"I like to Happy."
"I like that Love is Heaven..."
my story is about soul.
thats sweet, but Amouskha, I have to go....
Here's History.
Crouching and Screaming
قبل 8 أعوام
الجمعة، 28 يناير 2011
rats
"Right, mate, we're rock n rolling."
they are dizzy, they are completely love! they are sane. Emelbert is jesus.
the king in the alley. brought voice. dead kings.
"....why are they making me think you're hate?" said, the rat. heaar it squeaky squaeky squaek. i can swiftly translate.
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black eyes, black all-over eyes, a little sparkle so you know what they think.
the pupils and irises are forming, the iris as a very thick black line, dark brown pupills, and a fading/ thinning of the outer eyeball, into a dusky blue. the rat's eyes.
the whiskers must be sharp, they've got shorter. they are like little stubble moustaches on women...the thin fur is generally grey, silvery grey. they have ears, spiky, a little higher up the head, big ears. do they have long hair on their head? I do. they have noses like human, yet a lot smaller and thinner, silver fur, and a little pink nick at the end.
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the english arrived. the demons emerged, everything was linked. So, we God. we fought the english, we fought the demons, they welcomed the english , ran from the english, died from the english. the english mureder , then joined the force. They overcame, what they created. They gallantly fought for life, against the demons...
Some rats are smaller, rat-women 5'3, have tails, long tails or stubby tails, some tails disappeared, some have six breasts. large breasts. some are very rat.
what a mess Emelbert was in. Magical happenings. Northern Lights. It sank in divine. baker boy hats, and "rock n roll, mate"...(special Emelbert, greeting and goodbye) Little rat women, dancing in clubs, the music magical dance, specifically , ; drum n bass.
The Devil men.
Human formed rat-men, with smoething like a metallic brace over their particular verrrrry striaght small teeth, particular to the evil, dark moustaches, particular to voice, a computeri, a computerised voice, thesee ones were the Evil.
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The War.
I think it lasted 50 years, I was hope, then I just couldnt be bothered, Earth has died, we all have died. I'm too particular to care. Baker boy hats.
it was a holocaust.
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it was terrible. terrible terrible, I cried RUN
@Run Away.
"They are about to arrive, go to this and this destination..."
Code Red Monkey.
50 nazis dead. click *
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الأحد، 2 يناير 2011
Killed
I keep telling, what happened, I know that's wise, because I havent particulairy been killed by it, unless you count my weekedns, at home, where I avoid the family for the computer. I'm so hard-hearted, I shouldnt tell, because other women aren't ...and I've latched myself onto this woman in Heaven, because....
She said:
"You will bring me a house of love."
Thats about all this drawing and designing I've abandoned since calling...
Magical power is just...just continous murder...I think I've got such power, such madness, such forsaken attitudes, adn such damn bad luck, that I'm going to shoot my entire soul into that big ball of fire, called the sun...it happened, that, when I see the sun, I think my soul is going to leave me, and fly into it, for a while even when I saw videos, with a panorama, and sunlight, that I'm gone...or when I see random pictures of Nazi's (that's just weird bad that pictures of Hell keep appearing)...or when I'm being driven down the motorway, and sees heaps of large metal cages in the industrial parks, I'm going to fly back in time, and I'm going to be trapped in a prison, (where they keep me in a cell, because they are evil, and dont hesitate to discover why I'm there, just that this enigma has to be kept under raps, and stay in prison for life, trapped in the metal cages, trapped in Nazi Germany, trapped in the sun...
Then I tell her, how there is Hell. And I see her, with me, in another place, shaking, shaking and weeping, in my house...
I think she is Allah.
Then I reason she might be a holy woman, a 'mother'...
And each ight, I cry up to tell them to pray....I can't do it, I don't want to pray, not like a moslem, where you can see the whole ceremony...not in my chair...I did go back to the chair...I just say, I won't pray. It was impossible for this:
'continuous pleading' (in prayer)
not to have made any difference.
Other prayers have made a difference...insane miraclious prayers...the death of a group of men, count 1/2 secs, of calling, where i stopped in the street, adn then heard it had worked,a dn tehn seen two lights from my eyes turn into one white and one light blue banner, into: "Where-ever you go!"
We had yellow things in our walls.
The bear-jew...the bear-jew, beheaded a gang of Nazi's...that was magic...we don't know what is True. He was a big loud black man crying thunder;
"I FIGHT JESUS! I FIGHT JESUS!" A big african guys voice. strange...that was me.
I walk a long way home, devising, then I come to a tree, I pick a twig off the tree, and I snap it, and I say what...."Bang!" I hear: 300 Nazi's dead....
I actually enjoy, and I reason, if that was truth and that worked, work for the new problem, instead, I threatened as many people in heaven as I can...I hear kids crying in my walls, and I have to call Nan....breakdowns...every-one weeping or scolding...
I say worse...I start repeating the drill, their sick talk, I threaten heaven men will get too, that I will put them in fall...
I make giant prayer, in my chair, but the colours forming around me, are satanic black, but, also gold...
When I fall into bed, I break out...I call these 'higher' women, and:
"You have forsaken us!!"
That makes me laugh, I know I have, and I laugh, because of the push, and that lets me know I'm half-way home, because I don't know where I am, even when women arrive, or I think my kids have arrived...I know they forgive and I will meet them...that stopped the Death. That puts in my mind to remember those words...
I have fun when I'm high, but I also bring Hell...I have ideas of calling the entire Israeli army, the entire country, to help me in a war against perverts, simply, to find someone who can cleverly, and quietly kill them, use a kitchen knife even, cut a little slit in the heart: "NO, wait, I want them to suffer, put them in a Living Hell...and then I will kill them..." There was no-one, I thought I heard men, discuss, adn these men were just as bad, they wouldn't kill...( "I heard a light that says, when we kill Evil, we save the entire world) If they wouldn't do that, then what were they??
Someone stopped the phone calls, other wise, we are certainly dead. The 'eye for an eye' began to become satanic, (and that is after many years, nearly five, of fighting Hell) because somehow, when I cried, :
"Let them have every Hell, they want to put on others, to them...let them die..."
It was Hell, it was full of screaming when we heard the babies crying, when we heard the men talking...
"Pray these men dead..." That broke everybody, that broke men who knew one Heaven Law, was to never Kill. I only knew that, because I had recently heard it in the Light....
The Satanic (colour, a dusky grey black...)
"It just heard Sulk, and thought, to laugh...."
It must have flown upwards, because I was calling the highest, the suicide began, because I thought there no possible way we would be killed, by this light reaching Heaven...because, well, we're secure, and they sure didn't see any evil, over this way...which means all my hysteria and paranoia melted, and I let go, and I flew everything, absolutely, everything into the highest place...even if it was Satan soul...made hard-hearted, because no-one dies in Heaven...
I don't know what happened, to our souls or to this Heaven, so, I cried make Light, stronger, a feminine light, dies under bad heat...
She said:
"You will bring me a house of love."
Thats about all this drawing and designing I've abandoned since calling...
Magical power is just...just continous murder...I think I've got such power, such madness, such forsaken attitudes, adn such damn bad luck, that I'm going to shoot my entire soul into that big ball of fire, called the sun...it happened, that, when I see the sun, I think my soul is going to leave me, and fly into it, for a while even when I saw videos, with a panorama, and sunlight, that I'm gone...or when I see random pictures of Nazi's (that's just weird bad that pictures of Hell keep appearing)...or when I'm being driven down the motorway, and sees heaps of large metal cages in the industrial parks, I'm going to fly back in time, and I'm going to be trapped in a prison, (where they keep me in a cell, because they are evil, and dont hesitate to discover why I'm there, just that this enigma has to be kept under raps, and stay in prison for life, trapped in the metal cages, trapped in Nazi Germany, trapped in the sun...
Then I tell her, how there is Hell. And I see her, with me, in another place, shaking, shaking and weeping, in my house...
I think she is Allah.
Then I reason she might be a holy woman, a 'mother'...
And each ight, I cry up to tell them to pray....I can't do it, I don't want to pray, not like a moslem, where you can see the whole ceremony...not in my chair...I did go back to the chair...I just say, I won't pray. It was impossible for this:
'continuous pleading' (in prayer)
not to have made any difference.
Other prayers have made a difference...insane miraclious prayers...the death of a group of men, count 1/2 secs, of calling, where i stopped in the street, adn then heard it had worked,a dn tehn seen two lights from my eyes turn into one white and one light blue banner, into: "Where-ever you go!"
We had yellow things in our walls.
The bear-jew...the bear-jew, beheaded a gang of Nazi's...that was magic...we don't know what is True. He was a big loud black man crying thunder;
"I FIGHT JESUS! I FIGHT JESUS!" A big african guys voice. strange...that was me.
I walk a long way home, devising, then I come to a tree, I pick a twig off the tree, and I snap it, and I say what...."Bang!" I hear: 300 Nazi's dead....
I actually enjoy, and I reason, if that was truth and that worked, work for the new problem, instead, I threatened as many people in heaven as I can...I hear kids crying in my walls, and I have to call Nan....breakdowns...every-one weeping or scolding...
I say worse...I start repeating the drill, their sick talk, I threaten heaven men will get too, that I will put them in fall...
I make giant prayer, in my chair, but the colours forming around me, are satanic black, but, also gold...
When I fall into bed, I break out...I call these 'higher' women, and:
"You have forsaken us!!"
That makes me laugh, I know I have, and I laugh, because of the push, and that lets me know I'm half-way home, because I don't know where I am, even when women arrive, or I think my kids have arrived...I know they forgive and I will meet them...that stopped the Death. That puts in my mind to remember those words...
I have fun when I'm high, but I also bring Hell...I have ideas of calling the entire Israeli army, the entire country, to help me in a war against perverts, simply, to find someone who can cleverly, and quietly kill them, use a kitchen knife even, cut a little slit in the heart: "NO, wait, I want them to suffer, put them in a Living Hell...and then I will kill them..." There was no-one, I thought I heard men, discuss, adn these men were just as bad, they wouldn't kill...( "I heard a light that says, when we kill Evil, we save the entire world) If they wouldn't do that, then what were they??
Someone stopped the phone calls, other wise, we are certainly dead. The 'eye for an eye' began to become satanic, (and that is after many years, nearly five, of fighting Hell) because somehow, when I cried, :
"Let them have every Hell, they want to put on others, to them...let them die..."
It was Hell, it was full of screaming when we heard the babies crying, when we heard the men talking...
"Pray these men dead..." That broke everybody, that broke men who knew one Heaven Law, was to never Kill. I only knew that, because I had recently heard it in the Light....
The Satanic (colour, a dusky grey black...)
"It just heard Sulk, and thought, to laugh...."
It must have flown upwards, because I was calling the highest, the suicide began, because I thought there no possible way we would be killed, by this light reaching Heaven...because, well, we're secure, and they sure didn't see any evil, over this way...which means all my hysteria and paranoia melted, and I let go, and I flew everything, absolutely, everything into the highest place...even if it was Satan soul...made hard-hearted, because no-one dies in Heaven...
I don't know what happened, to our souls or to this Heaven, so, I cried make Light, stronger, a feminine light, dies under bad heat...
الثلاثاء، 28 ديسمبر 2010
Dreams
Me and the family, we always seem to be, in a darkness, a black lit place with no moon, it looks like a British council estate, we meet men, fat-man( re: fascist...) wearing London foot-ball shirts...the whore of Babylon appears in our dark garden, yellow and light brown tentacles, a woman's head, obese, full of faeces, somehow I find a sword, and chop it in half...it follows mum...
One morning...I'm riding horses with Arab men, in a beautiful snowy expanse of mountains...the next I'm in a little town...looking through a market place, of records, I'm with the Osborne kids (Ozzy Osborne's children) Kelly picks up a haevy metal record, we have never heard, but the sleeve cover is in bright yellow and black, so...I immediately know it's evil, and I warn her....still, she buys it (probably, because it's exactly evil)...then we in her bedroom, and that thing of babylon appears...Jack is mesmerised, he says he will give it sex, it spurts liquid... a persian rug appears...it looks like they are mocking me...the liquid gets all over the rug...next I'm with their mummy, berating them...she is in bed...we go out into town again...i throw the persian rug, over someone's balcony just above us...I have to warn the woman who finds it...she doesnt seem too worried by the rug, which she puts ojn the floor in her room, she just upset that a voice has appeared in her apartment....I leave talking to her, because this time, I'm awake....
This morning, I'm back in a dark place, but somethings happened, there are a gang of people with me, one of them is mum, "We are still soul, Mum, we have to fight..." I'm in a flat...I'm also with people from Middle Earth (lord of the rings) Warriors, soldiers...it's a little hazy now, but in a minute, there is a mandarin girl? (chinese)
There is my sword...a long copper gold blade, long, tapering into a triangle end, both edges shrarp...I examine it, it's a kings sowrd, but not quite, it needs a little sharpening...I am trying to find a different sword...but, I take this sword, I'm in a rebellion gang...something evil has appeared, and we have a mission to save....I read the story from the first volume of a story in three books, not the Lord of three Rings tale, but very similar...we walk through the council estate...while I'm entering a room, like a train station, I am also trying to find what happens in the first chapter, I meet a man from the book...I'm being told it is important to know the whole book, I'm reading while I am in action...it is a history, of another war...I say is it a tale of a poor man (like the Children of Hurin?) "We must make haste...Abelbert has died..."
I meet a chinese family, I have to save them, because one of them has brought evil......there are crowds of people on the floor, I say, is this communist? we rush through, flailing and falling...I decided to fully wake up...
"Your mission is Sire, use the sword..."
The hobbit men...there are hobbit men in the room where I find the sword...the history of the sword is that of a King..."He was a poor man..."
"When the Communists cry...fight..."
The 1st book tells the tale...it is a story of a man in failure...he fought and cried...
I have to flip through the book quickly to find out what is happening, but the book is in another scene, I'm not holding the book, the pages are arriving like a picture...the story is the man appearing...I want the man to know, that the first chapter is fate...fight evil...It's not Hurin, its from a different time, it's dark, where....as...everything is in black light...like the Ungolunt (giant monster spider) had filled the air...
One morning...I'm riding horses with Arab men, in a beautiful snowy expanse of mountains...the next I'm in a little town...looking through a market place, of records, I'm with the Osborne kids (Ozzy Osborne's children) Kelly picks up a haevy metal record, we have never heard, but the sleeve cover is in bright yellow and black, so...I immediately know it's evil, and I warn her....still, she buys it (probably, because it's exactly evil)...then we in her bedroom, and that thing of babylon appears...Jack is mesmerised, he says he will give it sex, it spurts liquid... a persian rug appears...it looks like they are mocking me...the liquid gets all over the rug...next I'm with their mummy, berating them...she is in bed...we go out into town again...i throw the persian rug, over someone's balcony just above us...I have to warn the woman who finds it...she doesnt seem too worried by the rug, which she puts ojn the floor in her room, she just upset that a voice has appeared in her apartment....I leave talking to her, because this time, I'm awake....
This morning, I'm back in a dark place, but somethings happened, there are a gang of people with me, one of them is mum, "We are still soul, Mum, we have to fight..." I'm in a flat...I'm also with people from Middle Earth (lord of the rings) Warriors, soldiers...it's a little hazy now, but in a minute, there is a mandarin girl? (chinese)
There is my sword...a long copper gold blade, long, tapering into a triangle end, both edges shrarp...I examine it, it's a kings sowrd, but not quite, it needs a little sharpening...I am trying to find a different sword...but, I take this sword, I'm in a rebellion gang...something evil has appeared, and we have a mission to save....I read the story from the first volume of a story in three books, not the Lord of three Rings tale, but very similar...we walk through the council estate...while I'm entering a room, like a train station, I am also trying to find what happens in the first chapter, I meet a man from the book...I'm being told it is important to know the whole book, I'm reading while I am in action...it is a history, of another war...I say is it a tale of a poor man (like the Children of Hurin?) "We must make haste...Abelbert has died..."
I meet a chinese family, I have to save them, because one of them has brought evil......there are crowds of people on the floor, I say, is this communist? we rush through, flailing and falling...I decided to fully wake up...
"Your mission is Sire, use the sword..."
The hobbit men...there are hobbit men in the room where I find the sword...the history of the sword is that of a King..."He was a poor man..."
"When the Communists cry...fight..."
The 1st book tells the tale...it is a story of a man in failure...he fought and cried...
I have to flip through the book quickly to find out what is happening, but the book is in another scene, I'm not holding the book, the pages are arriving like a picture...the story is the man appearing...I want the man to know, that the first chapter is fate...fight evil...It's not Hurin, its from a different time, it's dark, where....as...everything is in black light...like the Ungolunt (giant monster spider) had filled the air...
الخميس، 2 ديسمبر 2010
Me
you were happy all weekend, because you looked at your self, and you saw you was not dead. you had the longest white hair, and the shiniest silver ring, on your third finger right hand...you spoke the 'light of Arda', with a silvery voice in light, over the ring, the inscription was white, elf writing...you thought, I'm in God, I am in God, and I might live forever
well damn, you're happy with yourself...even when they look, and you're spaced out and you were in a shitty, lumpy bed, with metal springs sticking in your side, with a dribble covered pillow, fermenting into the foam, because the covers fall off...a nutty haircut with a quiff in the middle, a dirty pudgy kind of face with an ugly upturned nose, and the way the gypsy face has caught all these wrikles, and is turnign grey from the furr, of which you found a little tuft, in an odd place by the side of your nose..and it's all very funny that they are looking...and... a bit chubby now from all the speed eating...
so damn you...you're happy now...and you've been monstrous, and you have died...
You're happy until the ring gets, nicked, or the devil breathes on it and it burns and rusts, and you get in trouble, and you get damned, and you end up looking like that demon-lad...with his grey skin, wrinkly old face, the long reptilian tail...
"You think you are just an ugly face, of evil; yet it's that which gets women wanting, but I can see you actually turn into some kind of dinosaur with a long tail...and that is not, hot...and I am laughing at you...""
Michal
adele-rolling in the deep
The sun-rise appeared in the night-time...shei tels in the snow, a long way away, enclosed in little towns, are you an ancient girl ?? Non, you are shet tels in the snow...real tears flowing
you skin like south desert, soft and hotter like south desert.
my skin, dirty, like smog, metal skin, don't sing closer, skin like poison. real tears flowing
sheay tels in the snow, killers dancing...we went north along time ago,
you talk sheei tels I found the form of Jewish!! "An ackt, a nein, a vhat? like 'shee tels '...you show me that kind of speaking is jewish, you speak like yiddish, ancient aramaic...you have strange verbs.. tears are flowing, look
I flow like aramaic, I fluent aramaic, i think ancient hebrew, i like talk with you in ancient hebrew
I like singing. tears are flowing...
I forgot you, and forgetting you, forgot everything.
I'm not in shet tels , I'm in the snow...tears are flowing
I speak like stupid:
"shayt tels in the snow..."
The sun-rise appeared in the night-time...shei tels in the snow, a long way away, enclosed in little towns, are you an ancient girl ?? Non, you are shet tels in the snow...real tears flowing
you skin like south desert, soft and hotter like south desert.
my skin, dirty, like smog, metal skin, don't sing closer, skin like poison. real tears flowing
sheay tels in the snow, killers dancing...we went north along time ago,
you talk sheei tels I found the form of Jewish!! "An ackt, a nein, a vhat? like 'shee tels '...you show me that kind of speaking is jewish, you speak like yiddish, ancient aramaic...you have strange verbs.. tears are flowing, look
I flow like aramaic, I fluent aramaic, i think ancient hebrew, i like talk with you in ancient hebrew
I like singing. tears are flowing...
I forgot you, and forgetting you, forgot everything.
I'm not in shet tels , I'm in the snow...tears are flowing
I speak like stupid:
"shayt tels in the snow..."
السبت، 13 نوفمبر 2010
GOD
she is a civorge
swift...you worry over the other...men, other men...I'm her married...I'm a little low...
GOD!!
you called Her, half an hour before you had to go...you saw on the train ride, a golden hand, thin and smooth, with one finger pointing upwards...you lay in her lap...you didnt know what the signs meant...you heard:
"She will obey me until the End of Time..."
Whats the end of time?
Then I sang,and I sang quite well...the others were quiet and stilted, they read the verses like they were just words...I went out for a cigarette, I was very disappointed that I was passed over...
I can't think with a soul...I have to keep calling when it's no..."I hate God!!" Lots of story-telling, racism, overblown evil joking, from my quarterm then the bus-ride, some white-girl:
"GYPSY!! GYPSY!!" I read her soul: creamy white/fake green; "I don't really Luv YAR...I said she'd be in a sinking pot of boiling water, and then, eaten..
but:
PEACE.
swift...you worry over the other...men, other men...I'm her married...I'm a little low...
GOD!!
you called Her, half an hour before you had to go...you saw on the train ride, a golden hand, thin and smooth, with one finger pointing upwards...you lay in her lap...you didnt know what the signs meant...you heard:
"She will obey me until the End of Time..."
Whats the end of time?
Then I sang,and I sang quite well...the others were quiet and stilted, they read the verses like they were just words...I went out for a cigarette, I was very disappointed that I was passed over...
I can't think with a soul...I have to keep calling when it's no..."I hate God!!" Lots of story-telling, racism, overblown evil joking, from my quarterm then the bus-ride, some white-girl:
"GYPSY!! GYPSY!!" I read her soul: creamy white/fake green; "I don't really Luv YAR...I said she'd be in a sinking pot of boiling water, and then, eaten..
but:
PEACE.
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