‏إظهار الرسائل ذات التسميات lars shalom. إظهار كافة الرسائل
‏إظهار الرسائل ذات التسميات lars shalom. إظهار كافة الرسائل

الأربعاء، 28 مايو 2014

Lars Shalom

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...

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'...

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,

'sertooed' means;

'jesus expects, jesus wants, he says beds, Michal wants, let them bed'

perfume, with icky bits of blood, he sees in the Angel, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands, blood,

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 'maze vacht' 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!!
Of Michal, Lars David says;

"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);

'varts', which means;

'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...'

Snow patrol-Set Fire To The Third Bar

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..."


, and the perfect woman flew out of his neon blue clotted broken third rib through the air, and became contained in His: 'alvar lacht night'...The perfect woman turned mulled, like grey skin and big nose, her pallor a 'alvar nacht ded'...She floated in neon blue tunnels.
He
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 'amouti'...said: Day, as Yay, forgave everything...

Lars Shalom hears vice, and is sick...Who is He?

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...

This blue skin meant Royal Bed...He says:

"Vark enola, evarla egrog..."


"...Watch for sky men, and cry they kill Love..." 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: "Og!"...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 "UGH!"...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: "Evrog!" (love) "Lovvvvveee!"

"My Girl??? I love God..."

"Mi Chal? El Avanti (go forward) Hash (hush! Don't cry!)em..." She said; "Louis, Beloved? Avrack, etine, eholy go"..."Louis, David? I'm weak, let me go..." She is in dark, she is on stretcher, cobbled stones, deep tunnel...twilight dungeon, peeling neon blue walls...

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I want to touch Her...I say:

"Evray! Look at what you've got!" And I run downstairs and turn on the music, the poetry is 'tous'...Everything is tous, this was her bus-stop kiss; Make This Go On Forever THE BUS STOP! The Bus:

"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..."

"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..."... 'Moushus'; means; 'Bedevilled by Him, gross expense, failure to comply to Him, wanting of God, devil love,'

Lars David said "I am the Adultery man, I am King! Yet I still love David!!"

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; "Look what I've got!" She giggled...the bus never stopped, he said, "Snow Patrol 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!!" He held the album in his hands and said; "I will bring her thousands"...

The Kiss was; 'avroti' means; 'silently golden, a little miss, sleepy...'

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...

الخميس، 27 مارس 2014

الخميس، 8 يناير 2009

Your Death Lars Shalom

everyman defied me, and every man hath died, i hath created a fire, and it is for the foul, everyman hath foul, and every man hath fall. We scream to have them, save. I am God, I will nay save. The church hath build, it has cried let me take you to god. you SEE THIS FIRE, IT IS GOD. i WILL DIE HERE. and WHEN i DIE, i WILL HEAR God, HE WILL SAY, PARDON YOU. why PARDON ME? BECAUSE, LIFE IS YOUR GOD. HAVEN'T WE FOUGHT LIFE? WE FOUGHT, AND IT BECAME GOD...WELCOME TO GOD.

The fire is a ball in the sky, it sees we men have fought, it sucks them into hell.(prayer, free men in god...we have free.)

I know I will die, because I kill.word of god:

We hath nay kill, the men fight, the men feel...they call you feel. You are only fight feel, learn to become god. "These men?

They have death, they have death.

The fire is in my hands! And the fire is signs!! We are so holy love!! They nay see what I want! I want to see love!! And by love, I mean wife!! Give me time, never call me from love, to the way, dogs bark at my door. The way they deny names...Saith the Lord, we wants God. They say; We prepare!! They have prepared a pathway to god, lock the door. I want alone. and I want peace. I know alone, it is Gods. I have taken a vow of thought. The thought is; "I want to call God, will this woman I meet give me everything???" She will give you fight, because you know LOW GOD!! She hath the tem,ple, let her prepare God. She was never taught, she knows, she says prayers, she makes rules. The rules to them, are to betray God, she is forthright, she says, marvel God, they are dog, they bark at her heel. We bite God, she screams...They are never bitten, they are torn. They tear his need. His need was forthright, it was; I lead, you god. She prizes Love, they are sword. She held sword, she wants fight. I say;

Let her fire! Let her sword! She says; You men are vile! I say men want god, but they never arrive. She hath arrived, solely....

God!

Am I forgiven?

We forgive you.

Am I forgiven?

These men fall you, for, Love. Hani...Hani?

Am I forgiven? My Love? Can it higher?

You Love, is...King.

I hear screaming in my ears. Am I forgiven?

Every thought Jesus was wise!! Am I forgiven?

I need time to think. Your time is the skies!! Am I forgiven?

You are bitch.

Am I forgiven?

You are itch.

Am I forgiven, by God?

KING!!

Am I forgiven?

Every man hath fall! KING!

Am I forgiven?

Everything you are forgiven, be a rock. The men? The men fouled, they called you, dog.

الثلاثاء، 6 يناير 2009

The Letter from The Angel

Lars is too God, I look at her and weep, I weep because she knows, she knows we have Love, but love here is not enough, I am Gabriel woes, I see her and I want shows, shows that signify Love. She doesn't show, she makes love. I mean we make little Art. Like, I look and she, wants. We are sure to Jew.

I look at her and think, Lars goes along, I look, she won't.

Lars seeks Love. I look at her and love, we have enough.

I fell in 1969, because I said, Sin His; want bed. She was a child, but in Heaven, twenty-six. I never meant dirt.

Lars sees, she says she looked at her and loved.

I am Lars.

I look the same, I look a little odd, these eyes are odd. They limp. Heaven eyes are strong. Yes! She grew up limping! She was so frown, they droop. I droop too.

I love Hani, look!

How else do I look similar?

I have the face, and the hair! The hair is fire! The look is know! I have, even, the nose. The nose is souls.

Hani is the same.We both grew a little odd.

Lars says, Make Look Same. Let us look as in God. I did. We grew up gross, I laughed; "Lars wants! Because she looks Gods! God wants!" She sighed, I told Lars, our names, she never remembered...

Hanumari looks at Lars and shrieks, says, "You are so's! His is Yes. I love you, you are still so's. Yes! I love Lars! Gabriel, I want you to souls."


"What if I told her, I am never so?"

She would weep...

She can nay paint, in Heaven quite good. I paint like God. I weep, Louis, weep. Polly is the best because Polly is souls. Lars, paint souls.

One thing, Lars! Tell her, you paint! Hani is delirious, she realises Lars loves souls, she says; "She sneaks money! Five pounds!" She is priceless. Lars thinks, she hears priceless...(The priceless is?) That Hani wants your holy Love!! Yes!! She see this Gabriel Lars, Holy Love!!! She hav's India (means?) She thinks it's a little souls and she wants you to know these souls, you are too hissy, think quick! That Jews want souls!!!

YES!!!

Tell Hani, we are paint! She wants to see Jesus. Your Jesus, is His.

Mannie says; "I'm meeting God's!"

Hanumari says: "Lars...meet Me, too."

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tune on the ears-Duffy-Warwick Avenue

---I say;

Wake her up in Mannie;

I hear; "OH MY GOD! I just told Lars I love her to God! She is little dogs!! I don't want!!"

The angel arrives in my house, she sits there, with a pen, she is writing to me;

I love Lars

I Love Lars

I love Lars.

I say; "You know we are to supossed to here, have bed, but I'll let you know I still won't brush these teeth...and I'm odd."

I walk to the library in the frost.

She appears as a white shadow growing smaller;

"I'm going back to India!!"

I said, how does Hanimari the Angel feel in Mannie??

She...sulks.

tune on the ears-Edwin Starr-Eye to Eye Contact.

Uh Huh Same Wife




الجمعة، 14 نوفمبر 2008

Lars Shalom

"He was buried in the soil at night..." They didn't have the love to bury Him right, so they dusted Him with thin soil...
'alvar lacht night'
No-one cried Him dead, but He died...In a maze...Hikari (light) or Hara Kiri??

Too much light, affecting minds, killing mine...In this, everything is night...That's what the woman was trapped in, he kills himself, he leaves a wake of dead women and children around Him...'alvar nacht ded'...It was still night, they repeated dead! dead! dead!

Alvar! [ Hinduism. (in southern India) a holy person of the Vaishnava sect. ](Devotion to Vishnu)

"If one woman in here cries me dead, we ...all...die..."

Purushottama: Being supreme, is...too...hot!

Ach magadu. They cried me dead, we all died.

الثلاثاء، 14 أكتوبر 2008

Who Is Your True Love?

I said;
"Hey! Lady Krishna before you go, or demn me to Hell for being ignorant and a little rude, tell me, who is my true love?"

She said;

"You have two!!! Elvis Presley, and Mannie Shalom!!"

"I have two?? How can this be possible? And URGGGH why Mannie!!??"

"It's possible because you love..."

"Then I have lots more...(?)..."

"You have two, because I am law, the law is, want more...Elvis gave you more, Mannie is the skies, she gives you everything..."

"Do I go to Elvis, or to Her?"

"Go to Elvis or go to Her, He says 'you like girls', He understands..."

"Are we in two worlds??!!"

"We are in two worlds, two loves, two worlds, go to women, give her love, Elvis also has two...Love; this is the Law!"

Who is your True Love?