reason For Death.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The place broke, Raeffetta, Amorelia...they disgusted Kings by singing red. My extra definition of red, is that way of making a sickening joke, that way of blatantly being sick, it's a teenage and often male disease, a little differ to jewish red, the Emelbert red. The damn Hell-Fire Holy, red, that sparks from your eyes and blazes through all the doors, destroys the demons... lots of different reds, a crimson red, a dull red, the Holy bright red, even the strawberry red, that soul colour of cool thoughts, that works through all the Reds, and cools the Fire. The burgundy is a little red, women love women. The brown red of the Earth, the Colour of the Earth, poor little Louis buried in the earth. The red in the deep purple. The red against black. The red shoes. Red letters. Red hearts, blood. Single Mothers. single mothers, oh well.<br />
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The Raeffi were 'took'.<br />
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Taken by evil, possessed by demons??<br />
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I don't think even communists could survive the new Red. The new Red is especially British. The young girls are red now. I think they caught it from men. I don't see where they think. It is classlessness defined as wit? Anyway this disease has been encountered throughout my travels. The best is, that, I'm a Dag. I try to red and they sigh and turn away. Or I go over red, and that's it. I'm being 'out-of-order', because usually I'm polite, and for me to say red, is to be going over the bar. If I'm 'out.of.order', to them I really mean it. That means I hate you. It's upsetting.<br />
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"You silly bitch! You said she was a Dog."<br />
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So, they know I mean it, I really don't. I can't class red, and that was the disease that infected me that day, because someone kept asking me 'what do you think of her' all day; the disease that day was: 'to repeat; what you know is 'out.of.order.'<br />
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F*** it. Back to the <u>History of Planet Jesus:</u><br />
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People are psychotic, they go to War.<br />
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The Raeffi's were a 'People'. They were 'Charlatan' (oh my.) I was brought up to say 'Gosh' by dead people, the dead people I know do not swear...that was red...<br />
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that was a scaffing, heartless sentence, emotion is paramount to dead, so ignore me.<br />
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Who thought they 'was' the 'Best!' ?<br />
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Amorelia didn't need oil wells. They needed soul-less Hate. Everything was cosy, until a whole country got 'took'.<br />
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Who started the Took?<br />
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"If King Aus was King, we were spittle." That was the jist of the interview, it was the Opinion of A People.<br />
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I <i>am really angry</i>.<br />
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I have a startled blank dull feeling and a painful neck from reading hours of red. I am really angry, that they are <i>wasting my time</i>, they have friends!! they make this known. I am not mentioned. Then I read long tracts of 'why you people are special to me.' And I turn red. I get blocked into this tract, and think, now I don't want friends. Is this Autistic or Aspergers? I am full of blank questions, and that turns my friends red, I mean the ones that actually bother to meet me at weekends, and then when I do elaborate in conversation, I repeat the facts, and then afterwards I realise, description or emotions are needed. Or perhaps a red joke. Dammit! I'm glad, to be 'out of your life.' I have nothing and nobody expect dead friends, dead children, dead heroes for friends. <br />
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I get embarrassed. I don't want any more dead heroes becoming friends, anyway I ran out of heroes. Note: find obscure heroes, notably mexicans.<br />
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I hate Modern Art. It's too read. I have a list of Nazism in Art;<br />
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1. Very high profile Art Magazine you find everywhere; A black and white photograph; A naked woman in a bath, not much water, washing her long hairless legs, with large boots level to the middle of the bath, big leather boots with lots of straps and metal connections, on the side of the bath in the corner, a framed photograph of Hitler.<br />
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2. A book on show in the Whitechapel Gallery window. A blonde kid, with a milk moustache and a side parting like Hitler.<br />
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Anyway there were more, but you've seen those ones, a jewish woman in fancy dress, as Hitler.<br />
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3. Another art magazine. A story of a german photographer, meets Hitler, and he tells her of the 'Creation of a New Religion.' I realise he is referring to the Religion of Lars Shalom, but he has stolen it. And made it redder.<br />
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4. That saucy story of Tamara Lempicka and a horrible Italian pervert, in a kids' book, an old copy I suddenly decide to read after having been given the book for 12 yrs, because I hate all her Nazi paintings of Nazi's and<br />
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-44790705617965734652014-03-27T11:47:00.000-07:002014-03-27T11:47:39.958-07:00I Hate This<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I really hate stopping and asking why the Raeffi died.<br />
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I hate the name,<br />
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because I was drunk, in that little garden, trying to flick the goldfish around the pond when I sang that name, and because Polly was on TV, in a film where she played Mary Magdalene, that night, it was surprising that they had even allowed the television to be switched on. I stayed in the garden past bed-time, I had just the chapter about a vision of a snake and Jesus, a snake crawling over my arms because I was sat on my belly, writing, snakes walk on their belly, and anyway that 'jesus-man' who came to talk to me, was 'too evil, what is happening.' He was a serpent. Things like that can cause a spiritual death. I fought him a lot after that. Not just because of that, but I'd been left in the red. Bad red. Impossible calls, weeping women. No one there.<br />
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So, I stop on the name and think oh not again.<br />
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<u>History of Raeffetta and Amorelia:</u><br />
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I was talking to his friend, there was another man there, perhaps in a cloak and hood too. There were bright light blue lights in his eyes: God. Bright red lights, some frenchman that jumped in the back of the boot of our bus, and followed us tot eh sea-side, red eyes; equals: Devil. It was unfair, why let a Satanist jump in the back of my car? There is a book itself concerning this french man, I figured he was the one involved in all this Holy Blood?Grail 70's important. It was the Satan man who cried he was the blood of God.<br />
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His eyes turned bright red in the tavern. Anger. Whoever got those eyes would die. <br />
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Someone had put a bag of coins on the table. Buying a prostitute. The man in the hood with the red eyes, told a parable about the use or misuse of money. That was the clearest part in my memory. <br />
These stories I remember so clearly, but I can't explain.<br />
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<b>His friend was Judas. You saw this, and you knew Death.</b><br />
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<b> You scaled, </b><i>"If you are, You are.</i>"<br />
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<b>You told him Heaven. </b><br />
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I knew this was the best friend.<br />
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hhhmmm...this will look hate. That's why I don't know why.<br />
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<b>SPEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!</b><br />
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UHUHUHUH I didn't Kill Him by knowing this, I was the silly witch that kept speaking in his mind, while it looked like he was hiding out in the city. I had completely lost my mind. But I kept to him. I was cruel to tell the one I couldnt work out would kill, maybe I had my own story. Maybe it was odd divine. I just wanted to the tell the one he was with. It was fun. I even went past myself to the voice. the voice said:<br />
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<i>Redeem me. I want to Love.</i><br />
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It couldn't have been evil.<br />
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Now both of us, we're soul. We find Love. We have hatred. He tried to redeem the Satan. I gave up on Him. It was simple, this was the War, help me now. I get Shekinah. I've brought Torah. I've married Shekinah. I've brought Christ. Shekinah says it's wise. ' It's not Sell, it's Face. ' "You did it before I was wed. You are right! I came alive in red !!!"<br />
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-73930085274394576332014-03-27T11:46:00.000-07:002014-03-27T11:46:00.724-07:00Aldo Raine: Adam and Eve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've spent a good week...I had three days, to stay in the garden, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chuffing</span> ciggies and drinking tea, with yes, gallons of whatever kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alcohol</span> is stalking me.<br />
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I danced, a funny dance all round the garden, jumping over the dog shit, one little lump of pooh...the "I have for you... <strong>desire</strong>!" dance over <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">some one's</span> head, and this semi-conscious automatic dance, where I turn into a big chimpanzee, and then I could see my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Arabian</span> son, copying my dance, so I built him a computer game, with platforms and flight power, and well, if they fall down a ravine, they're dead, they died five times, skill! ; Mario! Grandad said "Hey!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Marrrrria</span>!!!!!!!" and some guy heard us, and built a game, I wanted to kill grandad, I kicked his chair over because he was drinking, kooper, because I thought he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mohammed</span>, I was pissed again, kooper.<br />
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So, I didn't spend money, and gave Nan a £20 note for her Catholic Hospice, I didn't want to tell, because it's breaks, Holy Law, but I told you..the day before that, I walked a few miles to Nan, and when I got there she wasn't in, so I had to rest on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">someone's</span> wall, because I could see;<br />
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A chariot, of silver, being pulled by 8 white horses, and no driver, then drums began thundering through the skies above the houses. Then, something creepy, whispered over my shoulder, I didn't want to look, but, I was crying <strong>KILL KILL DEMON DEMON</strong>...He said:<br />
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"You are Jesus!" I was drunk, I had another mile to walk...I began singing, but when I sing I'm<br />
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Aldo, that was the skies!! I knew I was hanging out with God himself, because when I got stuck with a joke or an act, he played on;<br />
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He made me <em>Look</em> like Aldo, the guy, played by Brad Pitt, in the new film, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Inglourious</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Basterds</span>...it was swell...but back to the walk-stop<br />
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<em>someone sent a rat down from the skies</em> Just a rat, no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yay</span>, there we see a demon we'll help, no they mocked me with a rat; (search <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Matishis</span>) I saw where it arrived, yet when I looked, it turned into something higher,<br />
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a very muscly man, covered in thick black hair, and it cried;<br />
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<strong>"I'm Satan"...</strong>I looked at it, and it took my soul, and got sweeter. So, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thought</span>; "The one who sent the rat, can leave Heaven!!! and I can just delete this thing!!" And this;<br />
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Eve, found it, and I heard the babies born; twins;<br />
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and they sounded grotesque, they were screaming, and one of them called out; <strong>CHUCK</strong>, in a loud man's voice...<br />
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And then I heard others, a family, that greeted me, a nice GOD family<br />
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Adam has created 65 thousand Heathens, Cain was despicable, Eve was dead...Abraham was King...the men of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">cain</span> are part-white/part-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ofare</span>...which means, they bred with Africans, who appeared from, Heaven!! As did Abraham! They were very white, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">y'right</span> MELANIN.<br />
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Southern India, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Yeshoda</span> and King Vishnu-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Amarati</span>, the third king of Arabia, got angry with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ashu's</span> Cain, but they, the Gods; were still holy, and they sent kings and queens the colour of <strong>dark blue</strong> to Earth...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Darjeeling</span> sweet,<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Ashu</span> was a thicko...Abel turned on God, He said:<br />
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"Sick man, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Ashu</span> is like the <strong>(!!black!! which means SINS</strong>!)...Eve is bride, Eve mine...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Ashu</span> fat mack..."<br />
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Aldo likes Negro ladies, some despicable <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">thang</span> says he was lynched for being, no, he has an eye for the ladies...<br />
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It was Abel, then Cain yelled; "I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">fock</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">froggg</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">fuccccckkkkk</span>!" ??????? I can't look at any of them...Aldo is funny, he and another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">jewish</span> criminal have killed; see this; 175 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Naaaaaazi's</span>, 75 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">muslims</span>; toll up to 3000..a nice square <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">jewish</span> number... We fitted <strong>LASER EYES and the baddies fared firrrreeeee</strong><br />
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smoker, be right back.<br />
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Time Traveller's Wife; I hated it...I was Aldo in the supermarket, I got back from that RAT walk; and the story, despicable, Jesus appeared and Baby Elijah appeared in my belly..and then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Osama</span>, I have to interview him, because (Allah cut in); "I don't want to see your voice, so Lars can take over the St.Peter's job..."<br />
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I want to see through Being John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Malkovich</span>;<br />
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He says: "BECAUSE I'm Carl!! They don't want me!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">swarcz</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">swarcz</span>...I'm a primary school teacher, I'm ddancing up the stairs, Mummy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Polly</span> can leave because she swears, I can see bin laden bunker there are demons in their toilets, women are being killed daily, I'm dancing round the bathroom..I can see what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Ashu</span> left;<br />
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He puked; and logs/pieces of black hell wood appeared...I can see the world I partly know the secret, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Nachman</span> saw the Throne, because I wanted to look;<br />
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It's two girls, greeting each other outside school.<br />
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I said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Nachman</span> would die. I didn't know what he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">thought</span>, he was crying; Father they've died!! They are Light! He said; I want this God...<br />
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Because it's pure...<br />
I'm tiny in this street on the wall, and I want to look through;<br />
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I'm a huge white soul, covered in a veil, the Arabian countries, there, is a giant devil coloured fence/wall, two walls...devil colour is like; black, with knobs on..<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">that's</span> it.<br />
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And still the drums...but you can't hear, can you?...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6xaIPszwpo&feature=related">nightwish-</a>end of all hope...<br />
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Cain walloped Abel...---<br />
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No Cain left.<br />
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That was The first Holy War.<br />
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---fought between YOU and ???<br />
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Grandad is german, he has sent men down, I've jsut seen a very young man knife a yellow demon, this is END IT<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6ViM8tKG1Q&feature=related">withintemptation</a>(this is dubby)</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-65596051953518745492014-03-27T11:12:00.000-07:002014-03-27T11:12:50.974-07:00Someone is Dead<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-47687035196683575132014-03-03T03:39:00.000-08:002014-03-03T03:39:47.209-08:00Mosque<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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she had massive green, bird-leaf eyebROws, that had been snipped at and picked...they thick, thick even when she was a baby...a little squashed face, all these vampire lines around her lips, white face, a squashed nose, snipped at the end...<br />
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When we walked the mosque, we talked, I followed the little woman in leather jacket and cow-girl boots through the hall, clicking my fingers, thumping my thin arms, like easy waves, 1,2,3 skipping a little, a man gasps and clasps his chest crying his love, and he falls back against the door...looking at white face, with little white hair...we walked through a door, and entered the girls side, a dinner-night, full of large tables, seats squashed together...the first time a girl sees Jannah and she wails, turns round in shock, and walks away, I laugh, then wail and step towards her...I laugh again, and say:<br />
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"Oh dear! the first time she sees someone from Jannah! And I'm dead!!!"<br />
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The maiden went back to a youthful age, her thick wavy green hair, and massive black eyebrows framing huge dark green eyes.<br />
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True Love is green, Jannah is green...<br />
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Later, I have to find the mosque toilet...I feel tall, and walk to the beat of the Quran recitation blasting around the halls...I wave my hands and click my fingers, my soul sings the Surah, exact, I try to listen to my soul and hum some words, I'm walking to the beat, with black long hair, and rich dark purple coat, embroidered with a silent pattern...I turn towards the man's section and enter the door...A man holds it open for me as I walk through, and he bows, my head is high, his clothes turned to a sparkling silver...embroidered hems and edges... <br />
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-44118506789234615052013-11-22T12:04:00.000-08:002013-11-22T12:04:41.037-08:00Soul Colours<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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New Colours:</div>
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Turquoise: Blessed at Birth/Re-Born</div>
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Yellow: Delight, High happy</div>
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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. .</div>
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Dark Blue: Holy.</div>
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Purple: Even Holier, and mixed with Blue. Purpley-Pink: Gay-Girl.</div>
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Bright Blue: Funny</div>
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Light, sky blue: nice. happy.</div>
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Light pink; nice, happy.</div>
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Bright Pink: High, at a Party.</div>
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Orange: Extremely Clever.</div>
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Dark Brown; Why? Weep.</div>
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Light Grey (with stars) Reasonable, yet liberal, sensible, sees ways out.</div>
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Dark Green: True Love. ( a dull green ; He doesn't really Love YOU!!)</div>
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Jungle Green: War-head.</div>
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Vanilla, the feeling of touch, plus Mocha Chocolate...</div>
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Lime Green: sex.</div>
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Lemon Yellow; Full of Worship.</div>
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White: (just white) Good.</div>
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a weird green white: "Divine."</div>
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Neon monsters, in green, blue and pink...high emotion. Some colours are felt (colours are emotions/souls) so intensely they become fluorescent...</div>
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Bad Souls:</div>
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Yellow Ochre, a dead white, scaly grey-black (satan has appeared!!) dull yellow, dull purple (idolatry) dull red (bad language)</div>
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Dulled sky blue; Trying to be nice, but secretly hating you...</div>
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The most important colours;</div>
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Gold: GOD!</div>
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Silver; The Voice of the Angels.</div>
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Turqoise...a new blessing, maybe blessed in the womb and birthed to Buddha skies.<br />
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Cold, grey blue sea: (unaccepted)<br />
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Strawberry (or Raspberry) Liberal...even a liberal republican.<br />
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Beige: touch<br />
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Yukky Poo: EVIL<br />
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FLUORESCENT: of the mega-mega lifted extreme colour...i.e: true love green...mega mega!!<br />
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New colour just in: YELLOW: HAPPINESS/JOY<br />
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Dark bluish PURPLE: (like Rabbi...yo...holy song high)<br />
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----unexpected---a secret colour<br />
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And<br />
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What is Cadmium Yellow<br />?? Is it evil??</div>
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-29736892255052828492013-10-20T06:37:00.000-07:002013-10-20T06:37:56.378-07:00Killing The Seagulls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I asked;<br />
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"Why do you want to kill the seagulls? Mummy and I...ah....mummy....(is gay)....I don't like seagulls screaming at me..."<br />
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"I hate the seagulls because they say you and mummy are demons."<br />
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"What?! ...seagulls, ....seagulls are nasty because they tell me to get out of town, what me and mummy...is...yes, they scream."<br />
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He says;<br />
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"I won't say they are demons, but I will kill the evil."<br />
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"I love seagulls, because they kiss women. Mummy and I...she....is a lady!"<br />
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"* giggle; I know mummy is a lady."<br />
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"We love Him!"<br />
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"We love Him..."<br />
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"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..."<br />
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Muhammed is singing to grandad.<br />
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"I am writing a book, and I will read to thee. Mummy is freak, because she thinks she is in heaven, she is travelling..."<br />
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"Hey you!!! Go and talk to my baby, I'm worried!!!"<br />
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-32985623837464431792013-10-20T06:32:00.000-07:002013-10-20T06:32:22.345-07:00Kill The Seagulls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Muhammed is going to kill the Seagulls.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Same old, same old.<br />
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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.<br />
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Muhammed is going to kill the Seagulls.<br />
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Think. Stop. Look and Think, Listen. He is just a child.<br />
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Because. I tell the air; "Seagulls are very homosexual. I read it in a book called H.Animals. They are lesbians."<br />
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We are going to kill the seagulls. We have a vendetta.<br />
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I don't like it.<br />
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Screams. Usually girls screams about anything and mad.<br />
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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.<br />
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Get a bus. Sing.<br />
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Lets get simple here and try to explain. It doesn't make for good reading. Where was I meant to stay?<br />
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We didn't kill any seagulls, but I preached to all and sundry, cos people are bait stupid.<br />
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If my 3yr old, kid, foster son whatever, america. can write<i> books, about mummy going, and lou arriving, and all a diary, and he is just ;</i><br />
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<i>BLAH.</i><br />
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<i>Arabic wonder HEll woman, yo.</i><br />
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"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!!!"<br />
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And then sacked the man who tripped me when I jumped off the bus.<br />
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So;.....ending, we are Silver, now, and<br />
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Let go.<br />
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A real, wise, salvation.<br />
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Thrones.....<b>.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</b><br />
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<b> want to move, jumped, </b><br />
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<b>So; a giant Sphinx that i screamed real live above the roof stuff. </b><br />
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<b>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.</b><br />
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<b>Thats bleak!!!!!! Thats bleaker than bleak that that is all i can write !!!</b><br />
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Master, I'm called a Master now, like Rebbe, and went to somewhere i dont know how to write.<br />
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Let me Go.<br />
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me, me me. He is funnier.<br />
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Sweet stories, do do do no, don't know</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-73206893507395478512013-10-20T06:31:00.000-07:002013-10-20T06:31:39.783-07:00The Gold God Said...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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...<br />
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(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.<br />
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Soldier God...The Aryan is His...<br />
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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 <strong>THE DEATH; THE HOUSE</strong>...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...<br />
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I want Sire souls because I am King...Lars loves souls...<br />
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(Hindu) Please God...India has left us souls...</blockquote>
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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...</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-55528022539004409032013-10-15T10:12:00.002-07:002013-10-15T10:12:21.734-07:00THE END<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is the END, my friend!<br />
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I am NOT DEAD...<br />
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I've gone...<br />
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thanks everyone...</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-55151934389954449112013-06-05T05:27:00.004-07:002013-06-05T05:27:46.647-07:00Dangerous<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My Tasfeer would be a danger.<br /><br />Sometimes I pick up a dictionary, and then, read, and I'm exclaiming blasphemy!<br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">A quote (these are available, everywhere): </span><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">“Men are in charge of women, because Allah hath made the one of them to excel the other” (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Quran, IV.34</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">)</span></b><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">Couldn't Gabriel have been slightly sarcastic? "<b>Hath made the one of them to excel the other...." </b>So the women were excelling, the other. Why not jealously take charge of them?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">One day, I said Gabriel was Dead.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">" Gabriel had fallen out of Heaven and he was asking Muhammed for help!"</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">"Ilafihim, originally means; The Desirous!!!"</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">Thats about as far as my reading has got.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">--- 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;</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">Hello!! to</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">a child that shouldn't exist...</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"> an invisible gang of children:</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">"Aswadddddddd!!!! Aswaaaaaa!!! 'Swad! Aswad......!!! Aswaddddddddd! Swadddd....."</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">The blue circle, a swift arrow of white light, containing a blue circle, and stars....</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">What does she think???</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">He doesn't want to learn the alphabet:</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">"No!!! Its silly! You think we're witch!" </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">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. </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">"Yeah! I did it!!"</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">"It was an accident!!!"</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">---</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">Everyone was invisible. </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">" I don't want to read ever again! You think we are Shaytan!"</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">---</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">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....</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">This is a picture I made, the colours are awful. I like 'uploading' much more.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.6em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">--- I don't know what she thinks. I'm going.----</span></span></div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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.Everything has meaning. Every single tiny word or action, is in God, or in Hell <br />
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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..."<br />
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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....<br />
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He hates them, they are stupid.<br />
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They spit on the walls. He doesn't lend daggers.<br />
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He hates!! And spits and spits!!! They are all stupid!!! Not like Insane!! ?? They sick. They are stupid.<br />
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They hate everyone.<br />
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He spits!!<br />
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They burst through walls, with powers of hate.<br />
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All the daggers have been thrown.<br />
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They are losing, and that makes him laugh. He hates laughing, he hates to even know of them.<br />
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They are stupid.<br />
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He is envious of fools.<br />
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More walls and walls.========I won't wait to be asked..."<br />
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"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...</div>
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-85091042397673968692013-04-13T07:14:00.000-07:002013-04-13T07:14:00.239-07:00The Mad-House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Duty was; When the Interviewer thought I was Red, she winked...</b><br />
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<b>"I am putting you in light, you are, enter, a mad home..."</b><br />
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<b>The madness of a 1930's home, the girls were sparkles, </b><br />
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<b>I punched a peanut. I ran through the house, and took clothing. I turned into a man;</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Right...Now, get work..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I ran to an office;</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Nein nien, Hail! Hail! I vant a job!"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>They gasped:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"You have Ary</b><b>a</b><b>n face."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Do you want special? Or sort?"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"I'll join, Effer..." </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>--- I lifted my chin, clasped my hands, crossed my legs;</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"I vannnnnnnnnt, S.S."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Blimey!! SS is hardest!!" </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"I know.... And I sin. Piss on my face and I will King." </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>They wrote:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"He has....a look like lemon. A good King...get him to Kraut. Write,: came in; Him."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I growled in the office; I growled with long hands clasped, and long legs crossed:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<i><b>"I am waiting."</b></i><br />
<br />
<i><b>--- </b></i><br />
<i><b><br />
</b></i><br />
<i><b>In 1935, I was cross, In the fifties I was a Star. </b></i><br />
<i><b><br />
</b></i><br />
<i><b>---</b></i><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I applied for breeding, </b><b>on the grounds of wanting sons and daughters, because I was weird and wanted weird children. </b><b>I wrote to Hitler, </b><i><b>I wrote I was Zwitter. But I wanted no Hell from men...</b></i><b>A card arrived that said: </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"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..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>---</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>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...</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>---</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>The pretty girls shone. They were wow! "And you can't lack!" They were all around 16. I was 19 and a half...</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>One looked down at the floor, shyly;</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Would you like me?"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"No, no, I don't vant..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"We can have a family..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"No, no, I die..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>---</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Keep her..."</b><br />
<br />
<b> I <i>can't!</i> have...I am brutal! I know girl...I tell them I'm girl and they lie. </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Girl; "Why can you?..." </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Another Girl: "Have you got half-blood?"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Me: "Yes, I'm zwitter...are you alright??" </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Girl; "I like this...give want."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>---</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<br />
<b>I took over, it's obvious... </b><br />
<b><br />
</b></div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-6361201581586386372013-04-13T07:13:00.001-07:002013-06-03T06:43:00.613-07:00War-Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
bow to the law, law give me words;<br />
<br />
there was a fire in the belly. I heard twice. Name the belly; Muhammed...<br />
<br />
Does she like the O and E? She likes the U and A?<br />
<br />
There was twice. And I believed.<br />
<br />
Then I sat near ZimZam, and flung myself through a lemon portal, and screamed:<br />
<br />
"There? There? So I'm dead under the tree in the desert!!! I know where I've been sent..."<br />
<br />
I slid down the stairs, " the Bait...The Fire has the Bait!!!!!!!!!"<br />
<br />
On Zimzam's bed:<br />
<br />
"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..."<br />
<br />
I'm a weeping black in silk, and a hot raging red fire in my sleeping...no power kill's Infidels...<br />
<br />
It passed in minutes, a quick e-yo.<br />
<br />
I faced it like it was nothing, I laughed, I slept, I said:<br />
<br />
"Look at these theories..."<br />
<br />
"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..."<br />
<br />
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<i> Shamsi</i>...<br />
<br />
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:<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
"What has happened?? Everything has just died, I can't cope, how will I get out??"<br />
<br />
I heard: "Daddy has died..."<br />
<br />
"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!!" <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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:<br />
<br />
"Oh Boy! My Son!!"<br />
<br />
It was a quick hilarious use of power I don't want...I ask for light to be taken away. I pray heathens dead...<br />
<br />
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 !!<br />
<br />
If your all sure.<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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 <i>tichels</i>, 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.<br />
<br />
That's a stop.<br />
<br />
A blank.<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Zimzam.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Zimzam is pretty and a hero. The first story she heard was when he called: He said:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Mummy! I am star-light! This is so Him!"</b><br />
<br />
We get like silent death. ZimZam will choke, you choke....<br />
<br />
I tell the story, and the point of the story is like a fable.<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
So thats<br />
<br />
a stranger sentence...</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-50426758509094856322013-04-13T07:13:00.000-07:002013-06-03T06:43:19.859-07:00The Dumping Ground of the Universe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Emelbert, home of the rat-people...<br />
<br />
There was an influx of english-men, demons like little women with red and black and yellow tentacles, and the terrible ruling Goyim...<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
There was the colour fluorescent blue for Emelbert...<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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....<br />
<br />
How it got on radio, and made men say disgusting things...<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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:<br />
<br />
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..,<br />
<br />
The Crowley book.<br />
<br />
Dead, dead, dead....That book.<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
When I left, and rode back up the winding road beside the chalk quarry, with the cat still on the ******** bike;<br />
<br />
The bike jack-knifed, it just broke apart in the middle, and the tyres were down. The chain had fallen off.<br />
<br />
A little white car drove up the empty road, and stopped beside:<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
She did something astonishing;<br />
<br />
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;<br />
<br />
"I... she was wearing boots...."<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
She had gone to:<br />
<br />
"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....)<br />
<br />
We had hired a jazz-band for our wedding, me and the girl who had spat on my shoe...</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-43928542827803852982013-04-13T07:12:00.001-07:002013-04-13T07:12:28.036-07:00Developing A New War.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Cut to 58'<br />
<br />
<b>I am Jewish. I have prayed the world...I brought soul </b>(quote <b>the Voice</b>) /not the 'voices'.///<br />
<br />
I am a wily little "Abraham Girl"<br />
<br />
Yes! A ghost appeared and said:<br />
<br />
"You are an Abraham Girl."<br />
<br />
"Hahahaha....!"<br />
<br />
---<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>1958: Fuhrer of the World. King of England. King of Arabia. </b><br />
<br />
<b>World Soul. </b><br />
<br />
<b>Lord of Heaven. </b><br />
<br />
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...<br />
<br />
The london buses are no longer red, they are black with silver chrome arrangements...there are gunners in my little houses,<br />
<br />
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/) ...<br />
<br />
Got to think specifcally here, and listen to a Voice: <br />
<br />
Speech:<br />
<br />
<b>"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." </b><br />
<br />
<b>Iran was insane. </b>"Witch! Witch!" <b>They wondered how we'd King</b>. "It can't be a God?"<br />
"She's slaughtered every man and now bring God ()?!"<br />
<br />
"Daddy...sing we have Allah. It is a girl that Loves..."<br />
<br />
<b>England was amazing:</b><br />
<br />
"Oh Gosh! A naughty girl!!! She has saved our world!!"<br />
<br />
"Jesus! Jesus!"<br />
<br />
"She walked in, without praying!"<br />
<br />
Mummy with kid; "When She sings, I want you to be good..." <br />
<br />
"<i>Mother! Mother!!"</i><br />
<br />
---right, now you think this is lunatic and so do I.---<br />
<br />
<b>I wanted riches for the masses. </b><br />
<br />
<b>"Allah?" "You brought King. That tale has told..."</b> "grpijhwiniow...was it true?/am i bad?"<br />
<br />
<b>"Yes...tell the tale..." </b><br />
<br />
--- 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;<br />
<br />
I want to study<b> Idlahamma</b>; <br />
<br />
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 <i>woe is</i>, deepest black...I want to write the one word, all in arabic...I said about the Arabic green also...<br />
<br />
""Yes, we have green-eyed monster...red rage..."<br />
<br />
"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..."<br />
<br />
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!<br />
<br />
Ismee Lars. Inta --- ? Kha'eer...Dhalika Jannah...</div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-49325744760844056582013-04-13T07:12:00.000-07:002013-04-13T07:12:02.178-07:00War-Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hope.<br />
<br />
<b>I studied. I became a hitler. I read secret pamphlets. The pamphlets were about sicko. They cowed. I read hitler. </b><br />
<br />
One.<br />
<br />
<b>They were special. They said; we are Higher. I liked cool. There were stories about Vikings. </b><br />
<br />
<b>The 1st one: </b><br />
<b> </b><br />
<b>"We seek Satan.</b>"<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I was in love with Hatred. </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I went to school...I was a fuhrer, especially an Untsharfurher of the Reich. I did this by school. </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>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.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Oh God. This is dark..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I got given a table. </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"You." nod, nod, "...are Jewish..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Nein, nein." shake head, shake...</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"What do you want?" A hand on a piece of paper.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>("I want. To, Fight. You!")</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"I think I'm dead...I've lost my mind...My mum and Daddy are dead."</b><br />
<br />
<b>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.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I hurried through the streets.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Find a girl, find a girl!"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I found two happy kids, who giggled. </b><br />
<br />
<b>"Lady, you are fit. We help you..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Help me. The fucking pig burnt me!!!"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>---</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>They led me to a Kraut. He said:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"F***ing Hell! You are God!"</b><br />
<br />
the Irish luck and the flared hair, red gold, but only in sunlight, or an electric light...the Irish <i>mind</i>, the the inter planetary red...Irish temperament...<i><b>IRISH</b></i>...leprechaun hair...big giant leprechaun, horns hidden in the hair...hooves, furry legs...<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>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...</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"We are wise to War...We are Luck."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I got the book from a woman...</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>The Interviewer was in tears:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Your mum and daddy are dead? Vhat foul!!"</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"I help you...get a suit...get a memory...give us Luck. You have entered fuhrer..."</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>YOU> </b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>HAVE.</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>ENTERED FUHRER...</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>here we go, f*****g pig, here we gooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! </b><br />
<br />
<b>BE VICTORIOUS!!</b><br />
<br />
----<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>I got joined to parties.</b> <b>I got special prize, a suit, a luck. </b><br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
I flew through a dark room, falling like drowning in water, shining doors moved all around me, I went into a door, that gasped:<br />
<br />
<b>"We are in need of a Messiah..." a whisper gasp:</b><br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>"Help Us..."</b><br />
<br />
I chose that door. <br />
<br />
Because I was sick of falling.<br />
<br />
"Just let me out..."<br />
<br />
"This is it!! I'm going through! I'm going through!!"<br />
<br />
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The book that led. <b>It made me think, I was special, I wanted to crime. "F*****g Hell! I am <i>Red</i>!"</b><br />
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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:<br />
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<b>"Welcome to the Talk."</b><br />
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<b>I begged. "Will you help me?" "I am Hitler. I need showy light, I want Reich. Give me a job."</b><br />
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I got thundered.<br />
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I blanked out hatred. I joined the pips. The Army. I was UntSharFuhrer. (Sargent)<br />
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Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-79881364971124832672013-04-13T07:11:00.000-07:002013-04-13T07:11:15.329-07:00The War Diary (continued)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>'Dita is weep'</b><br />
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<b>'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...</b><br />
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<b>'When I free, I am Aryan...'</b><br />
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<b>'Armena was Gods, she's a dyke...she has face...she shames cool...; </b><br />
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<b>'Stoopid Fag, every girl, dirt fag, I want girl.'...</b><br />
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<b>'Eva Braun sparkles, "Look at Lars! He's having fun!" </b><br />
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<b>"I am shining! Shining! Look at my girls!"</b><br />
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<b>"We welcome Lebensborn...every girl tonight. Make sure they are cool. I want luck...Luck is to, tickle...Lars has Lebensborn. "</b><br />
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<b>Lebensborn:</b><br />
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<b>"I have Hailer! I have baby. Scream! Eight girls, have baby. Scream they're Hell!"</b><br />
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<b>"I made two. White Him. Alan, and, -----...I want them sky. Keep."</b><br />
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<b>"Lebensborn was nut. How do I put? "By kissing!" "Vhere ist shit? Poof!" </b><br />
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<b>"Nein poof, bed."</b><br />
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<b> "Bed is sick."</b><br />
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<b> "Not sick. Gut!" </b><br />
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<b>"Then, sick..."</b><br />
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<b>"I hate party, Eva is seen. He says, 'Stupid bitch, lean, fucker height!' She sweet...'</b><br />
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<b>"Naughty Doth, you told me High German; "Thou Art Clean. Dirty men forgot. Don't dirty, becometh God."</b><br />
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<b>(continued)</b></div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-62091869207337538662013-04-13T07:10:00.000-07:002013-04-13T07:10:28.913-07:00War Diary part 7 or so.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>"I sit in the house and think this is sit, every hope, the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">workergirl</span>' sit. I had an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">argument</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dita/</span> I fought. </b><br />
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<b>She said; fuck...</b><br />
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<b>I screamed, 'fuck is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">witchhhh</span>!!!!!!!'!...she squealed, and said; </b><br />
<b>'...fuck!'...</b><br />
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<b>Fuck is different to him ??!!! </b><br />
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<b>she said; 'I fuck shots.'</b><br />
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<b> I said;</b><br />
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<b>'Then fuck you!"<br />
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"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..."<br />
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"Porty...they call God,</b><br />
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<b> "Porty" I sit. </b><br />
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<b>I sit there thinking thick. I hate thick. It's shell...I make fortune...I make a fortune in God...sure I'm dead."</b><br />
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<b>"Fortune. They spoke; </b><br />
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<b>"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..."</b><br />
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<b>"Salt, thats whats Gods. Salt of the Earth. Good Gods."</b><br />
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<b>"Speak! I'm sitting. Sheol, I'm hitting..."</b><br />
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<b>"School. I made it. Everyone have school. Write about Heaven. Write Light.</b><br />
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<b>I am Furher, Light."</b><br />
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<b>"Jewish, Speak."</b></div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-2510734991694142162013-04-01T08:08:00.000-07:002013-04-01T08:08:24.529-07:00War Diary And All My Good Friends And Lots Of Confusion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>"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..."<br /><br />"The dog is sick, it looks at me and it is sick, she loves doggy, i want it dead..."<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"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..."<br /><br />"Hitler said gay well, "Funti, you are a naughty fuck for God, you have Eva, little poof, fuck her..."<br /><br />"Amy is crying, she is shrieking; "Why am I hearing Germans!!!???" I wanted to pray for her, but I died, prayed..."<br /><br />"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..."<br /><br />"(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!!!"<br /><br />"Mummy knows and still says, "Pluck your eyebrows!!"<br /><br />"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!!"</strong><br />
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<em>(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.</em></div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-74414988688274120052013-04-01T08:06:00.000-07:002013-04-01T08:06:07.655-07:00The War Diary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>"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..."<br /><br />"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..."<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"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!"<br /><br />"Come to bed, we'll bed because we're dead...Dead is beautiful bed..."<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1mgEQTMVB8">Metallica-Unforgiven Part Two</a> (They had hurt her...They hurt her very bad, we stayed in bed...I sang this song with my soul...)<br />she wrote; "I want Gabriel, Go..."<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"I am jewish, nay in blood but in heart, the Torah is Love..."<br /><br />"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..."</strong><br />
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<em>(to be continued, computer time out)</em></div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-56875494208577101292013-03-31T12:19:00.000-07:002013-03-31T12:19:58.041-07:00"Eva Unt Funti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Be Jesus, create Jesus, tell me, tell me what;<br />
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<strong>"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!" </strong><br />
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<strong><a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=yc1oaT0pDqo&feature=related">Death in the War</a> is five times, five times there, i die in camp, i create the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Radiohead-Amnesiac</span>...I taunt them</strong><a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=OYa57ZZFLr0&feature=related"> (You and Whose Army?) </a><strong>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...</strong><br />
<strong>I kept upsetting jewish guys in the <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=OtYUJ-p5A4U&feature=related">ghetto</a>;<br /><br />"I'm hearing i'm untersharfurher!!"<br /><br />"That means you are in the army!!!!"<br />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,</strong> (<a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=cqP0WNpojFM&feature=related">Pyramid Song</a> is blessed) <strong>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;<br /><br />"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..."<br /><br />When his testicle fell off, he screeched, Eva giggled...I thought; "Man, I've killed him, I am God..."<br /><br />I am Funti<br /><br />I sent 30 telegraphs to Kintershine; "You are my wives, I am now Fuhrer, I love my children, Be God..."<br /><br />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;<br /><br />"I love Funti, kill me dead..." <br /><br /><em>... 29 days later, the World War ended</em>."</strong> <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=DkXYXtEu7OY&feature=related">Radiohead-Knives Out</a></div>
Lars Shalomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889280301374934767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338254498767921269.post-1880808799834555662013-03-31T12:17:00.000-07:002013-03-31T12:17:33.116-07:00The War Diary 5 or 6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Everyones singing red.<br /><br />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.</span></div>
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