‏إظهار الرسائل ذات التسميات ratmen. إظهار كافة الرسائل
‏إظهار الرسائل ذات التسميات ratmen. إظهار كافة الرسائل

السبت، 20 أغسطس 2011

The Blind Mice, and The Lizard With the Flaring Tongue

There was a little mouse, with a rather larger than normal head, zooming back and forth, out and behind a flower pot...I spoke to the mouse, and discussed the Emelbert-ian evolution of the Rat to the air around me.

"You Mouse, are a little thing waiting to bite me, your mind is gross, you have a terrible hair, you have dusty feet, you have a grotesque soul, bought from the enlightened...you pity me for being bought...you sail through blood drinking and delight in Hell...you were made. by...me."

The computer keeps turning itself off...back later.

EmelBert:  (Bert-meaning=Planet)

'The Happy People' were once grotesque in manner and function, their minds of a mixture of pharoahic laws and the basest Satanic influence from humans in the development of their thought, a small soul, open to anything that came through, their look was three feet tall, with variations, lime green mixed to lemon white, almost transparent skin, thin membranes, large heads containing considered, minute brains, long, forked tongues of various length, a voice hissing and curling, they developed a mind-voice, twinkling in a monotonous background sound of fuzz, tails or no tails, stumps of tails, tails of various shapes and length, writhing evil long tails...

The Happy People greeted the Emelbertians, the rat-people; in the first quarter of their human-like development, long after, their shapes and sizes had been almost fixed, at the stage of being introduced, to a soul...it was a dark shrine, under the ground in the giant nests, of branches and moss, they came from different planets, perhaps different galaxies, different universes, I can see the position of  these planets when I look up into the night sky. Planet Jesus glows dark blue, Emelbert is as lost as Hell, a star surrounded by a haloe of dull dead white, yellow, hot red, and deep black.

Yes, Emelbert is like Death in it's people's eyes, thick deep black un-seeing eyes, that hide where they look so it looks like they cant see anything, but they are able to see through the darkest places, they watch you with no emotion. Where the Happy People had become pharoahic, was a surprise. They had been thrown into the puddle, and left like that...tiny and many.

Someone had introduced the concept of a Temple, to both species. The men who did this were Earth-men. Inside the underground tunnel I could see, through a window in the wall of my room, the squat extremely hairy Rats, stood four feet tall, and fat, huge fat bellies, behind a table, they had a manner of all chattering and whining and screeching together when one of them started to talk, it was a language...it was a dead soul-less electronic-sounding speech.

What I assumed was Cups of blood, stood on the table, the rats beckoned the lizards; the Happy People. It was a ritual of welcome. It was a dead.

It was dead. Everyone of them had the aura, not of death,

but of dead.

My first idea, was to set fire to the whole place. Abominations, Evil Doers.

I had met the Emelberts before at a much higher level of evolution. King Gray said, something memorable: "We've been through some knocks, but hopefully, we're back to snogs..."

I am now going to investigate what was left out.

The Fire raged, then the poor things began to squeak.

Those eyes were like jumping black beads, trying to fight their way away from the rest of the face.. The Happy People came down the stairs. There was an aura of evil in the tunnel, as the window first opened.

Nothing has come here to explain.

الثلاثاء، 17 فبراير 2009

The Matishi Aliens

where have my aliens gone? I feel a little lost without my aliens...she's right, I don't hear souls...all that rubbish about music, she says, yes, it's drum and bass,

"But, you don't understand, I am crying Jesus, the Goyim government, have everyone dead, you say, gather men, I say that's His...we have twenty men, you told us to run, we ran, we went everywhere..."

This goes back sometime in history, let's write, what history, I can see. I can see, the rats, they are 3 feet tall, they have tails, they look, like giant rats...Emeeshi is the ancestor of Grant's, Grant is the Matishi soul, he says, "King, Soul..."

Emeeshi was the woman of search Jesus.

The Goyim.

How the Goyim arrived;
They developed from dead, they were built like, radio, they had tinny computer-like voices, as though they wore braces on their very regular straight square teeth...I used to believe that they were the seed of an evil man. They were soul-less. They heard 1080, evil men on Earth. They were viper, they cried a World War, (I believe the war lasted 50 years)they hated Jesus, so they looked soul-less, they wore baker boy hats, they were grey faced.
Grant arrived as Holy Men, he was brought up, singing Heaven, he had two children (gradually the litter, for Matishis became smaller, as, a smaller brood of larger babies, is less painful...) the children were King.

One was called Heeshy, the other Gray...Heeshy would cry, Gray would see sin...Heeshy grew up crying; "Dovid" This meant, to see Him, as something in light, especially to have, 'vital' behaviour. When he was 22, he met Avid, Avid was especially God.

Both Avid and Heeshy knew the government would cry everyone Hell, they were born after a war, their mother had told them, the hell of war...Their father Grant, was respected as Holy Men, he wrote a thesis on War, "War is devil. Create, nay, a War...We have looked to Heaven, and we will prepare the men!!..."

Heeshy grew up as a naughty boy, he would say; "Git! prepare Heaven!" he looked at girls, and said; "My bird!" His way of talking "Dovid" would be to tell that his father was, "Hearing Heaven! But see-ing me in Fell!" Dovid meant to him, a way to tell, "...to keep me in minx, and totally rot down Hell!..."
Avid, his friend, would journey with Heeshy to the 'Cartel'...The cartel, was, a holy temple, it looked like a massive hotel, inside the building, were, six spicklelets, which means, six types of cartel, envision, different paintings, the paintings were of God, God had long hair, little pink whiskers, and large, blue eyes. Avid was delirious, he said: "Beautiful bitches!!" They were loony, they wandered through the building, crying 'heardy' to holy women, "Babe...I can hear the movie!! The movie is skies!! It says, "Baby, Baby!!"..."

Their father Grant was climber, he climbed all the way, to Jesus. He was, penitent, holy sees. He was respected, by the human holy men of earth. The war had ended in his lifetime.

It had ended, because every Goyim, was abruptly vanished, they had begun to die, because God could see Sin.

Gray was special, he could see. Heeshy was diatronomous, he made men and women high. Avid was simple...Gray grew up, wanting...he wanted Freedom.

In 1991, Gabriella arrived on Emelbert, she was across the street from the Cartel, she said;

"Meet me women."

Gray was murdered by 'Abba'...Abba was sins. He hated hurt light. He told Heeshy to die, Heeshy laughed; "Mate! You're quig!" Grant deplored 'quig' (witch) "Why is my son dead??!"

He thought Gray had murdered. Gray had moved away to dead. Gray was King, because he knew the Goyim murdered and he thought ever-after was dead. He was thrown out for crying quig. He told Father, "Never make a man dead..."

He wandered the streets, he found.

Avid was laugh, "Look mate, he ain't a Quig!! I'll pray Quig!"

Gray was despised of Heaven, because he saw dead. His reason was;

"They killed Lars in Heaven..."

She said Yes. She was eating in a cafe, she had six spigs of money, equal to 26 quid, rented a little room. Wandered the town. She found the Matishi's high. One day, she leapt; "I can hear my guy!!"

She found him in a house...Gray was shine, he said; "Lars!! You are nay dead!!"

They met a guy called Kray, Kray immediately fled, he said; "This bitch is dead."

She forgave him, and joined him in the Cartel...They went to every town, they fixed an abode of a giant nest, made of branches and boxes. They wrote dictums and 'trivles'...Trivles are dizzy poems. Eggs and cheese. They wrote Heaven.

They become famous.
They heard demons...

Fame was witch, too many spiggles were spent. Lars left after 14 weeks. She had crowned Gray, for crying light. He returned to his Father. Grant was happy; "I welcome my son! I see him!!"

Forty books were published, it paid 8 spiggles a book, to set a company of printers, it cost 98. The books were pages and pages, mostly sin.

Gray was crowned/blessed in Heavens, because he prized Love, above all.

At the Cartel he was greeted, he said, soul. He loved Lars, she loved him. They fought the evil in a shower of rain, heathens were killed. The devil, they called, The Lord, it had arrived on Emelbert to kill the well, it left in a flower of rain because Mannie spent every tear in the clouds...

Avid arrived in God, and said; "Treacle, we are rod!! We have Heaven!!"

Kray became diatronomous, he left everyone with rhymes, the rhymes were,

See me witch?
We sell the itch.
I wanted look, she'll never look...

Lars thought Kray, God, because every time she shone, he said: "WOW!"

When Kray was crowned, Gray told Kray to go, crowning means a special blessing...he told Kray, "If you ever hate a man, you will be dead..."
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Kray was 'turtle' he though it was guy to hate, he would tell us; "This man ain't break! He's a tert!" He could see the men we met, and tell us soul. He was anger. Gray was well, whole. He thought the time to kill a demon, was 'chantelle', 'easier to do' than to fight the goyim in a long hideous war. He would quote Grant, he met a girl, and said; "You are nay Lars..." Lars slept in special, she had a mansion in the skies, she did God's work. She taught Love. Their picture of the Goddess was a soft picture.

(to be continued)

السبت، 18 أكتوبر 2008

The Rats!

I want to hope;

Dadoichzlig; TheDeathStar; They call it Emelbert, It is inhabited by men who evolved from rats, I know an english girl in the mental hospital who married an Emelbertian, she looked at him because he came to greet me, and she fell in love, "You are beautiful!" He has thick dark hair, he looks human, but he has black all over eyes, no pupils....

Look at the way we want, desire crystal shooting upwards through the death of a star, i want to see; we were happy, look where the flow, exempt!...look where theflow, i wanted her...god...we seek love...you looked too dot...special bed;

Is His;

chicooti baby...'caroot' is a cat, catrat,

I look at her weeping, smell, the sofa was youth i looked hopeful i touched the sides of my face and pulled my hair and giggled
"The ratmen came from my foot, like a thing! a disgusting thing! yet, this foot is light, it says, YOU are Special to this foot! A thing! that evolved! this thing that came from a broken foot, was a thing that evolved from a thing..."(she looks god)
sweet kitchen, don't think of him, he says; "i am not a thing!"

"And we Earthmen are monkeys!! we came from the caroot (cat) too! and even further back the mammals the rats, so we are thing because we are rats!!! You are like a thing, that evolved!!"

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Sleep, happy, lover,

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look at the sofa see her love, it was not youthful, but it wasnt the word you were looking for, and yes it was, she, my hair tickles her belly, because i am still speaking in 'Matushers' they call god men, wine, wine, they say;

"piddle trousers! look at your foot here! you love me! love me! we're here!!"

That's why I was, to evolve from a rat foot is yukk---- she whispers, I'm looking at God...

when i sat in that room i felt well, she did what my dream wanted, she almost touched my leg, here hand was smaller this time, and very white bone, it jumped like tickle piano, we played chess, she beat me, we played again, she won, i said beauty, genius...

"Nu, nu, nu!"...move that caroot out of the way, a tickle cat, white and black...she has long skirt, she is a youthful genius, everything has turned the colour purple..."Nu, nu,nu!"

I love the cat, now, I appreciate the cat, it's black and white...I read Elvin Lore, Appendix of Lord Of The Rings, MiddleEarth Elmethelbreth, can hear my love, I see a man, resting on marble overlooking the forest, a man from Rohan, dressed in black jerkin, a sword on the floor, (I am Elder); "She is on Earth with her fair lady, they have married, we fare well..." kissing, cuddling, and she reads a book of Chess, says; "Look! my son studies this and is soul..." we are opposite on leather chairs, I leaned away from and with my head on her belly, tickled her with my hair, and flicked through the giant book, nu....

I'm looking at you, and I'm right, I feel you, I know we're height, height meant;

We've admitted Love..."I want her love..." We are happy in love.

I looked through the bed and I see a little dead, like...we didn't bed, like...i'm better in her...I am a little crazy, i'm staring at the chessboard; "I am not a thing!" makes me giggle, i repeat;

"I'm not a thing! I'm not a thing!!"

er, dah, dah, giggle, dah, dah, juicy man we giggle, the sea is split! the rhyme! everywhere, we've split! look at the stars, crystal light is scars, give me curtains, tweed roses, heavy shaped curtains, all is dark in golden light, like oranges, roses like oranges, the seas are Jesus, the skies split! when you looked at her you were led, you said lead me...you look a little stunned, you feel she is laughing, she looks at you and begs;

"Look at me! Look at me!"

you love being cats.

She feels, and you look weak, you feel silly, your little sweat is meekel, treacle!!