T.V

I spent half an hour, thinking there would be an electrocution, because some one was calling me from her bath...to meet the Hairy Fat Cain...I remember my baths, when another FH Cain played this: White Rabbit-Jefferson Airplane...ha! then in a scene, next, a guy gets electrocuted by an overhanging light...Luck, Parallel dimensions, Death...

I sat there under a coat, rubbing the cats nose, ( Muezza the 3rd) and getting bitten, because she decided that tonight, eyeing the edge of my coat like it was a mouse, paws in front... and I felt someone cuddle me..

"No...no...wow...no...who is this?" safe warm light.

Anna..."There are all Anna..." I hear Anna, because, well, they're Anna...

"I have Lover's King..."

Well, wait. So I can keep electrocuting my feelings, until I'm confused and physically ill. Distraught. Mistakes, all so much a mistake, I think to myself I can't find a way back into a sensible //sensitive pattern, like managing speech...the other Anna, became true love, because we cuddled in fly...she stands in a room I leave, and sings, my paintings; are snuggly, cuddly, nice, pretty. I don't hate that, but I bring it Hate, because Love is low, a low light, that's been very much used up...so I low speech, and thinking of Aliens is soothing, because it's interesting news, it's a rest from this planet...it's amazing that I know things about another Galaxy, a Zeitgiest...I'm silly...then more genius- coo-inging over some kids painting...what; "The kids a retard, smoking, thank you yes, I listen..." Because the GREEN LIGHT was slow for me, and I need to ponder over the clashing golden eyes.

Well, God, you dont shout out, do you? when someone is calling me for bed. Someone shouted to a woman in the house...some women collapsed... 

I'm very confused...


Yes, this is gross, but I'm a bit berefit, of happiness at the moment, so why savour a cuddle, go to go,got to keep moving...It's mentally exhausting...I'm am getting very sick, I've been crying HELL, the guy is a gnome, you are human dogs, I think God just burnt my baby because I defied, I heard fire, someone poked me, a girl fell in Love with the wrong, creep, Im sitting back in a coffee shop laughing, I sing I'm pulling an angel into bed, cause she's sitting with demons, a turn makes a boy in Heaven, into a Zombie, I want every man to fight, or every man to die, I will Fall You...screaming...I'm waiting for the baby sister to arrive, I push her over...I die, I die, the kids still a zombie, the babies are dead...every man forgot to fight, leave me in Hell...the shopping centre call, suddenly Im Allah himself, I'm getting louder and louder, a nearby alarm stars, it's my screams, the drums are rolling, the loud low horn (shofar) begins, it pits down, it stops because, techinally without SOUL voice, I'm going to lose, I cant put together what I'm calling for...the horn stops, it just piffles away, it's silly, you are dead, I'm dead, the horn is real, I can't invent horns, they begin, they forget...then I call that voice again;

calling family, the babies are dead, the babies are dead...

"I do not kill Holy married, I do not kill Eternal Life."
 
slight misquote.
then I'm back with humans, asking these humans, snogging teenagers, reds...something about reds...then worse, I do things through time, I let out fireballs from my fingers, that's why I heard fire, but I heard a girl I called, a relative in Heaven, try to source my head, my mind, while I'm dizzy in the aisles, dead, dead, and she dies, because I voice her to speak what I say, by accident, why do I get a poke, in the shopping centre? I just want

FIRE ON HELL

you dont want to know why, still fighting Hell, it looks like they got life... being forgiven ...well, I'm dancing.

But I'm still very dead.


(radio- Cream; White Room)

RaeffiLand And The Library

tune on the ears-Nightwish-Amaranth

The Raeffi's called, they are my alien jewish tribe, God spoke;

"Thou art my holy tribe, the Levites." Lev-vites-not-leaveites.

The Amorelians are calling for their death, I hear a man weeping, whilst the Obama Inaugaration is blasting through the television, yet not calling my attention, he says;

"They are converts!!" I reply, you mean, Charlatan, they are 'Shardenfraude'??" He is crying, he has a funny little ring to his voice, it's like circles, like wideface, like father-puppies;

"Yes!"

WE WILL ARRIVE IN RAEFFILAND IN THREE WEEKS.

I woke up well, the Amorelian are horrors, they are like germans, they want to wipe the tribe, it's 195 a.v. and it's hell on earth.

I woke up well.

Where was I? You arrived in Raeffiland and called God, every man said, want God, the word is Hope. They remember you writing to the children about evilman, that they prey on weakness, for example they look at an ordinary woman, a mother, and they seethe that she is ? ('a stupid bitch with no brain') for saying something like, "That's Lovely!", THAT is Fascism...and they call my jewish men, Mares, I wrote that we are majestic, and when we feel King, we dohold our heads up high!!, that we are the holy slaughtered sheep, that you wrote to a Rebbe, you did well in the library, (I researched a 'Dictionary of Fantasy Books and Films') 'what have they got?' They have an amount of holy writings, they have seek films, they learnt what men to employ for GodWork, they have Jesus film, the one about Angua the Werewolf was hot, is what a romance, and I heard girls discuss the film, how it was sad, that she couldn't stay with her guy's jewish friends, because the moon-souls kept turning her into a wolf. You gave them Ashel, which is a writing of God, about where holy men have luck, 'the luck is? I hate luck, it's too want to be lucky, and too expectant, and it's a bastard to thine our soul to know you have lucky, The luck means?' That every Jewish man has been given the soul of God. You also wrote them, love weak. They are right to call them 'Charlafrans' they bring evils...

Also, the colour of souls is slow...'?'...it seems, no 'They look, see white. Say; Will they show?' Also some of them on Planet Jesus have multicoloured hair, one man understood it meant, that, when God sighs, an amount of colours appear, she is rainbow souls, she sees rise, (in meditation) and out comes White, and how it affects babies souls, (in the mother's belly) is that, they also feel the rise, and Lars knows it took, because the mum, talks to the baby and prays her well, and along comes a baby with white head of hair, the Yellow! is a jump!! because it is a sin colour! Explain;

They hear soul...and if they have a husband who shreik, some men shreik, it causes a knot, the knot is a slight part of their dna jumping into a new colour, 'so? the colour appears from when they are made?' I can see a jump in front of my eyes and it was green and blue...bang bang, purple! What am I doing? I said think, thinkYes! the made makes the hair colour, but the mother keeps the baby in soul...

still doesn't make sense. And if they have married other types of alien, the multicoloured hair begins to slow down, in 30 years, they are all back to having hair like us, brown, mostly...

They began to cry, we are the soul of sheep and we want life, and men became meek, they said; "Yes, to be jewish sheep..." The Library;

You hit a fantasy of human, human that kill men and bring hopeful, men that feel, the film about;

A jewish man, that sees sin everywhere he goes, needs to meet men who are sinning and get sick from the sin, greets everyone, and then catches the yellow ick off sinners, and gets so ill, begins to sin to that he almost dies, and yes he is forgiven by everyone because they see through."

Poleskaantine

I have joined a new religion;

The Poleskaatine, it means; Polly Loves Thee.

It is a funny religion, it is rock,

the rules are;

rock. be Jesus. Love. Have delirious.

She is histronic, she's weeping on the sofa, sleeping in the kitchen, shaking under the table.

My real name is;

Lucifer!

Men wrote the Neon Bible, it was a dialogue on the evil of war. She had a black night, the night meant to her, Death. She revelled in the night. It were left. We wanted everyone height. I rmbled in the death, was it the storm? To reply like a Pollykat;

"Yed!" I'm dead.

Yed, we have luck, we want gain. Our luck is blame, you Amorelian, Took!

Eberok is the language of the Gods. Took, means want...they reply in english. Bonk; Look!! Bonk, bonk...erkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!

Ya time, eman eradok, evrog;(love)Hashem,(Be shy!!)

Love and Be Shy!!

One guy hollered; ""I want God!"

"Hashem."

The Polly rules are;

"You sog!" Keep me in life. Want a bride.