Someone is Dead

Mosque

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she had massive green, bird-leaf eyebROws, that had been snipped at and picked...they thick, thick even when she was a baby...a little squashed face, all these vampire lines around her lips, white face, a squashed nose, snipped at the end...

When we walked the mosque, we talked, I followed the little woman in leather jacket and cow-girl boots through the hall, clicking my fingers, thumping my thin arms, like easy waves, 1,2,3 skipping a little, a man gasps and clasps his chest crying his love, and he falls back against the door...looking at white face, with little white hair...we walked through a door, and entered the girls side, a dinner-night, full of large tables, seats squashed together...the first time a girl sees Jannah and she wails, turns round in shock, and walks away, I laugh, then wail and step towards her...I laugh again, and say:

"Oh dear! the first time she sees someone from Jannah! And I'm dead!!!"

The maiden went back to a youthful age, her thick wavy green hair, and massive black eyebrows framing huge dark green eyes.

True Love is green, Jannah is green...

Later, I have to find the mosque toilet...I feel tall, and walk to the beat of the Quran recitation blasting around the halls...I wave my hands and click my fingers, my soul sings the Surah, exact, I try to listen to my soul and hum some words, I'm walking to the beat, with black long hair, and rich dark purple coat, embroidered with a silent pattern...I turn towards the man's section and enter the door...A man holds it open for me as I walk through, and he bows, my head is high, his clothes turned to a sparkling silver...embroidered hems and edges...
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Soul Colours

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New Colours:

Turquoise: Blessed at Birth/Re-Born

Yellow: Delight, High happy

Red; Anger, Dull Red ( a tendency to swear and curse) Strawberry red: Cool and liberal. Blood-red: Wise/lived and learned and felt and fell. .

Dark Blue: Holy.

Purple: Even Holier, and mixed with Blue. Purpley-Pink: Gay-Girl.

Bright Blue: Funny

Light, sky blue: nice. happy.

Light pink; nice, happy.

Bright Pink: High, at a Party.

Orange: Extremely Clever.

Dark Brown; Why? Weep.

Light Grey (with stars) Reasonable, yet liberal, sensible, sees ways out.

Dark Green: True Love. ( a dull green ; He doesn't really Love YOU!!)

Jungle Green: War-head.

Vanilla, the feeling of touch, plus Mocha Chocolate...

Lime Green: sex.

Lemon Yellow; Full of Worship.

White: (just white) Good.

a weird green white: "Divine."

Neon monsters, in green, blue and pink...high emotion. Some colours are felt (colours are emotions/souls) so intensely they become fluorescent...

Bad Souls:

Yellow Ochre, a dead white, scaly grey-black (satan has appeared!!) dull yellow, dull purple (idolatry) dull red (bad language)

Dulled sky blue; Trying to be nice, but secretly hating you...

The most important colours;

Gold: GOD!

Silver; The Voice of the Angels.

Turqoise...a new blessing, maybe blessed in the womb and birthed to Buddha skies.

Cold, grey blue sea: (unaccepted)

Strawberry (or Raspberry) Liberal...even a liberal republican.

Beige: touch

Yukky Poo: EVIL

FLUORESCENT: of the mega-mega lifted extreme colour...i.e: true love green...mega mega!!

New colour just in: YELLOW: HAPPINESS/JOY

Dark bluish PURPLE: (like Rabbi...yo...holy song high)

----unexpected---a secret colour

And

What is Cadmium Yellow
?? Is it evil??

Killing The Seagulls

I asked;

"Why do you want to kill the seagulls? Mummy and I...ah....mummy....(is gay)....I don't like seagulls screaming at me..."

"I hate the seagulls because they say you and mummy are demons."

"What?! ...seagulls, ....seagulls are nasty because they tell me to get out of town, what me and mummy...is...yes, they scream."

He says;

"I won't say they are demons, but I will kill the evil."

"I love seagulls, because they kiss women. Mummy and I...she....is a lady!"

"* giggle; I know mummy is a lady."

"We love Him!"

"We love Him..."

"Ok, I've got to go because I'm freaking out, and I am going to paint a picture, this place is cool, but I don't want you. Ha!!! (looking around the river thames on the way to a gallery) These people are black heaven!!! They think I'm freak!! Mummy, mummy ...where are you?? I am talking to your baby...**** !!!  they don't understand she's dead!!! I said! I said!! Talk to Muhammed before I'm dead..."

Muhammed is singing to grandad.

"I am writing a book, and I will read to thee. Mummy is freak, because she thinks she is in heaven, she is travelling..."

"Hey you!!! Go and talk to my baby, I'm worried!!!"

Kill The Seagulls

Muhammed is going to kill the Seagulls.

Ghost children in the loft, while halloween bags are being passed down, "Obey me, old lady." they repeat." Cos the guitar will go rusty if it stays there. Merkel cut the bridge, cut my damn pathway to Christ. Checha emakeray the new performance inside the old power station. How do I explain to you without telling you it's all the same. Called a woman in coffee shop, "Devil." Got asked i.d...there ok so.

He has a little vendetta, cos I found a book on the bridge. It rains and rains. Petite rain, not at all angry or brimstone fire. Ran away from a Good-looking Tunisian man, with buzzy buzzing not brown not hazel eyes. Com, in french, ok so, Irish arise.

Same old, same old.

So, I'm passing through a tunnel by a station at the holy river river thames, and Bubu Muhammed reads me his book. It's a book he holds in his hands, looks all gold to me, coloured rusty gold cos it's ancient.

Muhammed is going to kill the Seagulls.

Think. Stop. Look and Think, Listen. He is just a child.

Because. I tell the air; "Seagulls are very homosexual. I read it in a book called H.Animals. They are lesbians."

We are going to kill the seagulls. We have a vendetta.

I don't like it.

Screams. Usually girls screams about anything and mad.

A certain tube line, is a 'PIT!' I need to go through just 2 stations, all the dogs, all coloured are squashed inside this train. Don't think you can just get the next one, it will be squashed for two hours, because the commuters want to go home. The last one, I had to stand behind a man, with his hands stroking a strangers butt, got so angry, no room to punch him, take a swing at him, so, repeatedly kicked at his legs. Got soooooo righteous, cried a type of war as i stepped off tube train. Go backwards then, and change. No way there. Leave.

Get a bus. Sing.

Lets get simple here and try to explain. It doesn't make for good reading. Where was I meant to stay?
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We didn't kill any seagulls, but I preached to all and sundry, cos people are bait stupid.

If my 3yr old, kid, foster son whatever, america. can write books, about mummy going, and lou arriving, and all a diary, and he is just ;

BLAH.

Arabic wonder HEll woman, yo.

"O la, ya hasrati! etc. this is the poor peoples quarter!!! I must alight!!" i.e get off the bus..."The king tribe near me , in the old days they only wore black, now we have fashion and tight jeans and heel and sandal, and that is just the hijabi's....and the kings tribe were at the boot sale, just only some 7 years ago.  And i am Mother, and I call Allah, Umma!!!"

And then sacked the man who tripped me when I jumped off the bus.

So;.....ending, we are Silver, now, and

Let go.

A real, wise, salvation.

Thrones......edit; cartoon lions like gorgon, discovery of a prayer in bed, called one bed slim, one bed hebrew, which i kept merely awake in prayer, but didn't get out, did'nt

 want to move, jumped, 

So; a giant Sphinx that i screamed real live above the roof stuff. 

Gots feet, naked feet, one pair of fee, and a skirt robe, and just giant feet in white, and some people sat round, and a man that looked like his whole body was fire, but kinder, held a book, book that he scribes from God.

Thats bleak!!!!!! Thats bleaker than bleak that that is all i can write !!!

Master, I'm called a Master now, like Rebbe, and went to somewhere i dont know how to write.

Let me Go.

me, me me. He is funnier.

Sweet stories, do do do no, don't know

The Gold God Said...

Our people have been left for dead, the Jewish people are King, I have my wife, and I love Him, my wife is Allah/Yahweh/God, she cried him, when she cried him we were god, we are now throne, let my people go...we have become exempt from god, because we hate , Lars loves Islam, Islam has rocketed, It says Noble God, this is death of god, my wife looks at me and says, look at you! do you love?! I tell her I love, Jesus men see us, Lars? is this special? If this is special, I want more than love...I want the world God...

(In Sanskrit) Begin the people, begin alvara love, Krishna is King, keep Love, we see Krishna, he hath special power, he hath seek King, He was never a lover, He learned to love, and went to mother Yeshoda, Yeshoda was the shoulder of God, He slept, Lars met sin, he became God, the sin was; Keeping Lars in...death.

Soldier God...The Aryan is His...

Lars name is Buddha...Buddha fathered Krishna, I was there, he fathered Krishna in my souls, He said I love you, and we joined souls...Ahavah is special because she is my Jewish souls, she calls THE DEATH; THE HOUSE...we made Ahavah in the house...I made special love, Lars screamed because she saw the men in the house in her dream...she prayed like King, and brought Light, she brought six years of light...she hit herself with lightening, because she was sing...we read each other's minds, this is special love because to read minds means we are soul in god...Help Lars! Ahavah sees dead, because Lars screamed DEAD! she is still a baby...pray for souls...

I want Sire souls because I am King...Lars loves souls...

(Hindu) Please God...India has left us souls...

When we meet God, we greet...greet IN Love...you are meek, when you nay love, you will feel death...I want you to right, nothing is right, I want you to right...I have prayed for the world, and the world said, we don't want the world, so, the world is dead...greet God, never be dead...The Holy Jihad is His, I am Lord God, I win the war and we King...Never War, war is sin, I am the soul of Him! If you greet me, cloe, you will thin, you will die...

THE END

This is the END, my friend!

I am NOT DEAD...

I've gone...

thanks everyone...