Sorry....Dog

"Mahmoud is send
ing money to Hamas!!"

"He cries Taliban to kill every Heathen!!"



Now, the jews see me...she sees me, with green eyes. They see the fascist and turn black...they want to kil the fascist.

If Ahmadinejad could see me, and I've entered talk.

If he saw, the eyes would be a mixture of dusky green, mixed with black; those eyes would say:

"I will fight you forever!"

"You are glory in Love, and I hate Love..."

Gordon sees me (The Prime-Minister), he has eyes of dark blue, they say:

"She is my Height."

"I love Soul!"

I entered, his soul had 10 minutes to reply, I couldn't heaar well...He said: The Nuclear is GOD, because I am TROUBLE GOD...I forsake Allah...
He has another 10 weeks...

I sighed Allah:

Repent, for I am God..."

He will never repent, because I am fool god...ataqa atan, hell-fire begun...

this means, every hell-man will fall, they will burn and fall, How did this? I did this by -co-

he said; Co, the rebbe...

he said; break the west-end choir...

he said; keep everyone jew...

I have fall. You have killed a lover, I attacked a jewish boy, I am sick of eharing gay-men talk bed...I dont direct power, I am too light, on hell-man, as though I just drop a feathe ron them, and then build up in anger, and slash out, i think they are stupid.

report; the alavanti are in misery; they are the blue men with no hair atop their heads, they are mind, they see human and weep.

the future; the future will give a report, that we pryed...too many pryed...this fascist is killing me and jews...he's a relation...i am fools...the men are damned the men are damned

father light her...

I haev two lights; one I call a tarot, it worked this morning, as I cried the light, to;

It is God...

I call it tarot, i made it in the hospital kitchen, shit, puke, heartattack, men began to poo on the sofas in the day-room...

It would never work, because that was a separate thing

so many knives, no deaths...
It heightened and then i let them go. The red cross, suffer, suffer

I dont like crying kill hell, i just want it to end...read mahmoud's blog; this is,

ODD; he took a few sentences of mine, and then i found this;

1st this;

And whoever tyrannizes and oppresses the creatures of Allah, will ‎earn enmity of Allah along with the hatred of those whom he has oppressed and ‎whoever earns the Wrath of Allah loses all chances of salvation and he has no ‎excuse to offer on the Day of Judgment...

then;

WHATEVER!!! ALARM BELLS HAVE ARRIVED;!!!!!!

MAHMOUD IS DEAD!!!!!! MAHMOUD IS DEAD!!!!

WHAT HAPPENED;

80 MEN CRIED, AND SAID GO, "YOU ARE NO!!!!!!" AND THEN MEN SAID SICK, SO MAHMOUD HAS FALLEN OVER AND DIED, BECAUSE, HE CRIED

BUTCHER ME DEAD!!!!

(now I see him wiht a little cat, and flowers, talking to the cat)


"LARS, SHOOT...MEN HAVE ARRIVED AT ANNA'S

THAT I FORGOT...men hear anna's..

the fascist played boots and train noises in their house, my responsibility, the dutch are silently screaming...

I wont..i want yahweh's, i just needed love, and thought hey anna's, spies.......i meant call to her when she loved me, or now when she doesn't; her eyes are blue; i love you, you are meek...i fell asleep, i'm wise,
call a girl, because Mannie is an 8 year old, encountering those piffs- gerny, and mull ----they look like zombies, they wont die, i tried to knife one...Nan's crying,; that men are bladdering her...i need someone to watch over mum too.....

I've contacted some arabs, if mahmoud is devils, by Yahweh he will surely die...

"Mahmoud, has the spell...." Men got sick after i contacted him...

um.

I can hear the highest light, like lightening

tto wont reply, i thought i let the girls sleep, i went to the dutch woman, i just made them look at my face, under my hood; and she said;

You are wisest, you see...you never hurt, you are Lions, Love Me..."

Otto, is green; I love her so much..

I thought no-one ever HEARD ME, i'm in more than treif,i'm in sickos.

the light.


MAHMOUD HATH FALL (BLUE-LIGHT SAYS;

HE IS DEAD.

dumb

What Can I Do?

How do we explain her arabic?

She loves me, but I see me in him, and I can't stop giggling...I realise, he giggled, in her bed, just the same. I am told one day she said;

"Do we have Love?"

I was a child, I said;

"You bet! But the next street is a bitch! I've built a gang and we're gonna kick the bitch!"

She has just gone from a divorce, he walked out the door, and she not only has lost her mind, but her soul is dying, she makes no sentences, just dahdahurghdahgh...I giggle, because I see how much I'm in his eyes. I look at soul again; the wall is painted green, so, that means mine is true, love. He say her and said;

"You're sweet!" He enters my head, his face is fat and saggy, and grey mixed with dark blue, hell mixed with holy. I don't want to be possessed by his, I don't know how to comfort, I cuddle, I giggle so much about the street fights. I give her too many words, she is dead;

"Well, my colour is merkle, which means it is all colours," I hear, anger, and then "This colour has become your soul too...red." She mumbles, says; juicy over and over again. I whisper in her hair.

"I say, Yes!! Look at my face, does she sees though she isn't looking, Solomon's Temple, I don't know, I'm a little blind...I say;

"Well, I did the rites, and thought, hah, and it wasn't on a height, but, we need Love!! And I looked at a tin of pineapple chunks, and said; Juicy!! You are also hearing aliens...well, he just said things like bitch, because he kept hearing voices..."

She said; Devils, he was devils...

"No, he is just a man, I've met devils, and I'm humming a special noise, and I laugh because it reminds me of a guy who looked nice to women..." She is still dead, and the Allah priority is back to mine. "This guy said, one day, I will be Him to women...and he would hum like I am..."

She has been mad for 15 years...the crime books;

"She kept thinking, could murder be soul?"

"He is not evil...just accidents of men, that I've met..." I look into the babies, they are high, how do I relax her, cuddle, but I'm feeling nuts, I'm hearing men tell me to have sex, and I imagine shooting her out into the road...and I'm laughing, and getting too sugar violent.

I walk down stairs, and call her gran, she twitters;

"I love thee...."

I can hear Hanumari in her soul, she says; 'I love thee!' And I think;

Then get her back!! I walk out onto the stairs, there is (my sister) another angel lying there, asking me;

"Is she getting better?" I say, no, and then I say, I wish this was my human sister...The street fight has me in ecstatic laughter. I even made bows and arrows, Dad taught me, Dad was the best! We were all the best! She is watching me from the bed, she says, do you want me? I can't hear her, I stand on the ladder of the bunk bed, repeating the street fight story, how it led to the mums finding me with a huge serrated knife cutting through a wooden fence, and then how I burnt my finger on a glue gun, and told the mum's I had been bitten by a snake. I kicked the other street kids like a bitch, I wrestled, there was a freak family in the other road, the dad was handicapped and the mum was obese, the kids always had fleas, one grabbed my sister, so I jumped on his smelly back and hit him on the head til he let go, I was forever kicking boys, in the, goolies!...I can hear in her soul she loves the ex, and I'm low. I think, do, I construct something?? No, I let it go, and then I go for a smoke and tell Gran all about, how her soul has been led into madness. So, no, still no tears. I make the cat jump onto her, it does, and she smiles. She says;

Noob." Baby sister is forever repeating this word.

She watches me eat shepherds pie on the floor, which gives me a moment to pray, and she sups, says;

"want!"

She laughs because Gran says Lars is weak. She says; "She's dead." I can help the kids magically with their homework, her baby writes at school, Mummy is the bride!! She has so many God! They even attempt to make tea, the next morning, she is well, because she woke up hearing, Heaven we love thee!! She's flipped, she says, knife, they grab the knife, I watch, and say, Noooooo, put that down, be good. They laugh, and hear Noob, they grab the tea, knock it! It gets knocked, they spoon the tea, the kettle is too hot, manage to make tea, she makes the tea, and spills the lot. They laugh. She is bent to kiss, and says dog. They say You want big dog! Be God! Be well. They kiss. Is everything well?

Everything is well. (Note to angels, keep....away from kids.)

The Arabic!!

She has a time!! She says this white life is dead!! We want time, bring her the time!! The Arabic is love, One Time!

I feel.........sooooooooo.......sick. I'm not high love, and I'm ashamed.

The time is alive!

Did anything go wrong????

We gave them festival, he said it shone, he thought, it could be better, do you know every time you said, Love her soul, he would girl??

And? DO you know when girl is in boy, they are well? He fought, you kept well...He would say; Pell, "this little freak is singing her to Jewish!!" (then why did he say Jewish??) He wanted Jewish.

Because everyone you met is love God. He said, "Jewish Girl!" He says, I'm God. Then why did that little pig just says; "You don't want Iran, you want butt?"

And he called me a little bitch at the age of five.

The tea making went fine, she said; "I am God." Yes. They chorused Yes! And she kissed, and said; I'm better! And they giggled, Daddy left better! I'm pig.

URGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. What does God say. Gran is talking GOD.

"Remember she is very sick....listen." "Mum? Mum? Mum?...." She is crying, this is my girl dying...Lars and my girl are dying..." Clever, you. What has she been hit by....feel!!!

PIG DOD. There are voices piling into her brain, I felt it, black voices, squashes my brain/brawn...(My voice does get funny sometimes, perhaps I'm in soul, and I'm calling it a few knocks, I tell Jewish girls how I feel, and they see it, I look retarded...nononononono, my hands bent and shaking, knocking windows.

There are men in the sky schooling, you are a bitch. and it was brought upon by, Jesus (??!!) They are taught to think groovy women want bitch. But this is sin...black!! They say;

"Father has you died, you want fall, we are never died..." I hear;

"Ooooh, aren't you a little doll?? You are Sheol...funny little doll..." I say to my brother;

"Don't slam the door, I'm hearing a woman having a breakdown..."

HE replies,"Great! And up there they're crying you are Hell."

Is this ex, a pig? He was slight God, slight dead, he was enough. Me? You are creeping in Love, BECOME!

This is my mum at the washing bowl, I'm stupid, I say shush!! Someone is breaking down!" I AM FINALLY LISTENING;

"Hit her like a pig!!" I say, Mannie is ill...She says;

"BITCH ARE YOU STILL WANTING?? OH?? YOU'RE SHOT??!!!"

The angels are crying; Why didn't she know??? This family was sheol...don't even think, the baby. She turns and looks at the blog, IS THIS HER BITCH?? No, I say, I'm writing, she says, well that's good.

Please help. The door shuts; WE ARE BLACK DEAD, I toooooollllllllllddd, What did mum say;

"I know you're bonk." ???????? " She said; "I love thee. Are you alright?" Gran says to her, you're giving Lars and Mannie, trouble..."I ain't giving her bubble..." You see, I imagine they are possessed by whites. let them go. Dog cuddles my foot, cos I said, be Nan, Louis be good.

She likes Ry Cooder, I see white prayer in him, like I see in mum...I say to the black guy, Look at his soul, is he Jesus?? "I don't care, he'll play it tight..." I look, two chords in I say BECOME JESUS, It hits!! It has flow, it works, it's life...The black looks, I say Be Jesus, he looks at his soul, he feel s God. He says; "No."

I want Jesus guitars, it's so easy to find devils.

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?

Angel Of Hope and The Meaning Of Love (Shabookmet)

And this, the Angel Of Hope, called Mannie, She surprises Him, he sees in the Angel, she sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands, s/he/she's making a mess on the kitchen table, shaking, "Dirty Jane!! Jane is dirty! Grrr!" pulling out books from a bag, shaking, fixing together an electric toothbrush shouting "Jane is dirty!", "Dirty Jane!", the Angel swifts down into the room, she reaches the kitchen because he watches a walk through the room, he is her never looking up, she fall jumps off the little wooden step, bends round hip and grabs his head between her hands and kisses his face, she says its forcefully, but it's gosh!, she looks so green blue atmosphere, old, suddenly he feels comfortable, but he's not laughing, he is still mumbling, with a kissed cap AND a scarf messily wrapped round his head, and she wanders outside to garden sit by the spiders, he is laughing, thinks she makes serious, and after he sees her flipping the love hard book off the table into her side, he shuts his eyes, with his green linen scarf wrapped messily round his head, dressed in black shirt he follows her to the alley garden, says he copies Byron, (Byronic! Look! AT the eyes!! The nose is almost the same!) She says HA! Mohammedan warrior!!


It is 'shabookmet';

'a given estimate of age that reveals itself to be, of an age, like ancient Grecian, where it is so want it is marriage, marriage is wholly Gods, the ancient has a man, who, invented love, the man looks, the woman is overcome, she says, 'You love me!' They love like they had been forever, the love is fervent, it invents no lies, it is eternal, it is already there in disguise, it is wanting, it is home, it says, Now, I will not woe...',

this was the night before when Louis and Mannie married in the kitchen and bowed to the Imam and ignored each other all night, and he laughs at her, older, runs away into the kitchen, milk in tea is a mission, he hides in milkcups, he can look at cats and even talk to them, he seeks in milk, but he/her hides, add a little sweat, a glow, add a dusky smell, leftovers, cat food...the kiss wanted; her bathrobe is like royal purple ancient love velvet, ancient loved dark haired, dark thick eyed ancient love, he sees in the Angel, Heaven, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands, Jane is dirty...Jane; is 'ashoomen 'means; 'the first time Louis bed, the watchers body possess Jane, she looks with brown eyes, she likes so much she's skies'...Huh! And does Louis know?! NOOOO!!...because This Love;

It is 'shabookmet';

'a given estimate of age that reveals itself to be, of an age, like ancient Persian, where it is so want it is marriage, marriage is wholly Gods, the ancient has a man, who, invented love, the man looks, the woman is overcome, she says, 'You love me!' They love like they had been forever, the love is fervent, it invents no lies, it is eternal, it is already there in disguise, it is wanting, it is home, it says, Now, I will not woe...',

... dark haired, she is an ancient man, comfortable kitchen with wide shoulders wrapped in Greek Arabian robes, smells like tobacco in rich velvet, billions of years old...the man is smelling ancient, turning round in the doorway to click her fingers and wiggle, like the servants give her in Indian palace and she is still man, dark eyes, where are those eyes? just eyebrows all cuddly rich when she grabs his face in her hands and gives Italian religious kiss, and she harem dances backwards to the bathroom just the hands shaking, the steps wide and shuffling, big smiles, the henna fingerclicks, ancient dark eyes still shining man, the yellow geometric pattern on the corner of ropes, like only the two of us know Hindi, and Hindi says; "I Love Thee! We are Heaven!", a booka emelu, Boom sparkle! In comes the youthful younger Beloved, jumping forward, her soul from her skin, bang bang, la hula la hula!! wide eyes! say question?...Hindu goddesses, Indian dancers, "I love you" fingers, coasting teacups in hands brushing lovingly, silent whispers, scrambled eggs whisked light fingers, lemon tart, is cooking, she says, for a man who is never dead, gives 'arapat' means;...'a look like silver, a hope in bed, a love height that reads, a little, higher than angels, hope in God, highest salvation'...That is SHABOOKMET he sees in the Angel, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands "Ha! ugly hands!"

In 1940's they wore suits and sparkling ballgowns, faces etched with ancient eternal tears, when the Assyrians killed the ancient Greeks, they giggled, because the Greeks said muddy, when Mohammad cried they jumped, when the slave traders arrived in ancient Africa they wept, O! Angel of Love, and the Angel of Hope! Fallen to Earth! Lars woke up they had old children, they have 300 angelchildren, 1929 born son is weeping, he's 'shulvet' means; 'depressed on meeting, loving dad, hearing Heathen, crying dead...' But Mummy and I are; 'shavirer!' means; 'we were hipper than Him, we bring Him, hopefully Him, feeling God!'
Shabookmet! is; ' O! Happy Love! This Ancient Taste!'....
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arapat {ap} ECSTATIC...
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