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...

Dangerous

My Tasfeer would be a danger.

Sometimes I pick up a dictionary, and then, read, and I'm exclaiming blasphemy!
 A quote (these are available, everywhere): 


“Men are in charge of women, because Allah hath made the one of them to excel the other” (Quran, IV.34)


Couldn't Gabriel have been slightly sarcastic? "Hath made the one of them to excel the other...." So the women were excelling, the other. Why not jealously take charge of them?

One day, I said Gabriel was Dead.


" Gabriel had fallen out of Heaven and he was asking Muhammed for help!"


"Ilafihim, originally means; The Desirous!!!"


Thats about as far as my reading has got.


--- And a wow, "looks like a biggie." And "I don't want your Ba!"---because she sits with him reading through the alphabet and teaching. And I walk over to a silver bench and a cigarette; and say;


Hello!! to


a child that shouldn't exist...
 an invisible gang of children:


"Aswadddddddd!!!! Aswaaaaaa!!! 'Swad! Aswad......!!! Aswaddddddddd! Swadddd....."


The blue circle, a swift arrow of white light, containing a blue circle, and stars....


What does she think???


He doesn't want to learn the alphabet:


"No!!! Its silly! You think we're witch!" 


I say: (cos he reminds of nan mixed with me, or a sister:) She is there, so, also, black skirt, black shirt, black coat, brown hat. 


"Yeah! I did it!!"


"It was an accident!!!"


---


Everyone was invisible. 


" I don't want to read ever again! You think we are Shaytan!"


---


It didn't really happen. My child isn't walking through sandy alleys and deserts, hundreds of years before I was born. But, then we saw the white ball flying through an spear. She won't forget. Is this a blessing? Is this a gift from Allah? What does she think. I don't want the alphabet. Aswadddddd....yeah, ASwwwwwaaaaddd....


This is a picture I made, the colours are awful. I like 'uploading' much more.


--- I don't know what she thinks. I'm going.----

Hasaad, Hasadeen

Hard to Write down, in a spurious type of mood like this.Writing like this is weak. I turn childish or devilish, when so and so is concerned.

Mummy was dead, ..."because they hide behind those brown curtains and smoke."I was so high, I was inside the End of the World. I stared at the Cat, at my kitchen table chair. Cat turned to the kettle.

"Have some soup, Cat."

I sat in my chair. For Hours. I stared and stirred the vegetable soup.

"The entire World killed, and we have left nothing. This soup. "---

We can Save. We can Save.All that staring into the make-up of the Universe, suddenly i have you in my hands, I am giant, I hold the atoms, and the stars, I can't eat, I can't touch. But I'm carrying the Beginning.

Being in this vision, is like, The Entire

.I can't explain, the complete immersion into God. Air is different, Sky is dead. Love is High

.Everything has meaning. Every single tiny word or action, is in God, or in Hell

All is black, you both wear black to hate.

I am hoping to fast, I like it. I do it, because I am poor.

", Cat, I'm terrified!  "I have to be clean, clean, but I'm rolling in smelly blankets, forgetting my teeth."

I've gone Insane!"

  

Books are scary in this house, I looked round the garden, into the back door, slithered in and made coffee...."I'm dreaming, I have all this Hope..."


"It's this house, there's no room for the spirit..."


The Envied rolls, he rolls spearing walls, laughing, they scream....he laughs, they scream...He blackens, they function against black, like green for the red...he shoots, dagger, dagger...rolls round laughing....

they scream, like spit...he rolls laughing...they redden, further knives through walls...they scream.He wants them to die, because they want him dead.

That's the reason.
They want him to die, because he wants dead.

He hates them, they are stupid.

They spit on the walls. He doesn't lend daggers.

Unless they pick them up when he throws.

He hates!! And spits and spits!!!  They are all stupid!!! Not like Insane!! ?? They sick. They are stupid.

They hate everyone.

He spits!!

They burst through walls, with powers of hate.

All the daggers have been thrown.

They are losing, and that makes him laugh. He hates laughing, he hates to even know of them.

They are stupid.

 He is envious of fools.

His envy is fire like Love. It's been lost.

More walls and walls.========I won't wait to be asked..."

"I think I need a cup of tea."=======

==========I've been in this Summer, forever, I wake as the cats run in and out of the doors,

"Morning Sweetie!" I wake up for that, and go back to sleep, I'm soaking hours in the bath, instead of getting up and going...

The Mad-House

"Oh, Gosh!"

"Sharrup, I'm writing..."

---

The Mad-House:

Duty was; When the Interviewer thought I was Red, she winked...

"I am putting you in light, you are, enter, a mad home..."

Scream!!


"I HATE YOU!!" she smiled: "Now, we are dead..."


The madness of a 1930's home, the girls were sparkles, 

"OH, nonnnnnnnn! You look, Light!"


I screamed, I ran through corridor...I said: 


"Start This, and Dead." I said:


"I'm going!"


I ripped apart, a curtain and said;


"This is Jewish!"

I took scissors, and forlorn, and stationed my mind in circles;


"Right...I'm going..."


--


I clapped, and sang:


"I am Jesus!" 


I punched a peanut. I ran through the house, and took clothing. I turned into a man;


"Right...Now, get work..."


I ran to an office;


"Nein nien, Hail! Hail! I vant a job!"


They gasped:


"You have Aryan face."


"Do you want special? Or sort?"


"I'll join, Effer..." 


--- I lifted my chin, clasped my hands, crossed my legs;


"I vannnnnnnnnt, S.S."


"Blimey!! SS is hardest!!" 


"I know.... And I sin. Piss on my face and I will King." 


They wrote:


"He has....a look like lemon. A good King...get him to Kraut. Write,: came in; Him."


I growled in the office; I growled with long hands clasped, and long legs crossed:


"I am waiting."

--- 


In 1935, I was cross, In the fifties I was a Star. 


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I applied for breeding, on the grounds of wanting sons and daughters, because I was weird and wanted weird children. I wrote to Hitler, I wrote I was Zwitter. But I wanted no Hell from men...A card arrived that said: 


"We do not need to see your c***k...we are going to select, you have the look, and you're a beautiful pig...Welcome to Lebensborn..."


---


I shot a Jew. I felt mad. I saw they were going to shoot, he was nearly mad, "Lover! You can't win!" I saw he was going to get a worse fate, I shot him...


---


The pretty girls shone. They were wow! "And you can't lack!" They were all around 16. I was 19 and a half...


One looked down at the floor, shyly;


"Would you like me?"


"No, no, I don't vant..."


"We can have a family..."


"No, no, I die..."


---


"Keep her..."

I can't! have...I am brutal! I know girl...I tell them I'm girl and they lie. 


Girl; "Why can you?..." 


Another Girl: "Have you got half-blood?"


Me: "Yes, I'm zwitter...are you alright??" 


Girl; "I like this...give want."


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I took over, it's obvious...