The Tribes 2

The Amorelians were named Gershonites after a fight...the name means, anything you want, specifalliy, the blood of the crown...The Azorites were Hip...The triobe named developed into Israelites, and L.David heard this, and said:

"YES! My people have rise!!! The Isvalites are my Tribe!! Let call this nation Israel..."


When the Amorelians tribe split, the Armelians became ---------....this is because:

1.They hear Earth.

2.

The Tribes

Amorelian-Gershonites
Raeffi-Levites
Polikat-Azorites/Israelites

We have all gone to a higher star, it is full of God. It is highest God, it's her wants and joys.

Rockstar

I'm chewing the overgrilled/fired roast dinner in the kitchen, with a folder of science notes in front of me. "Tell me about India!" She appears at my side...She has both her hands turned down into a triangular shape in front of her belly, she stands there for some time before I look up;

"Whaaa? Wha the ??? What? What is this?" I wobble my face away and chew on a parsnip.

"This is India" She points with her winking forefinger to the end of India,

"I stayed here, in the South..."

"What the fuck?? ...Oh...What...You stayed in the South!!..."

Late 1970's. I tell her, "I contacted a woman yesterday...I'm with a Rock Star...It's You! Maow, She writes 'It's You!' But we went into a parallel universe, in this now, she doesn't know me, but I give her lyrics and we have children...she won't know we have children, I think she is still in Heaven."

She called another rockstar. I found the special book of B-sides, and stories of her favourite band. Then It Hit Me, They Snog.

I told Polly, I told Patti Smith. "What? Am I hearing!!?? Kill the Bitch??!!"

She keeps telling this rockstar:

"Nu!"

The bitch has her head stuck in mine, playing chess, trying to 'look'..."She is married to a man!!!" I tell Patti, I have given a character with her name to an alien writer, the character is based on Patti Hearst, I tell Patti, I'm with; Blue Murder..."Yeah, they both got sent to Hell...I got them back, I got B.M a guitar, she wrote a John Martyn album...He nearly went down too...Patti is so pretty, I found out she's jewish..."

"She is crying, I'm gonna cut this bitches head!!"

I attempt to slit her forehead with a knife, I'm sitting at the window of the library see-ing dark brown doves flying through the sky...

"They are sinning me, I'm going to have them burn in the fires...BITCH!!"

I make her drop something...I write, Honey, I have to leave...She's likeable...Patti shines!! "Man?? I'm, hearing God..." This dove hitting goes on sometime, I decided to read a Dragon book...it's good...but I'm sad. I hear B.M laugh...I want the rockstar killed, Polly is crying..."This rockstar is nothing, she might be sweet, but they are just doing this to cool, and she's with a bloke...she's ugly, she's nothing like Patti or Polly, they are genius, they'll get sick of each other, I should respect, I hate them, I think I don't want, I'll choose one, "Nu?" That makes me sick, they are too sweetsick...she did this, to copy, me, they're old and they think it's cool to sin me...I'll forget them and go."...I write their Goodbye. I get a little nick on the left side of my face that night, it's scarred, I see, this morning, I forget all of them.
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Earlier that week, I'm in the library inspecting the reviews/paper: "See this!!??"
I have my hands turned in front of my face,

"This is Africa upside-down!! And it's on my head!!"

I don't try to be clever, I'm being 'vital'...

Rat King Gray

"Bitches...bitches...bitches..."

I'm walking round east London with Annie..."Who are you? you are my wife?...please stop crying...bitches...you are my son?...I love you, I'm fine, please go..."

She is my wife, she is crying.

Because I am waking up, crying I will jump in bed with Hitler...I'm freaking that this divine soul in me is gonna touch Hitler, I spend three hours like this, sleeping on and off, then I see grey silk skirts wiggling in front of my legs, a woman wants bed...and I'm rolling around crying, "I don't want bed with Hitler...God has to stop this flying!!..." Then I fall asleep again...and wake up again, and say the same...I have ten pounds, I haggle in charity shops I'm scolded..."I'll tell you why!! Keeping the 25p prevented death in fly!! That's why I didn't get into bed with the dead!"...This morning I prayed, green souls to rise, dark blue souls to cry men to God...Amazingly, I'm talking out of myself, and crying the shopkeeper to eternal life, I get a 25p discount, I walk into the coffee shop and stand there for a while, the crying men has stopped, I wonder why, perhaps the prayer had a time-limit because it was quick and small, I wait respectfully, taking off my fedora, and touching it to my chest, I'm wearing guys shirts, some expensive, mostly grey and black, and grey camos, a balck woollen coat, I think I look the hit, I walk out with no coffee, and wander up the street, little children are running towards saying "Daddy!" I can't cope, I'm too freak, I'm too in hearing the 'evil side, this is when I start to hear a little voice... I say "bitches...."

Tears.

I find the underground tube station, and wobble around the stairs, trying to find a map...picking up pennies, in tears..."Bitches..." I falter down the steps, I go to the platform on the left,...it's as though I'm drunk, a train sounds, I wobble on hte painted edge, it arrives on the other side, in time for me, to run out of my body into soul, Annie screams, the front of the train has hit me, I walk back up the stairs and say..."Feel it!!" I have a large ache in my belly just below my ribs, I walk in circles round the empty station, touching my hat, choose the photo booth, sit there and level my head...No money...I talking out loud in the street. The toilet in the coffee shop is empty of paper, I'm too late, I'm crying because of Annie..."Bitches...Vars..." I've peed my trousers, I use a clean white towel to wipe my legs, and then open the little window behind me and throw the towel into the alley. The coffee has three sugars, I say the woman in the shop has put drugs in it, "don't let her hear me...go, go. GO!"...I have change, I leave the wrong amount to the bus driver...a woman gets on with a dog...she keeps talking, come on baby, you are a Staff!! We have ended up in an industrial park, I am crying and moaning all the way...the woman says, Ooooh, purrrrrr, big pussy cat!!! I talk to hear, she says, oooohh come here, go...go..."Yep We are on Petros Street!!" I start crying...."No...no...no, no...Annie go!"...I'm off the bus finding more charity shops trying to haggle again, I want to call Dad, I want discounts, I'm in the marketplace, talking out loud, I hear the word, "Shike!"...I have a smoke and get another bus back...I try to leave less change, he notices...I remember where I was this morning, I had been kissed, with a "Goodnight." and woke up in dreams...

The Mastishi of Emelbert

Gray: "Louisie! You are nay dead!!"

"Well, I'm still breathing...I look dead! I think, I'm nay dead..."

"You are well?"

"I'm well..." We were in a house of God, it was a leader's house. The leader was Avrok. He was known for presenting God, everyone was invited to his house. It was like this:

The house looked like a den, it was full of Jesus, Meres...They covered their heads wick 'Ashoushers'...Ashoushers are like 'Snoods' they are made from a fabric, like, a little half of cotton, and something unimaginable, called, 'Snook' Snook is from the 'wittly worm'...it is shiny fur, the worm produces this in larvae, it is like a 'silkworm' in that, it's abdomen secretes pus, which looks dark, thick and furry, but feels like cotton, the worm is about 8 inches long...blessings are said over the Snook, "Please seek Jesus, welcome to God." The members of the house all brought ideas, "Can we say Jesus? This government sneers..." "We can hope!"

The government was no longer the evil Goyim but they were bereft of God. They were like, slightly far-right, and saw Jesus as something to Fear!

I was in the guise of a mouse. I sat away from the rest, Gray was full of snogs, he said Hip! "Baby, are we straight?" I said, too straight. "I want you to understand His...I am sacred, and I am vibe His. Men are too 'level', they think kissing is His..when you look at me you are dead...because I am King Woman...I am cleaner...I am cleanest souls...when men want, they are dead...the women of the 'Cartel' are holy...too many go to the Cartel, and think their talk is Holy...it is not...Holy talk is a higher level of talk...when you talk, you sin..."

He spoke around at the guests:

"Then see I am sin!!" I laughed, and leaned forward slightly as though to bow...

"I am King...I am white Him...whenever you go, I weep in Him..." Many men thought God. "She is shining the Alvar Night!!" The Alvar night, is a Holy Day, they remember the holocaust of the Matishis, and they buy an 'albanar', which is (???) An albar is a little gift...it is usually shoes...because they represent the fight for His. Black shoes are His, because they hear new shoes...

Israeli Defence Form

I stayed in bed with a woman for an hour, I could hear fatgirls in the barracks metal sheds, steel carracks for fatcows, she is too thin to be there, and she should cut off all her hair, until it is the prince's darkblue curls, I am place my head on her thin belly, I am a little curled there for being so lazy, and I like to wipe my mud on the next bed, I'm lazy shouts in the most needed for silence, like a waste of class, ambition, society, fingers like I am the loss of a country that I visit daily, without the cold guns, without respect for the machines, and the Ak's peeping out at me from under the bed, still waiting to be taken out, while my feet just touched the edge of another girls bed, this one is a queen and she is stifling her you are naughty laugh, and the boss is griggly wrinkle still inspecting his office at the hour of the dead, and one fat girl is hearing my death, and she is already in the most quiet shadows, silently setting the gun, with the most holy love, so silent, so as not to disturb us, I say they are sweating like Joos pigs from wearing green tarpulin all day and in beds, and they are content with my ghostly float-tation, because I am shocked that they are mouses, respecting me with little giggles, and the click of the set gun, is ready to take out a man.

But, I'm not there. and I don't know who I am with. Just laughter. And the next day

Someone else is crying.

----What is French?
...we revel in the shed, our party is hidden. It meant she hated tempting. She saw a woman dead. ----

"Wellllllllllllllll, I didn't know! Why didn't you??? ....Why didn't you come to bed??? And I don't want crying!!! No! I don't want CRRRRRRRRRYINGGG...!!!"

Rimbaud And Louis

There is an old woman highing my lift to the left, I ran outside and stabbed myself. "A pensioner like a look to my heart!! Mon dieu, you have given me my heart!! Run back back to her, dive in bed!! The bed will be Art!! The knife is my Art!! I have become overwhelmed by Love!! This life is pathetic! Take the Heal!!" Now, this isssssssssssssss extricating my echstrew. Possibly a wife, here's a Rimbaud, with Lars in italics:
Ma Boheme
I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets; ("My science! This idea is becoming ideal!")
my overcoat too was becoming ideal;

I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! ("you see, I am the Muse!")
and I was your vassel;("Because I am Love!") oh dear me!
what marvellous loves I dreamed of!

My only pair of breeches had a big hole in them.- ("Tu met ton thumb? (something like: "And where place your thumb/fingers? As they looked? like robbers, little peeping tom thumb; In the little trouser hole?")
Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along the way.

My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear. - My stars in the sky
rustled softly.

And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides on those pleasant
September evenings ("I want September now, Juliet and the village! September was beer villages! I left school!") while I felt drops of dew on my forehead like
vigorous wine;

and while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows, I plucked like the
strings of a lyre the elastics of my tattered boots, ("Then those feet are close to my heart!")
one foot close to my heart!
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