Tajweed Odyessy 2/3rd

I bought a coffee, and a pistashio ice-cream with cone...at the nearest cafe...I chose that ice-cream, because it had a nice light green colour...

But it was gross, it was like a dead mouse wrapped in cardboard, and the darker green sauce, was like tasting bogies... the time moved quickly, over my free newspaper, and I arrived at the college...

I had forgotten to pay for the coffee and ice-cream.


I knew what to do,

ok?

Go somewhere else for a coffee.


Because I didnt have the cash this time, and oh no, I didnt realise they might forget...but still...I give charity like Heaven, I mean I give the gold stuff, and sometimes the paper stuff, but there was a mystical reason for not going back to that cafe...It meant, I wouldn't start thinking the whole IDEA, of this weekly travel, was to be going through bitch. I mean they dont look like friendly men. I dont think it's my shaved head, and the smoking on the pavement, or my face, it's them...like a little boy at the counter said:

"You are Chav, and I am Chavi..."

which means, in gypsy language, "You're a big Gay, and I've got lots of girls..."

Love

He was a giant...

I spent months, after calling Lord, in May: How I called:

I sat in the garden alone, I focused until I was clean, in the mind...probably also, bits of my body, an overall cleaniness...I threw in and up, what I call lights, I sent what I wanted to say in light, upwards, in a place somewhere in the air just above my forehead, keepingthe light safe, by only focusing on God, not telling anyone I was calling in the mean-time...I didnt say what I wanted to say,I think I've heard God before...I said:

"Hello, I am designing mosques, I am also beginning tajweed lessons..."

A woman's voice replied in the sky:

"You will build me a House of Love...."

I stood up, I walked back into the house...

"You will bring Tajweed, Light..."

 You go off hungry...I was screaming and screaming inside, I "didnt want to listen..." I kept asking, "I didnt want to listen..." I wanted an addiction...another girl started calling, I thought it was the voice I heard...I wanted to give the voice bed...didnt want to listen...

That was in May, then I had Hell, the men got through the door...I thought I called her in the cafe, I called her in the library, men burning around me, a bit of the voice that burnt my infidel voice, burnt away a bit of skin on my face...I heard a voice say that men walking past in the street had defied, I was roping in all these people around me, in the heathen streets, when I just wanted to tell her I had to get out of men...I could hear a woman I knew speak to me: I said:

"Why the fuck am I hearing you?" I defied, that was the reply, I said she couldnt understand I was hearing another womans voice...going into eternal death...

I thought it would be funny to call people to Her, so I could kill them.

I began the beginner's course weeping, screaming and praying in class, while we were learning the arabic alphabet...I heard:

"You will be the headlice in your pen."

So I got slow in the classes, and over Ramadan studied, it was slow...I was screaming in class.

I left the beginner class, and started Language study.

Hated.

 The first teacher was cool...but I kept putting in his mind:

"Thas gooddd..." Even though I bad.

rewrite

Japan-i

clear mind:

a lot of romance,

shockingly,

a lot of bending heads. and phone calls

the John Lennon Witchcraft Revival...

Nan over for dinner, with a tiny little rolled up body, and soft white hair, that makes you go "Oooh," and want to pat her head, while she bends over the table, looking at pictures of Dad, on a Krishnamurti Fun Expedition, picture calling hosted by mother;

"I dont find you at all funny, daughter..."

"It's Heathen, that whole thing is Heathen...."

We played Zip. Because I helped with the scrabble...


She had to go home quick, in time for Church.

I was pissed, drunk wine pissed:

"Fuck the game, me and Nan are going..." Quietly throwing the whole thing away....scrabble tiles all over the table.

The whole;

"Am I John Lennon? Yoko? Cynthia?" thing lasted until yesterday. I made new friends...of course I tried it with Yoko, much respect to Cynthia, but this whole Reincarnation thing was surprising me...the dopey headed guy with the death of the band era, beard and long hair, was in my posture, fighting my thoughts, but actually being much more sympathetic with everyone around me, despite the constant swearing...telling ym sister what...quietly swearing throughout the whole thing....I was wandering around the house, sure that we had joined souls so much I couldnt get him out...

"I'm a class actor."

"I see Paul I see George, I can remember bits of their soul, what was happening during their meetings.

I KNOW the fucking "Mahtharaja" Guru...wheeddly bits of his sinning, a joke guy...taking the piss out of his mannerisms that were suddenly coursing through my innocent reactions, through my thoughts and out into speech and peculiarity.

This wiritngs fuckign astonishing.

I stopped all that for Cynthia.

I want to wraggle Yoko's reactions until she was dead.

I knew stuff only she would know.

The Hate, one day, he walked through the house crying Jew's dead. That Jews killed:

"BLACK HIGH!.....

MUM!"

"Fucking Hell man, that bitch knew, she knew she was his mother...and she knew cool."

I actually said:

"Gosh, what an interesting relationship, I dont understand you...I understand!!"


present, I thought more than that, but that sums up, YOU.

I was shocked, I meant to write;
"SScary..." "If you were his mummmmmmmmmmm, thats some damn sexual terror....I'm frightened"

Don't cheat in magic, dont go around watching other people's lives in other peoples rooms.

Go....

With the Flow...

"I think I'll have 'er, yeah, I'm damn bloody sure I'll ave 'er."

I prayed twice for his soul. But the damn soul was growing up out of me, out of the grass of the college's 'piece of field' outside, with gold beard, gold hooked nose, bendy souls.

I kept 'telling' Yoko.

I even told her:

What. Happened, when he died.

And this, I must have been on the hooky magical wine, because I knew...I dont know, I never know. It's evil fool. I said:

"When he was shot, you cried out:

"Black Man Dead!"

Now I'm asking for forgiveness here. It sparked into my speech. When something happens at such

at such speed, you go dotty, I was going dotty

 see-ing his face, emerge through mine, some dotty God, maybe:

When You die, swiftly, you'll cry out, SHIT, shit that's your last word...

It's hard to get into Heaven, I know, and maybe....maybe when I said that to her she laughed, I don't know, I go for 'death of soul'...I said it, I said it to her...and nothing died.

We will date. Anyway, I was turning Japanese, I was making; "Crap." sculptures in class:

"It is NOT Crap!!!" I was talking,

Japanese...we we're going through an Oriental Eyes see Best...we were in:

"Creamy White!!"

How many people were miffed about the importance of fighting; "Creamy White!" Because it is sick. Creamy White is a devil's soul. I fell in love with Hayley's soul;

"My eyes! Because I see you Dark Green!" I do turn japanese soul, half girl/half boy. Often times, if I breaking something, or fall out of the bath, I cry:

"I DIE!"

I like original japanese, none of that Lolita, or knifed wombs, I like nice, looking girls, and some twisting knives into the heart, to show I nobly;

"DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It would be much easier, if someone explained I mean, this story would be cool if I wrote it like a story...

The Babylon Monster

, I sensed something bad in the room. A huge monster, fill of foul words, the head of a woman, a large obese body made of faeces, and lots of yellow tentacles
 
And while eating my cookie ice-cream, at a cafe table, I unfortunately had my left eye, taken out by a claw...
 
I had to kill it. I've done this before.
 
I sang:
 
"I'm in love with someone, I might not show it....I in llllovvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! I lovvvvvvee the womeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn..."
 
It floated backwards, and made a
 
poop-piffle
 
sound.
 
It died!!

hell.

"what can you meek?"

"You write meek, then you fight it..."

"I told everyone, we're soul..."
Giant bright gold wings, massive...a lambs face, white fluffy with a little beard, a unicorns face, one horn in the middle of my forehead, changing size on whats whats, the prediction, the strange rhymes, the amount of eternal life you have left...

How did the lizards that fell out of my feet? evolve? forget the rats for a moment....they began to walk on their hind-legs...

Someone important to you, left for Heaven...and I made Him a planet, and I gave the planet a name...and I knelt in the garden and sang, and my hair was long, and gold, and I shone...

homework

manifesto.

dont love anybody;

dont like height

Black Ida...what a heat...reading...I like fearing. Repeat!

Where is show? I like looking light:

pillow: Cain, cain, cain,...."Cain, cain, cain...."

Then I'm evil.