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...

Mental

temple of love.

she was witched, everything was looking great. Screams, helper=skelter down the stairs, tear my hair…rip up any I Hate Myself and Want to Die, Kurt Cobain the `poster Boy, is always spiralling down  the stairs. Abandon mascara, never use kohl, straighten hair, Hell straightens hair,

its all looking good.

Screech.

Screeching, not screaming.

Tell a joke.

Love and Hope;

magical. everything was fine. 

One Echo;

"Sweetie?"

Helter Skelter…

Don't want white, don't want flair.

Want my own clothes.

not flares. you didn't know. Flares are 2007-10.

Fascist is IN.

Bright colours are fairy.

Don't want them. No thanks.

Crying, weeping. Will not save. All your prayers (Temple of Love, Sisters of Mercy)

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In souls, angels weep. Kurt is dead.

I am dead.

"There you go!"

That b***** reminded me of the Angel of Hope. 

A High Security ward; A classroom. One old Viking King, long red and gold beard, fast cigarettes, at the window.

"We have died, and this is All Heaven. Save US!"

I said to the King;

"You must have wonders, you must see. Heaven has sheltered us. We are Free."

I spin form the window to the cackling women, everyone is smoking. What an odd heave, white doors are all locked. But:

"We are all dead. !!"

All my hope was resting on freedom. I wrote her a farewell, or a an escape note;

"There you go Mannie!!" pen on the whiteboard next to a unicorn.

I had a paradise, the african women that sat outside my door, had a special perfume. A smell of Africa. Like some tiny princess.

They gave me an ecstasy pill. I awake in the sunshine the glorious sunshine. 

My nose ring had slipped out and spread up my nose into my brain in the night. 

Now I could pick up radio-signals.

They didn't care that i had cheap metal stuck inside my nose-brain.

The amount of the sunshine, equalled the amount of joy, there wasn't a garden, there was a walled small lawn surrounded by windows. Still, the sunshine. The Glorious High.

My little brother.

He would walk from one end of corridor, just to the stop-line of the girl's section. 

"My little muslim brother! I am muslim!!! How are you!! my little brother!!"

They wanted to kill me in the smoking room, still i let them kill. 

The smoke God turned blue. Wonder of spiralling magical blue smoke.

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If she screamed Im happy. But;

She Glorious'ed.

"never die, never die, I am here."

I found the African perfume, in her new house. It was situated in the corridor.

"So I was mistaken. I thought they were Holy..."

Who cared?

To Zimzam

...hilarious war, silly war...
 nothing can be shown, nothing explained....

delirious war, idiot war...

flayers...Fating...Forgetting...a joke love...

"Blackest Angel, You are Fight. I fight Free. I don't want you to tell everyone we're Hate...."

Special Days. Unexplainable Days...

This Heathen sings, that I am the Black Dog-Boy Jibril...I am Take. I want you and I fell. White Fox? I can't find my Love, I've wept every single day. When I weep on pillow, you weep all day...My throat is numb, the headache cold, rare kisses, and no tongue or throat. Never Silence. I should Raise a type of Love, where ;

I am studying silently. I study you...When I smoke I study, when I walk I study, and I worry the study alot, 95% Fear...

I called her Shamsyee, and you let me toy, I toy with history, I toy with your beliefs, there's a mirror, in me and Rumi and Shamsiee, but I left you out of that, a terrible war between Love and Nothing, what I've broken, left you in rains and rains of words, and curse of ruins, becuase I'm soiled...Now she's Shamsi...


Insane insane, terrible fires, I bite Shamsee, while you roll the stone, I take her from place to place, and cut at you and cut away. And make you wait. 

And bite, then roll...

I have a fire in my belly.


"And I'm in the desert!! And I die under a fucking tree!!!"


I wanted to keep the fire for ever and ever...

Now we have a Holy Fire. 


And not a dream, and not a dream, or a fear...All become One. The Dream : Some little guy to love a little more...


And patience, and names and Holyier names, and types of feeding, and types of killing...


Lots of doors for us.


And Shaytan lies...and fearless fixtures, on your teeth and your cries, and your weeps, and it's Shamsi for ties, and bits of lover, so move over and you can watch, watch...and when you watch I can come back...

When I can develop wish or wash, "ZimZam." All the waiting was fun. 

And we are Liars; O Heaven, 


and watchers.


The witches.

I've forgotten again...

Vishnu

Vishnu is God of Creation (creatvity)

They call me Vishnu. His wife is Lakshmi, she is most beautiful she follows him everywhere in mortal-form.

Send a three-pointed spear into Heaven;

Devi----Devi-id

Translation of last post;

Are We Forever?
I have hate. you need to be King's light too! I believe we are stars of light. If you seek Me, remember, everyone will die; they die, because shone is the death of Light, shone like the light because Heaven must die. my love is losing;
they die because, I am shone like the roundabout star, the farthest star, I am even, Like Him. My wife is Queen Lakshmi, her mortal light.
+ she shag me...^I was simple with keen (read cantonese; + she shag me; (someone else!" then read mandarin: ^I was simple with keen. )

If I become higher star, remember, you never looked at me, humble. You thought I was
;respecting the dead; sure of

my soul light is becoming KING...becoming surer and surer. Uneven; free of sin.

I have forgiven the dead.

I have queen.

"Arabic" MY SOUL IS CAUSING THE DEATH, MUHAMMAD I AM NOW AND FIRE.

is car.

(there is no HOPE. ) because everyone is sighing flee...

-teacher; "She will have respect...she will make love."

(sorry thought of another woman-read-cantonese...read; mandarin; mine)) this; think of friend; "Defeat them by being sick!"

Doth Queen have your first skies? Does she recogonize, that the first was sweetest light? Does she sheol?

When I was Furher, I seek Jew, I became so high, that it was only jew...(search posts; ALTERNATIVE WORLDS) I gave everyone what was thought, I was abrupt, I said thought, there was school and there was thought.

I have Devas, die...become like the warrior for you are the King! And dont be sure of Hate! Your sane is light.
"Will she love me?"

red

japanese; I am keening! I make light! I give Heaven! I am light!

Muhammed is throne-world. He is SOUL. His name is Father.

"I love her so much, I bought her a book!"

Someone thinks you are sick, they say hurt. Be sick.

He was David. He is Queen.

Your Soul, became love-bird. BECAME! Soemone fell in love with bird. You know her name. Brahma is your name. It became. Look.

I see a galaxy, I see a pink light, floating like a sentence in front of my eyes, my eyes sparkle with white light. Most times I dont listen to the words. I need words. Now, I see red lights, and a black tunnel to a safe black door. I see my dreams leave me with weak, bleak. Meeting an ex and going to a house with a hall full of trap-doors- a bright house like Brighton Pavilion and swords flying round the halls, and then a witchy-woman teaching me how to draw, is a funny Heaven.

My soul becmae higher than Love, the big-bang. I circled round twice, and BANG!!

When I circle I give lights. words. thoughts.

My Emperor is HIGHEST. I sang...

"Look at a lady. What do you like? You like darkness in soul. You see a good-looking woman and soul. Little fight."

So...>? Where did I die? I died by funny changing. I like looking shoot.

If she sees, me, I want. come on comeon;

I special. You know I s. Speak!!

It was for Her. It was...I was showing her something like doubt. It was a wise old man. He cuddles. He sits in front of the TV, and chimes the sound of an
Epic song.
, glorious words that have no base on his reality. He makes up Love, and give her poems. He makes up dark-men in love with the girl. I don't care. It's all very well. It's better than Hell. I'm hilarious. "She's a little shocked, and very embarrassed!!" I don't know if they like an old-man.He doesn't like TV. not even films.

sure-ity.


I greet brother then die.

Because'm a woman.

explain Brahma:

"When you see, I can make little twirls, called DNA comparts...I turn the twirl...180 degrees...that, makes a girl...boys are tweaks, a little black in soul...girls are JEWISH, every girl is jewish!! eyes are balls...the atom gathers... if you thump a table, I tremble, laughing tremble...you know when silence helps light...

What were you first?

I was a monster!! They still say JEW!!! I looked like you!!

look.

THE BEGINNING OF THE WORLD IS YOU!!!

wHO AM i?

You are a little jew!

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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ECSTASY
arapat {ap} ECSTATIC...
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