Some Alien Vibe

Unto Evil, Unto God...cry unto God, and he will cry unto you.

We thought the devil, we have fell.

Remember to talk, in talk cry not unto Him, but unto You.

When we seek, we fell, because ever-fell. We want to talk God, and we are unwell. So, cry unto the scriptures, and release men from Hell. This will never fell...We seek Him...

Don't forget Jesus, my Son. He tells us, turn the other cheek, sleep with one eye open, this means when we turn, we take His hand.

See His soul, seperate women from men. Let women love Him, let women sorrow.
Women leave home, to marry God, live in a home where you can cry God. You are sacred light. Men leave home, the light must be scattered.

Write me home.

becus Mannie is Heksekah

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Stigmata

Stigmata is His...It happens to the King...

"I am the blood of The Crown of Thorns...My children are His...Bring me Lord...To defy His is death..." His name is Yeshua E Jesus E David E Yahweh...

My name is Louis Arizal De David De Yahweh...

The crown represents our death...Stigmata's are a cry to God...First I wear the Thorns and see I am wearing His dark face...We are in tears...Jewish men have died...Jewish men have sinned....

The first nail in the right hand wrist feels...It means:

"Our Lover has died...We are crying Him..."

The scar on the right hand palm is His...It means:

"This is Love, Jewish men feel..." A feeling in the side, where the sword cut His side, means:

"We have death, bring me to His..." I am carrying the cross...This lasts for about half an hour...Yeshua is upstairs in Heaven, He gets it worse...He is bleeding and vomiting...I just have a headache....I see His face, He is dark haired, has a pale face, big eyes with big eyelids, dark curved high eyebrows, wears a straight haired beard...Tears can scar my face, when I am in Heaven, they see my tears, my hair turns white...Carrying the crucifix means...They have cried Death...

"My heavy Love is woe, we are Christian Death, Worship Kings, for we cry for Love..."

-Mein Hertz Brennt

mEIN hERTZ bRENNT

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Michal came back, well she is always watching me, but I don't see, She walks into men and talks to me, this is awkward, because it means I take a shine to these men, because I can't see Her...She came back, and cuddled me in bed...This is the first time I have cried for months maybe a few years...real, flowing wet eyed, tears...I'm in bed with women in Heaven, every woman I'm with, I call Michal, I see Her face...weird, I remember a guy in Israel, who wanted to change his name to something more Holy, he says Michael, a girl has written his name in Hebrew, but I read as Michal, and I holler, the name Michael has bad connotations, the name Michal is joyous, and I roll the word around in my mouth and cough it, say it gutteral, and the Hebrew girl stares at me in shock, and everywhere we go I call him:

"MICHAL! MICHAL!" I say I love you...

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Lars Shalom says vom de niler avereki evom, from the cry will men bring me from Him...the War has ended...Das Got, Das Kind...Michal says, Evrit Katom, El Ashanti e Yahweh.

Jesus Is Dead In My Blackened Mind

PLEASE HELP, THEY KEEP TELLING ME JESUS IS A DEAD EVIL MAN

Guillemots-Through The Windowpane

Trains To Brazil

Moses On The Mountain

We walked forever...I said:

"Shit! There's a moutain in the way!! Wait there, I'll go alone, I like climbing!"

I kept saying SHIT, and the girls and boys giggled...I said; Shit is an exclamation, it means poo, but it also means look at you...the kids would run to me, being bright, and I would slap my legs and greet them with Love...I would sing pop songs and dance, we had water, and we had doves, we had bowls and we had tents, all from the Egyptian princess, I left baby Enu behind in the palace...I would drink water and get drunk...

They called me, Miss....When I got to a cavern in the mountain I stopped...I saw two stones, then I heard a thunderbolt, the stones said:

WEAR A BRA...I laughed...I said:

"This was the aliens, I remember this from Rehab..." (The Ameretti Lizards say Wear a Bra, which to them means Give Love...)...the stones crumbled...I heard myself...myself in the doorway of the mental hospital, the people heard me, they had parchment, they wrote down my commandments...I saw Jesus and my face glowed, He looked God...He had flowers in His hair...I said:

"You are me!" He said, Yes...I said: I remember you, you were on the Cross, He said:

"Yes I was...Because the man Messiah called you, and your soul is Gods...Tell them you are the Messiah....He heard your every word, He was fortunate to hear your words,"

"Never let them think Jesus woe...I am King Jesus, I am His...Jesus of Nazereth is His...He is King Of Life, you are King Of Love...Forever give Him life...Never let hate men go..."Sisters Of Mercy-Floodland"Louise, you are Gods...You are His King...Go down to the people and tell them Gods..."

I hurried down, Men were calling the demon, I hollered..."I am Gods!! Aaron these men kill God!!" He cried....We fought...men fell, I took my dagger and killed nine men, the women were woe;

"He said, Nay commit Adultery, and we felt ill..." I said; Yes, I remember this, it was my own guilt and I shook you...I have cried, be well..." They were screaming:;

"Men were worshipping the Devil and we are dead!! Kill the devil!!"

I said;

"It's only a picture, it will go..." And I cried, and it left...

I said: "Holy Father is God, we have found the Promised Land..."

The Love Union, and Moshe

'Father! We have Love!!' 'Look! We have a Love Union!'

The Love Union, is a political joining of all tribes on Planet Jesus...We have peace

----Deftones-7 words

I'm Moshe, last night, I went back, I went to Pharaoh, I had to bring Aaron with me because my Aramaic Hebrew is slow, as is my Egyptian (speegle-means-bitch!)...They said:

"Father, What do you want?" I said:

"Set My People free! Or you will go to Hell!" The Pharaoh was happy to be no...He said:

"I have built Hell..." I said:

"Tell Pharaoh, 95 times that I have brought the plague...95 times because I am 95(%)Him...I want Love Him..." They winced:

"He tells you you are Him!? Why are you a woman?" I said:

"Because God is His, God began as a woman..." The men sqelled (which means, thought of Hell) The women sighed...Pharaoh laughed:

"She is Him, 95 times over!!?? Then I am 95 times died!!" I said:

"I look at you and see dead, you have died men...you are too black!!" "I will bring Love to the Hebrew, and death to thee..." "

"She can see!! How can she see??!! I am 95 times died!!" He mocked, and said:

"Look at Her hair!! She is too red!!" Egyptian girls laughed, the princess looked, she said, I want..."Daddy, I want Her..."

I said, dead: "You will never want me, you are rich, I am weak..." She said:

"I am weak...Daddy let Her spend time with me..." I spent time with Her, and told Her my Tutankhamen...that I was the blood of a younger sister Of Queen Cleopatra, she was shocked...She said...Pharaoh have whatever you want...I spent too long, I said I had to go, She said:

"Then this is well...goodbye King..." She kissed me, I giggled, said:

"Let my people go..."

She let us go...

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The Hebrew heard me....

"If she is King, we will bring light...she is to go to Pharaohs..." Brothers cried, they said:

"Louis, thy Hebrew name is Jesus...the name Jesus, this is most..." I said:

"I'm most, musha most...Moshe..." They said:

"The Pharaoh hath died...His people cried, they want Israel OUT!" I said, good...and told them to move the people out...they did as told...the plague began (This happened in 'Rehab'...I played piano and cried ten chances, to ten plagues, it became plagues...We went to every door, we killed men, the Pharaoh said, Go...He gave us clothes, we donned the clothes...they said:

"Louis look at this hair!! Dark red!! You are so white!!"

We gathered the people, we began to move out, Pharaoh cried soldiers, they followed us, I stamped on the ground, the ground moved, men cried, they stumbled, the sea parted...(cried that in Mental Hospital!) We made it across the river...I was so old...I said:

"The Promised Land is died, I'm to Hell...." They wept....

The End

Niyaz----
!
She says, to my free; "C'est un ami a toi, n'est-ce pas?"

A loud resounding: BASTARD!!

I seethed, "Eeee, eman a kal!" They steal me, they steal me! (eman a kal, means something like: FAITH IS NEVER DEAD)

He knocked on her door, the door was shut in his face because they were hiding from him. Sick man, sick mouth, sick unclean food that he dribbles down his chin, he rubs his crotch in public, he farts constantly, yet he has a look, and he has a way of talk, he hangs around with Turks, that run an unclean takeaway, to get free food, they say He is piss, they freak, they say, *&"%" her in ***, he says: she's greek, they say, **** greek,...BASTARD...Our Father hears the Turks, and cries, they say: "This little Greek bitch is calling Pater, we'll kill her and make her dead..." I say, forgive me, for calling men Turks, Our Father calls them Swerks, which means 'Dead men.' J'ai vingt-cinq ans. Before that, I was 17, she is quarante-neuf...

The bay window was brick, and kept a border between the girls in the house and the English drinkers in football shirts, just come from the pub. He felt like a guardian soldier, he kept the women safe. He feels sick:

"Why do you pick?"

Bete. A leu on cirtar.

"Cette porte ne doit pas etre ouverte." They are to be married in the summer. Ils doivent se marier cet ete.

He is negligent, he is heedless of her love. He stays still by being thoughtless. He says, He will be judged. She weeps, she says:

"Look, little cat, we're Love..."

Qu'est-ce que vous voulez? Desirez faire demain? What do you want to do tomorrow? You want to go to her and be still. You're red, all red. Walk away, walk into her, noyer, noyer, la vert de miroir. Faire fortune. She gets shamefully angry and accusing:

"YOU! YOU DRANK THE WHISKEY!!"

"I am NOT whiskey!" Why does she do that? Because, she wanted a man to blame, she had a bad man for bed, she says, If she tells you, you're dead. She meant Love, this whiskey is mine, you took Love, take Love. She heard him perve, and she had his miserable violent sick bed and blamed you. Because? They ever blame you...

No, no, he didn't, and you still make him cry...Le lit est un petit gris. It weeps. He looks at the light, and says,

"Un petit me." Yes, he is very solemn. It is this Love that is to be greatly feared...

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"Do you see what this love is? It's terrible! It's the greatest crime! You give this Love to me, and we will die! Yet, I still sing, I sing because our Love is to die, look at how you silence me, look at how they cry. If they ever found me, I would die! Men will have you and I die! I am dead! Dead!"

She trembles when she's alone in bed,

"How will they know?! Why are you dead? We are Pie, just a little Pie, I want you know! When you look I say, No, because they think we're dead! We are never bed!"

Le peinture est du miroir, fallen men. When she looks I feel Doomsday. I meet the Examiner, the Doctor, the Magistrate, the Coroner.

All of them, still...

I am a bungling mess. I eat cat meat for breakfast. I still protest. I deflect her looks by turning away to my books. Yes, I seem, still. When I yield, love is wealthy, I am exclusively hers. We travel, from room to room, from bed to bed. Not here though, not in the same space.

The mirror went black. Every mirror in the house is covered by cloth.

"I dream about you." That means she's sex.

"The dreams are sweet." I decease. I say icily; "This never is."

I hear her through the wall. She screams my name, over and again. Shocking. I'm listening to Jeff (Buckley) and smoking in bed, the cat shoots liquid all over the bed, twenty minutes after I tickle it's neck and face, so, I throw it against the wall, it screams and flies out the door. Next morning, I hum..."Yeah, uhahuham...hummmmm." I hum. We like Hum. Killer yum.

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Perfect Circle-Magdalena
Someone promised to be God. I made the shout, more than anyone, did less than everyone else, and packed up my bags. I dumped myself on a girl, and watched Countdown everyday, it was the same, bed, smoke weed, bed, wave her off to Uni, bed, book...TV. She thought I was dead...Yes, I was. I said I was God, but it was her, she was...I'm destined for nothing. Because we are mirror to mere.

I am still simple. I prefer not to hear her. But I'm waiting for her to notice. And then she speaks, lowers her head, looks at me, and purrs. And I die. I can hold it all in....


"But if they cannot contain, let them marry; For it is better to marry, than burn...1 Corinthians
To marry is dishonest. I am still dead. Sitting in her front room with the TV on is half hour punishment, she hates the TV and she says:

Watch.

It jars my soul, grates at my feet, clashes against my ears. The heater is sooooo damned hot!!!! It's noise, I say love is stupendous, we know the script, and the outcome. To leave, wander off somewhere else. I'm hiding. From violence. Too hot, the room is too hot...I am like the audience, when she looks, I squirm, but I don't react. I will myself to stay still and silent, and then be polite. One sentence, smile so dark in her eyes I can't see her; and an ashtray, an ashtray is full of my stories and markings, I make it art. It's a picture of death, and I like the ashtray, because I hate death. And because the tobacco is from her, we bond in smokes. I seperate the bed. Lost roving eyes meet glares, that offsets giggles. It's still sexual. The TV is a bastard, like the Pharoah' cats. It's a cats concert of stupidity, when I mumble. I'm in romantic turmoil, because I can't see romance! Yes! I hate it!

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The air is nice. The sunlight gives me gold, as it comes through the curtains, the END is silent, it's good, I see the doors, they're open. Hum. I like her newspapers, because they're shared.

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Third moans, as I walk into the house, First is screaming!

"Un point c'est tout! On n'en parle plus!"

I stay silent. I hate arguements, I want them to end. That BASTARD, I imagine a terrible odour, coming from this pig. But, he knows talk, he reads, and he knows talk. Acts polite, sicker than a dog, sick, sick, sick. Our death. Elle a eu un petit sourire. No more talk.

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Yes, it is all smoke and mirrors.

I want Sook. Means to her; "Sexy Look." I hate her, she weeps. Third gets in the way, but I'm so grateful he's there, my voice is extactic!...Chess.

"I'm whites!" Whites say, outside the house: "What do you do, pig?" "Then you're dead! Fucking dead!"

I feel sick, the Third is in tears...

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The Ending is divine. We want a house. We have every house. We want to Love.

I'll show you souls. Be well.

"Doesn't it feel nice, to be new?"

the end

The END read to music: Candy Bars-Enough To Choke A Cold Air...Look at this house. It was a scene of an ending. We lived there for years, we had all ended. Except the youngest, who went away to university.
The scene is darkness. I say there is a delight in darkness, the antique mahogany, slight furniture, the drawn curtains, the cats, the old upright piano with dusty keys, the mess of clothes and yellowing newspaper all over the floor, the russian literature, upstairs, the brass bed and the 1920's peach colour flapper's dress, and the ashtrays full of golden virginia stubs, the countless, nearly empty jam jars and souring milk in the fridge, the Indian takeaway leftovers that give the air in the kitchen a spice, the covered mirrors, the ripped and tufty flowery sofas, the faded paint, the colour painted photo pictures of rich aristocratic french families in odd gilt-looking frames, the broken wobbly, spindly wooden banister, and the hole in the front door.
We had all died here, and ended a little differently. We were marked by blood, being related, we stressed the feelings of being in the dark. We each prefered to ponder our souls, silently, we rolled the tobacco, we shared the food, or rather I ate little, and watched Third eat the food, we sat the chair, we every now again, walked past the piano, and plonked a chord, but never got to song.
The three of us were smoky, and the third hated the air because cigarettes were ours, The other twos, and we loved each other.

We liked snuff. And Turkish coffee.

We stayed in bleary eyed defensive, which offended. Third loved to offend, and I ignored it....The sword suited the second one's hand, the piano the third, but what was hiding in the first?

We were Grandfather clock.

Oh! We would look swiftly at each other, in the same breath, and then call Love a book! We went far! Too far! We shake tails like lummy lambs. We never spoke, I loved it when she sighed, hid herself in her arms, buried her head, and said: "I'm sooooo stressed..." When we compared eyecolour.
One day, we accidently touched, and we shook, and we shivered and said:

"Oh no! Oh God, Yes!"

When that happened, I told myself, I know this!!, and she shook her body, hands in the washing bowl and said:

"YES!"

Sword walked with a shrunken posture and no head, saw everything in the End: "Like a love token..."

Immoral. It was......still is.....

Ethically, we were dead.
Ideally, Heaven-made.
Truthfully? A little God.

I liked Chess. Baby the Third liked chess...and they said men, so he was at an end, so was I, I was drunk, I was stoned. He looks so sweet, long face, red hair, big eyelids, framed by high brows, = It gave the End a picture. The house is called the END:

La FIN...

They considered me, a poor fish. Mad.

Prone to hysteria.

Toute cette histoire m'a l'air bien louche.

Why was I mad?

The wine. Il est un petit folie a la sang! There is a little madness in the blood, and comfort in the wine! Sur ce, We are comforted by the wine. I am: Quelqu un qui ne pouvait pas se defendre. (Somebody who doesnt care about themselves).

She purred: "Do you want to look?"

"I want to,...I daren't..."

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The second guards the END house against trespassers. He sits with a sword across the knees. He prefers the Scimitar. Because it's light. The third lets the trespassers in. The first reads...

She said: "Sex is sweet!"

I said; "How odd! But...yes."

I remember more, she was eighteen.

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It was quite a probleme. Exactement, my apathy, seemed God. It was wrong. To look at her, was wrong. I wanted a problem. More and more. I wanted to think. I wanted to see God. Pig, pig, pig. Your problem. Was...

Mon amour was chafouin.

I am still. Non, I am lost in her mirrors. Will you be special He? I go from her to he, and the he in me is a her, and the her, is still stuck in the mirror.

Do you smell sweet?

I did, now, I reek. I am seeing he, it is femme, not effeminate. It is...please, it pleases women. The woman in you can hang.

Men say:

"I'll follow her to the ends of the earth!"

We say:

"We're on the wrong side of the road."

I talked to her; She said; "What do you want?"

"Il y eut un silence a l'autre bout du fil."

La fin du monde.

It had ended, because we bleat. Like sheep; We said:

"Death men, we are sheep, we love, you bring bleak."

"Don't want to end..." He said, said, the third...He played solitary chess...

I am, the second. I look at first and breathe a whisper, :

"Hummmmm, hah...I die." Curl up on the armchair...

I'm soft when I look at her and I sigh:

"Oui.....bof...bofffffff"

"Nu..." She says, like her bird lamb.

"Huhhhhh....hmmm. Rub my head on the cat, warmly tickle her and angrily push her, "Because you cat, are the first! And I don't like her! Push off!" And the cat jumps and I smoke a sigh.

Bob Dylan-Lay Lady Lay
System Of A Down-Sugar
The Czars-I Am A Man
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Torah, I think this is Barak, the alien book that follows Torah

shotgun through the TV, Yao!there is a secret passage in the Torah that says;;;redeem, I am His, I feel failure, I feel the death of His, call Chal men, call God, I am here and I am dying in God, the demons were here, they bring fear, my town is dear, who will free my town???

They replied; the town is here, we are praying daily, have no fear...they are calling the Jew...every man you love were Jew (AND THEY WROTE) 'He were in concentration, that meant Halama (holy dead) emag...a man in the concentration camp said; 'You big, lumbering fellow! You trod on my foot!!’, 'WE ARE DEAD!!' ‘Kalama is 'The torch, the light, the lamp'

Bring me Kalama emog...(light to her) 'They said; 'We cry Kalama, we cry!!' Everyone he met in 'there' was dead...

'Why are you here, Louis? We are all dead!'

He said...'I am the damned dead...I will let you feel...I will let you die and enter Heaven...Halami bequeath me, Heavenly dead...Go me to Christ, the demons are brought forth, bring forth to me here, Heavenly Love...'

(A woman in the camp said 'Little German boy? Will they let you go??' and another said ; 'Don't look down!!')

I said, 'Let me look down, (because I will burn in the sun!! Because I am the death of Christ, I have suffered eternal damnation, I cry Christ!'...Every man cried he had suffered, and Heaven brought lights...He held the lights...

'I doth hold in my Heavenly hand, the light of an Angels love...I am Him'

Book By Michal

I'm trying to remember the book:

Lewis looks joyful, I see His looks,I am Des, I love her so...because she looks...Look above, look below...We are sex, holiest sex, she looked below, in the bed, she turned blue...she said blue is holy low, she meant Luov..."I love you..." I want blue..."What do you want to do?""Bluuuuuuuuue!"...I said blue...I was dead, she knew...she said, took you...I said, you never took, you look..."I'm new!"I love new...A bad man cried bed. She was leaning on the bed, she cried in bed, she said:"He wanted you, he kill you..." I said, look, I'm dead...she knew...she fumbled in the bed, and said:"David, hated you, look at him dead..." I said:"He's Sul..." She said:"I cried for a knife and I respected His bed, the three of us...I want him killed, free us..."I said: "I Love You..." We bed...I said:"You are David, because...you are new!" She said, blue:"I was never David, I never knew...." I said:"Look!" She looked, she said, dead..."They've chopped off your head, I'm blue, I hereby make this a Holy Day, this sacred shampoo is my bed, I honour you by wiping it across my head, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, here, I make this day Ashe Afem, the birth of the dead..."And I laughed and said:"You were putting that in my bed, I can feel it on my god..." But she said, dead: "I go to mourn, My Michal hath dead..."

The Moslems And Daddy, The King Of Arabia

(rewritten and confusing so apologies)

Today I listened to my Imam talk to Father, My grandfather is King of Iran (so, I confused Him with Muhammed) He said:

"Father, Louise is Allah, she is in souls, she hears men cry, what shall we do for her?"

He replied; "Yes, she needs a humble home, yes, I see Annie, and she is well, Louise knows her love, when are they wed? Louise seems No, I say; "Do you love her?" and she replies she is dead, (I offered her Fatima, ???) YES! (Muhammed said Give Her Fatima!!) but she cried and said, I want dead!! She has met a man, I think men will kill her, if she gets to my people we have hope, she is well, she is on the road, she wants to read...Tell Annie to bring her God, to make love is God, let Louis know, they will make Love..."

He says to me: "Will you make Love to Annie?" Because He wants it blessed, I sigh, I say:

"I never make love, I die..."

And I'm sick, college is lonely, though I'm surrounded by friends and I show off in class, I take the seat, and then I sit alone smoking marijuana, I'm constantly searching the halls and rooms for a dark haired green-eyed girl...

I get a girlfriend, she's Jewish, I say that's great, but I can't stand her gay best friend, because he has her for sex, and is generally drunk and loud, and I get into lesbian politics, crying rainbows, hanging about in London's queer pubs...we cry 75 lesbians to love, they say they will work for us...she starts a club after I've left her, and now I'm with her sister,

(we are born on the same day, they say she has special needs, mum shouts and makes her work while we lay about in bed, I look at her, and say, "You are pure Love, you are my beautiful little sister, I divine love you, little maid!" and she giggles ("Louise, last night, we had sex!!")...I'm naughty, I jumped into her bed back in time, and J's mum heard, I make women in the mental hospital dorm, appear in front of her mummy's bed, telling me to hurry up and eat my takeaway!! and I can see myself in J's bed...)

tunes: So Here We Are-Bloc Party...because my heart beats madly for this girl......but I'm drunkenly mad, and her sister Juliet is too sensitive, and Mum's an OC (obsessive compulsive) nut!! and I'm falling for the Jewish Haredi guys fighting in Gaza, because I'm watching it all on TV, and I make the decision to go to Israel, like I did when I was 12, and told Dad I wanted to read Torah...

I say, about Mannie or just, women, that: she is dark sex, and I don't like it, but she cloaks me, which means she hears me want to follow the Path (Taking up the Koran and the Hijab) and she says good, Mum says odd, If you are Mohammadin, How can you be queer? Now, I'm Doppa, which is low, I should Tarq, (Muslim hats)

I've fallen for Polly, (again, since I cut out a picture of her in the NME, at school, an article about hiding in a cove in dorset, and finding God, and I go for weeks without washing my hair, to honour her...!)She has just released a record, called:

Good Fortune!- and everytime I see her video, I'm happy and high!!

Father Muhammed, says to Mannie, "Are you taking her to bed?" (Because he wants to know if this is special love!!)

She says: "Yes!"

I say: "No! I am crying Afghanistan!!"

He says; "Do you want my men to fight the men who claw??? I mean, are these men witch??" She says:

"Yes...And He says, I will cry my men to fight..."

(I say at 17: "HELLO!! I WANT PEACE, I HEARD FATHER IN AN EPIPHANY AND FELT A HIGHER LOVE AND I AM CRYING AFGHANISTAN GOD!!" (I have a tiny green notebook, a lost one)He cries Afghanistan to light...

He asks, Mannie, the same question, "Are gay men peace??" she says "Yes! Because Gay men are guess!!"...I say:

"No...they are dogs!" He weeps...He hears them cuss, says they are dangerous...and He shrieks...And I cry hysterically after hearing them talk sex..."Louise please leave this man's house!!!!!"

He cries the Mohammadin to fight: the dogs..., They hear the white politician's cry they will invade Arabia...And they say, Girl stay in the house... and I say,

"I don't want Fatima because I am gay, she is nay gay!"

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED: WHAT AM I HEARING?? He said:

"Will you give Louis Lord? No! The whitemen are NO!" And He clutched His chest and fell in the doorway...He said to Mannie:

"War is dead! They want War!" "Louis! Tell dead!" And He wept, He said to Mannie:

"Tell Louis be quick, I have given Her my crown, tell everyman to give Her Love!"

And Mannie wept...And I was never told...And Fatima said:

"I Love you!" And I said, No...And She said:

"Daddy, I want dead..."


(This is the first time I realise I have heard Father in Heaven, downstairs I loved Him like a star!!)

I wear green hoods, and dark thick kohl, flowering from the side of my eyes...and pink and black beads in my silver ear piercings, a silver nose ring and long black skirts...I'm always frowning, and sniffing my nose at everyone in my english class, Cromwell, Cromwell...Nay!!! I am Cavalier!! Beautiful Cavalier... This is too slow, and stupid, and so am I and I cannot write a single thesis...

Fatima says to Grandaddy, "She (Louis) is crying the muslim women, and I want her, I say we are dead, and Mannie is dead!!"

He is shocked, "I have cried my people dead??!! I thought white men were no!!??"

And She says: "You are Death!!" and He leaves the room crying...

I'm sorry it's hard to remember....

Justin Timberlake-LoveStoned

Hot Chip-Boy From School

Iranian Women's Day

What They Said: They found Her, they said, wife of Muhammed, we are crying God!! She was shocked, she said: YES, I have a wife! They said, If you have a wife you are God, we are crying Fatima, will you want God? She said: Well, no...I want Love, they said; We are Love!! . Iranian Women's Day 1979

How did they find her? They broke the law and looked, they said, "Please Father, let us see His wife!!", I sighed, I said, "Yes, she is Loves...this is rise, I have to go to Her, I must die, I'll greet Her on Earth, and lie, I know what I will do, I will die, I see (Mum) and I die, she calls for life, she has skied the American high, She says Nay wealth, Love is High, I will be born to Her and die, because she is the royal blood of Muhammed, I am nay Muhammed, I am Elohim (Angel)...I go to die...."

Me!

Mantras

Let me tell you what I know about Him, and then I will tell you what I know about Angels!!

We are sleeping in Heaven, and yet, yay, we are hearing Infidels, Heathen men of any colour skin...They say 'Wasaami?? Who are You?? '...I say I am clean, I say...sometimes, I am very mean...

I am a wonder of the skies,
I am King,
I see women and say I love Him!...

Klim is a Indian word, It means seed (it means the beginning of a word!)....seeds are mantras...words create seeds, words are sees....

The mantra is Blim!! (Blim means the end of a word!) This mantra sees Him, it says give me klim/seeds, I want to make Him...we see mantras, we see Him, The first mantra is dead, because Infidels cry 'Allah! You are dead!!'

The second mantra is joyous!! It says...We exist in Him!!!

The third was delirious...I am so drunk!! I see Him in wine!! I seek Somas, I enjoy wine!! Enjoy women in Him!!!

The fourth is What could I be?? I could be a priest!! I could become King!!

Not many were King, but they were see Him, they make a King of love, find the lover, make Him Holy King!! We have prayed for Life, we are exhausted in prayer! What have we won???

ETERNITY!!!

The last mantra was wise, everyone dies, everyone cries...Be sure to watch men, and be wise of their lies!! Whoever thought that we could in one whole be liberal, yet, so; No!! No!! For Yes!

The happiest were lights, the wisest were dies, they could see everything, they said

Mourn Jesus; If we mourn Jesus, we see the stars, Create Love, jolly men are God, jolly men are bizarre, the Indian men cried, that the white men led...We lied, we said: Be led!! Never be led, because to be led is to die, Judas led Him to death, Love led Him to God, He would say: If my God will it, I will do it...He was Grace, He would make choices, but, Only under the will of His Father...everyman was dead because everyman loved...When they say:

Bitch, we are dead...We are in tears, please don't be led, be the heart of the wise!! Rise!! Rise!!

The men are dead, because they are prize, we work for God, we will make money and win Heavenly prize!! Wine and women!!

The One is solely Love, I love you, I want to help, I want to cry...

I never wanted wealth, I thought only of the pain and love in this Life, I never realised we win prizes, I saw her in sorrow, and said: I will look after thee...

God is no more sorrow, Heaven was something I could never see around me in this world of misery, but a little golden seed in my eye, an ambition of love, something more...And if I find no joy in this life, please lead the men and women of God to me...

If everything stayed clean, everyone would see...But Infidels are mean, they look and they take...They say; 'Evil woman you are mean', I say I appeared out of the wet soil/the earth, I appeared in Northern Native America, and I met a bird, called the Woozel, and I said to my friend the bird, 'Who Am I??'...and my friend the bird, replied...'Allah!! Light!!!'... and I am mean, and I have always looked the same, and I have had many names, Jewish Arizal, Irish Mallon, Iranian Amitaka, Te Meung, and I say I made the seas, with my wife we made seas, with tears, and we loved, and we cried...and magical lights swim in mystical oceans...

We prayed while Jesus died, and we said; Honey I love you!!, and our sorrow made worlds, our sins made hells, and we made the universe, like lovers stars!!!

Planet Jesus

Alien tribes: (this is about changes over the years)

Amorelian: A warlike tribe that cries the death of God, split in two after the genocide...at war with The Raeffi (note tribal name changes, don't get lost!!) people, have nuclear power, dropped several bombs on the Raeffitti, before Louis cried, the tribe rejoined, and they shook the hand of peace...uniform: white leather boots, blue suits, white 'boivan' hats, like baker boy hats, but split in half like butterflies...they have spaceships...saved the world from the reptilian dabaliens, 12foot tall, dead, cry MAN ****, have no soul, look like triceratops;(/above) FLAG: Dark blue...underlined by a line of sky blue...changed after King Lewis Smith in 1905bv (what does BV stand for??? Before Viter, which means Before God) (???)NO!! 1905AD which in B.V is 910bv) to red....tradition: to cut with knife under the nose to cry Hitler dead, other new traditions; gay sex !!!

what is this??!!!: (They say, we mourn, we mourn by giving each other gay sex)...(see my british televised book, left in a folder at home, second part lost) (WHY??) because homosexual men are the blood and glory, and cry pain...
...new: they think the Raeffitti are going to die...Why? Because they are led

kaballah number 319: redirect the Amorelian, many are crying war...redirected...to?? Holy Love is more, never cry war...outcome...Heard Kate::???...went lie...number 399...look at angels...399, means, heavy eye...sodomy is wrong....

I don't quite know what's happened with the Amorelians, I DID write that they fought and cried the light of God, but then it's been 2000 years, I encounter the men today and they say "Yea! We are Christ light!" They cried light, but they heard woe, and they became 'stuck', they met 'men from Earth' or they heard them, and said "Yes! We will kill the lizards!!" and the Armelian revolted...

In 209av (After Viter) the Armelian almost became dead, because??? they heard men cry God dead, the Raffitti particularily heard the death of the jews, circa 1930's, which was around 85av...209av, was the Bosnian war, around the time Louis was beaten and bullied at school...and they heard her call the men of Allah, and they heard the reply, 'We will ride!!' and they cried the Raeffitti had died, and Polly shone, and then, they gathered men, and came back to the light, in, ??? 219av...

And then in 2006AD Louis said to Polly, "Why are you hollering Men will ride, and why am I hearing white boys terrorise my life with, "We are Muhammed!", don't you know they would never read the Book, and they are nay the Prophet (Blessed Be His Name) I am Hebrew, and I nay want War!!" And Polly said; "You are right! I cried out because we're fly! We need peace!" And I cried we were dead, and I cried white men dead, and she wept...


Armelian: The Amorelian tribe split, because of the genocide of the lizard people (Amarettis, now extinct) The Armelian are the underground resistance, uniform: they wear fur boots, arpelian cloth which is as soft as muslin and grey baker boy hats, they use laser guns, women fight too, they cry the Love of God, they left the Amorelian also, because they began war with The Raeffitti's...I know the Amorelian army are commiting crimes, because I encountered the Ameretti's death pits....grey-skinned Queen Emel cries we're dead, because she says the Amorelians are 'het'...


Politikat: These are the blood of Louis and Polly...they have a mark in their DNA, which switches human hair into multicolours, like green and blue, depending on the mood of the Mothers...(the feeling of a pregnant woman also affects the colour of the babies soul) they cry peace, they are 'groovy' hippy movement, cried flowerpower to earth from Heaven...they love Jesus, they follow the Neon Bible...the Neon Bible states the death of the world, the agony of war, the feeling of well, the love of more...they say, Mummy Louis is cry, Polly is low, she sees the love of God, but thinks Louis is no...Louis told us Allah, and we don't want the Raeffitti or the Amorelian to go to war...


Politikat album...=...Kasabian...-...Empire...


Raeffitti: A tribe that were given the Holy Torah, 95% correct...there is another book, the Barak, which recounts Louis' life on Earth; the Jihad against demons...they say the Barak is a 'black book'...they were given the Torah by 80 men from Heaven, and they are incredibly intelligent, and love, they cried love of the world, they knew God...the Amorelian are racist, the write the Raeffitti are not at all God, and a favourite racist cartoon is 'Hareti Von Pig'...Raeffitti's are odd-looking but cute, men in them were crying no, which led the DNA to moult, which means it skipped a level and turned too koot, disease is low...koot means unstable; giving them rather big flabby faces, large noses and huge mouths, intermarried with Politikat, love Jews...

...Blue skinned Lars Shalom is in hiding, and writing the death of war...(he is blue because his soul is love Michal's)...Amorelians are slightly coloured differently, their grey skin has filtered down to a light low white/light blue...two temples with shrines have been built which must face, the light of God, directed North East to Lars Shalom's Holy cry in the countryside...he lived in a Delv, which is a hole in the ground, and lived on berries, and clothing which appeared magically from Heaven....

Raefferiti to number 367, become wise...


Avaashanti: A mix of intelligence and wits...appearred from Louis' fingers, originally called the Emeradi...Ezekiel Emer is a famous Avaashanti author, he writes a fable about the resistance, and the need for a 'Brit Voice' and 'Love of King'...the book is seven volumes, covering a man created by me Louis, (I give him ideas for books, and base the first chapter/first book on a party in the kitchen of the mental hospital, and it is fast paced with drunken/stoned talk)...the main character is less of a reactionary man and more of a spiritual and thought man who is part of the resistance, and is in love with a gay woman whose life is based on (a little)Patti Hearst from Planet Earth, and he is a coward who commits accidental murder, and accuses two others, they are living in a world like (1984) and live on 'milk'...the currency is milk...the men in control are Nazis, so the resistance cries the Communist voice...

Ava-shanti feeling fine...wine men cry!!


The Avrak: The Avrak speak a form of Arabic, they worship Jesus and Mohammed, they write the love of Muhammad and the Holy Light, the music also is arabic chants...they have been invaded by the Amorelian army (I can see the troops outside my window, and it looks so much like Iraq)...they know Muhammed from an intergalactic trip of Louis'...

Allah is one..."we end war"...The Amorelian want trip, we want floor...(that means)...they took a drug and they died, heaven flied, let them go low...lift Avrak a level, give cry, back to wine!!! 98th level, 100 more, intellect, light, 3000 books on The 'MonCom'...which means??...'death is HIS'...'we are in death'...


GOD men said what do the people of this planet want? That led to the Neon bible, the Amorelian tribal split, and eventually the end of the war...

Will write more of this later when I can think better....years may be wrong, a little confusing...

The War...(with extracts from a jewish girl; in brackets)

Deftones-My Own Summer-

The sun is dead, that is Gods. The moon says no, she's taken Pappy and it's time to scream and woe.

Two days and we're dead. The Wolf took Mable. It said 'Valhalla!'; which means; 'Hail Hell!' She turned the wolf into a dog and took it home.

Look at my dog. It's warm to touch and round, circle for fingers. Kiss the mooch, the belly button is mooch. It touches thorns and wears barbed wire. Amy said:
'What do you want?'

Everything; and mostly; touch.

She can bite through my intestines and taste mud. My toilet hovers over monsters of the sea. I make wee, into sea.

The moon looked God, but I sense red vein, and want. She wants a man, tadarata day. The sun would never say gay, but we read. We read, YOU'LL BE WELL.

I'm blind.

If she looked at me, vant or no vant, how could I tell?

I hear a multitude of female voices and they say all the same. Get a different line. I'm wearing helmets that they spiked, I hear femme, I'm delirious.

Salt men seeking wemb.

Crumpled.

Not ready for sex.

"Do what you want and be haste."

I've burnt beds. Paps voice wont leave, and I want him to disintegrate, he's in my bed!! What is red? What is blue? Colour has a smell and taste, and touch. Blue is weak wine, soft, blessed water, and petunia petals. It soothes. Gold is metallic, high! It shoots eyes like coins. It sings, it sparkles. Red feels hot. It crackles against the face like eyelashes, it makes me weak.

Midas touch. Love turns liars into gold, as well, to make them well; touch them gold.

(What were you supposed to be in God? You were supposed to hog.)

Nice. Nice touch on my waist, but I'm blind. Who is this?

Sun made men blind, moon touched a little in their mind, soothing, like wine.

Fur line, kiss fine.

"I'm Jess!"

"I'm Jesus? No! I'm Jess?! Shock! Yes!"

Bitten cold lips turn purple to blue, and white, which is kissed.

Girls said; Go..."Louis! You were too filous!" Filous means Heroin, 'Petit Filous'...

"Christ! I have blue eyes!"

Wars were made in beds. Wars made beds, beds are grey tombs. Beds are best. Everything that is God and everything foul happens too much in my bed. And the covers are off and the plastic is wet, and the stains are bloods, and the stains prick clean heads, and the vomit is much, and the vomit on mutts and the dogs are much, the devil dogs are pricking gods, and God wants burns burnt, and the sheets chafe, and the duvets stink and I dont want another bed, and the kiss feels nice, thank you very much, but the bed is full of lice and, no, I'm blind and I don't want men and I can't see wemb.

"Pool said you're pee."

"Bastard!"

I said; "Who is my true love. If she has a sacred name tell me her other name first."

They said; Her other name was:

"Gob."

I'm not quite ready to go into tears, 'Cos', said; "Kunst Fellen/..."(cannot feel/fuhlen)(Art/district of Bavaria) (??) (Baby Art 'Shalom' birthed by Mummy 53 has moved to a place in Bavaria, and he says God: 'Daddy is Him').

"So I cry everyone away from me." And I say; "We have the same name."

"Do you want to God?" Well, I hear this daily and I think it's a funny question for someone who is blind and locked up in a mental hospital.

"God means bring men seens!"

"I dont want men to see me!"

Lately with girls I've made a smell, and left them for myself. I have belly trouble you see and it's covered in strange kisses. For the last two pages, soft little kisses. She's dark haired, perhaps, or a too sweet keen guy. And the prick...

"Burn him in the fire, burn him in the fire!! Burn, burn!"

I hear a woman gasp so tiny, it's a hiccup: "NO!"

The second one vants the first, so I'll skip, and imagine they all want each other and they'll start all making from the vanting and I'll huddle off wanting a smoke, and vonts and vonts, and these kisses are lower, I'm hungry, so I'll smoke, so go. Jess? The moon says: "Jess!"

"What is happening?"

"Louis! I can see an Irish girl in your bed!"

"Well, where is the happening? And vhat about the smell? I say; "You haven't done this before, so, STOP!"

(I wanted to know a girl, I heard her in the moonlight. She; " No vant"...White women have slapped me. They said Pig, that I was a juicy girl in the dead, 'fuck dead' I want to die...)

Yes, and she looks at Irish girls. I told the germans I was Irish and they said;

"Jews fuck you!"

(I wanted to know why she was, no vant, she said; "Because Louis lies." He said; Vant..."I want her I am skies," is Louis lies? He gave 'Ami' bad bed, I looked, it was little bed, but bad bed, because he jumped...he said Christ; "I will love you for life!", but he was dead, I saw the bed, dead bed, he looked and began to cry..., she said; "Look at my bed!" and Louis saw, and he cried and said "Oh God! The Nazi's have raped!", and Ami said dead, "He can't see!! He can't see they hurt me!!" so I look at this silly Louis and say, they no vant...We are dead. The germans said, I'm bed...)

I remember and I am dead, I can only hear a girl's voice and see a girl when I squint, and I think she is bed, but I can't see anything else, and I am in a concentration camp, I can only hear her...

The germans say; What do the germans say??? BITCH, YOU'RE DEAD!!

Louis says in German, Hail Viter, Hail Light....We are in the nacht...

(He says he loves God, that he will burn in the sun because he was brought to damned...that demons took out his eyes...then he took 'Amaru' to bed, I watch, He is gentle touch...He says I love you...He is light, He killed a german, the german pud a dilly in hid mouth, he went red, he killed the german with a magical knife, "Who is your King, Bitch??" "He produce the knife, he wants dead, he pud in de bad man body, and he die..." "Do you want to die?!! Bitch!!" "I no vant to die..." he looks insane, he kept hitting the knife, he says the german will burn, I see fiery light...He says hates the german! He will bring the germans Night!)

The Nazi's find the dead body...They start to bark: "Who hast killed Zis Mun??!!!" She talks, all the time, she talks, she says: "The King." "Vhere ist ze knife???!!" I imagine their heads are spinning around while they are spitting everywhere...They can't find a knife...

They say sweats, I'm weeps, I weep that they want Pappy because he is the handsome one, and I am pale, and flabby with a black mono-brow and a stupid tiny freckly cut off nose. I attempt thoughts of Pappy murder:

"Pappy", because he is larva wrapped in blankets;

"An idiot of a Rabbi. I am the best. He wants me and girls in bed. I am more God. I am mitvos, one hundred mitvos in a day compared to two sins...Yes, he works for the family but there is something of a devil in him worse than the Heathen. I know all my girlfriends want him, and I will kill him myself." If they call him, Pappy, they call him Pappy...

A german girl bought me a brown wool coat. Well.

I'm drunk.

"I spanzer zoun like nippon pong!! Ha ru kick!" And I jump on the table, and I dance with invisible swords, because I've practised high kicking and turning my head for a few years now. The women giggle because they can hear "You are silly!", I tap dance on the table: "I am Juden De Mac!!" the men groan, just for now, they groan, because I've prayed, perhaps a sin to pray for myself, and I've made it to Untersharfuhrer. I know I can't stay. Too many punches for hailing "Viter!" instead of Hitler. I shot everyone in my commmand, 39 men, I don't know if I got away with it or not....My hand is the touch of death, I touch starving jews, as they sleep, and I hear the Heavenly door open, I can hear them up there, they are playing on the beach...

(Ami purrs, she says : "No! The bed was Gods! but he was stupid, because he says he can shoot them dead, and I look at him and I vant, but I'm hurt, he said they hurt, and he was gods, I said dook, he said I dook, he says, I kill them, I fell them, but he wont look, he is special, he said they took, I said Louis, I look, I want took, you took." "Ami, God will be dead, we can't talk becud, he want, he want dead, if we tell the effals he is king, he will die, they will die a king..." And they wept)

I'm drunk in a gestapo club, because I am special...there is a woman, she says, I'm special:

"THE ENGLAND ARE COMING!!!"

I held his head, little father's, as he bled on the floor, the nazi's had beaten him and wandered off to call in the dogs, and I kissed him, on the forehead; with two enamel lightening marks on my sleeve that had turned black and dark green. And I said:

"I love you forever."

And I look at my sleeve again and it's turned blue and gold.

There is a fear, and it's dead. The Allies are coming and they can see.

They see me.

Why We Cry!!

-----Letter to Eva Braun--

Polly, said: Louis, I'm at the toll, I'm going through the tunnel, I've been in a car crash, 'you're dead, dead!', I'm singing her a tune, Out in the Black by Imaad Wasif because I can't believe she's dying, but, I'm mourning her, 'My legs are stuck! It hurts, Louis! Stop singing!!' 'You're dead, dead!' 'Please stop singing!!...

She said, when she came back as a ghost, 'Don't ever let me hear you die...'

Chasing Pavements-Adele

And Mary Jane says, a year ago in Rehab,' Please tell Polly you love her!!' And she is in tears...

That night, the night she died... I'm wailing crying and throwing blankets and baby's toys around...I'm trying to speak to Jesus, but the damn men have 'kyed' my mind, and I'm delirious...An image of a cartoon big head shoots me square between the eyes...I get into the lower bunkbed, crying...

And then again. I think baby's dead...

It's last night...I fly to her bed, screaming and say 'wake up!!' Because I can hear her worrying in her sleep and I remember what she looked like that morning she went to school, pale and tired...I call Akel, Akel lays beside her, her long hair flowing, and I love her...and she touches baby's forehead...She says: 'Little girl, are you OK?? Louis said you are dead...I vont make you dead, I love you, I can hear Louis crying in bed...Vhat happened??' Bambta, says: 'I'm dead...'

I'm hysterical...She was in Hell, She was in Hell...!!!!!

I call Garbo: Please bring my family into Heaven...

Don't see my nightmares....Ja...Please bring Bambta into Heben...Unt Louis...

I bought her: Diamond necklace, Sapphire chunky bracelets, Stone Doves on a balcony...Unt Vater, unt Mum...Unt there is Grandad...

Unt Adam...I cry every day...Unt Bampta, is Baby OK?? She's not OK!!! she's not OK!!...Akel prays for her, she talks to her everyday...We are told to cry because we are both, 'too God'...Why?...That means we turn to love, and we pray...Polly is still in the car...Louis, the two men that crashed into me heard 'too TV'...

I hear what happened to Polly, time and time again...the tunnel, the toll, When she knocked on my door as a ghost; 'I'm magic too!!'

Louis, I'm going through the toll..My eyes are black and purple from so much crying, I hear a witch I think is God: 'parallel universe', Polly DID die...MY WIFE IS DEAD, DEAD!!!! BABY IS DEAD, MY FAMILY IS DEAD, JEWS...I HATE YOU, BECAUSE YOU NEVER HEAR WE'RE DEAD, JEWS I LOVE YOU!! I HATE ME BECAUSE I MAKE YOU DEAD!! WHY DO WE HAVE TO PRAY ALL THE TIME!???!!

Maman 'Damen' was an Auschwitz survivor, I saw her on TV when I was a kid, and said 'you are beautiful, i love you', she has been crying for a week in her armchair, I see her face turning white like mine, through the window, and all our tears make seas, and Akel can see the beginning of the world, she can see me take god's people's tears, and the ancient pre-dinosaur red mountains, filled with water are the valleys, and we can see ice peaks, and Damnen says, yes she is married and her hubby is lying on the floor crying too...'Damen, look what they did, Damen, PLEASE HELP, I'M NAY IN GODS!!! PLease, I vont a cuddle, I want to lay in your breasts because I feel safe... I just need a cuddle!!...I lay in my bed leaning in her arms...She is sobbing, so much, it's one week later, which equals years in Heaven, and she is still on the armchair...I say, please bring my family into Heben, I have nightmares!!! DEAD!!!

She says, 'We're crying because, white men are nein, they say; You are 'Les', they kill you all the time, we are Nein!!! I wanted God to bring His!! We are in death!!'

I love Akel, I dream't she had died too...

Yesterday, I made Damen a dress, I said, 'When I was a baby, I designed a dress for God, it was a long silk dress that changed red to orange and yellow, and shone a sunset...then...'

Unt a viter dead...'I made another one , midnight blue, which shone the moon and stars...'

I send the moonlight dress to her, it's long and made of silk, with a large black bow tied at the back...'take two tickets to a ball...'

Greta??? Bring bambta in, and there is grandvater...Unt little Adam...

White women keep calling me for sex, I think they are succubus and they scream on top of my groin, 'Adam!! Adam!!!' And I keep thinking that they want to hurt my baby...

Little, little Adam is baby Frank, and I think Mummy screams when I tell her what they do...I say My name is not Adam, and I worry they hurt my baby...I listenened to 'too god' in the wind, and they said,

You are Louis, Amidah, David...

Vhen do you vant to go to the vartarrkk???

serj tankian-elect the dead

The Mohammadin Girls

I met girls in a Halal chip shop yesterday, they said; "Come to Mosque!!"

I say; 'Can I disguise as a boy??' They giggle; 'You are a boy!'!...I say 'No!'...

I say: Aisha, Have I always looked like this?? She says; You looked like a boy but you were a girl, and I met you in Medina, and said; 'Girl, give me God'...and you laughed and said; YES!...

I say, I am Muhammad!!, they say, 'Don't be silly! How can you be Muhammad?!!'...I think, didn't they see my face change?, when I looked at a couple, the woman heavily hidden by her burkha with just her eyes showing, and the waiter calling me a Jewish gay-boy, and my face changed as she looked, and I grrled and purred and rubbed my head on the table, and suddenly my face changed, and I grew a beard, and my beard and my hair shone the brightest gold; And they heard;

I AM MUSLIM KING, I AM THE KING OF THE AFTERLIFE...and an American guy was in my head, saying; 'Oooh, sexy harems!! Do you want these women ?!!' but I don't hear him and I'm thinking, why do I want to dive on these women in burkhas? this never happens, I have respect, I love them, I say Hallo!! And then I turn away...and anyway, the girls then say:

'Aisha?? Are you allowed to sigh her name???' And I say I LOVE HER...and I say, I do want to be a boy...And they say 'Then you will have to walk into the Mosque alone, as girls will leave to sit on the right, and you will have to go left, and remember to greet every man with Salaam, and to bow...', I say; 'Yes, I know, I do that in the street', and then I take out a pad, a copy of the English translation of the Koran which I don't like, and a copy of the Bible, and begin to do some homework..they are still speaking to me, they've flown to me...and now I am in my bedroom, and I can see their two hands waving in front of me, but I stop listening, and think, I can cry, if I don't cry because I am shy, I can cry in 'hidden' , that means I can vibe other men, Imams and so on...I can hide my voice in Ummah, and I begin one call...to cry love, and I say Aisha contact 'Uncle Ummah', and I'm tapping my book, like Morse coding, drumming, speaking about LOVE in English/Arabic, and I hear a man talk over me and translating, and he misquotes me to the pig, and they hear him too, and they are in tears...

So, something more than, Jihad, which I believe is a fight over souls, the believers to cry evil dead...A Fight between Angels and Demons....and I think, I can write down what I learn in Heaven, perhaps I can improve my Arabic...And the girls say: 'Yes, we need talk!!! Now!!'...

And then, I hear from a girl; 'Will you look to the right???'... 'Why???'...

'Because I want you to see me...'

It is not you they reject!!...Yes, They reject Me! Because I am King!!

Bedhopping

I fell asleep on my bed, a few minutes after I had flown to hers. I never thought to sleep with her, but cuddle her in bed, I'm not at all sure about this, but I climbed in and whispering and groaning forgiveness, said:

'Huh, mmmm...Madame, I know you don't want me for bed.' And I fell immediately asleep.

She delved into my high, my shirt had awoken coated in love, like gleamy, glistening, spidery sugar substance, moistened by sleep's sweat, her hand on my waist, sticking to my shirt. I was stuck somewhere in space, in periphery hotel. My dream was like white sermons, she kissed my tanned face, with Jewish;

'Wake up, I d'ove you!' She said 'd'ove' like Hebrew. She held my waist while I lay in a partitioned doorway, like a lay that sees everything and relates nothing, like, looking at us, both, we know Heaven, though where it is, is only in the luck of being heard dying...there are two, awakening a third, then there is one watcher above the one sleeping, a little above the one weeping, and the one sleeping can hear from above; the one speaking, and tickling, so there are four couples, or two awaiting the couple trying to wake up, a door, and a series of stairs, winking and blinking, opening the eyes, little sheets of paper, flicking and flipping, opening to white light, gaps of white light, dark, then low, then quick, then light...

This Heaven, was well, I tugged at her pyjamas;

'Want sleep,
Give sleep,
Love sleep.'

The air became us! Because there was no air, it contained us! We made, the heat, and the sleep, and there were no other spaces, only closeness. Like fondles, made bed. She felt the halo, disappear, flash, flash and shine in a kind high, I snored and mumbled while she felt me. The halo covered us, she me and I choked! She said;

'This vas Gods!'

I am awake, and still asleep, I'm watching her in sleep, I secretly smile, I say;

'Yes, I love this!' She brushed her chin over the side of my freckly face, stamped flat a few inches above her, sweltering in loose, uncovered wool white duvet, gleaming droplets over my brows, and sticky, tiny, slither lines of stamped on wrinkles, around my eyes. And she said;

'I vont you.'

Beckoning arousal. I slept on. She tied sheets around my head;

'You are dead!'

Kissed me, touched me, the weltering spittle on my chin making pools on my pillow. She said handsome Him;

'I vont you bed.'

Quieter, quieter, higher, higher, thin hips softly jumping, she wiggled beneath my waist, her thin hips jumping ...I mumbled and tumbled onto her mattress. She said;

'You are my bed.'

I woke up once, my darker grey eyes, catching in the silver shine of her lightest blue star-made, diamond blue, 'Holy sex!' mine eyes, circled with 'thou art death, thou art life' Asian kohl shadows...This is her darkness! The darkness that is Holy! This is my shelves, sheets, the light! A surprise! I woke up, and our eyes clashed with high light! We looked at each other and we locked, like shining swords, and we created stars, in our little home, the little space of her bed, the wealth of royal blue, between our bodies, between our faces, that waved pillows of emerging white feathers in the air, the whole atmosphere, floating and created by us, beneath our heads, blankets of dark cotton spices, mixed with soft suede, the little tufts of twisted cotton, made the same white stars, and we have us, the whole universe, fashioned from eyes, closed eyes, twinkling eyelids that become music...

Her dark eyelashes flowered and glistened over my skin, taunting my neck which sang;

'Oh Allah, in this thou have Life!'

Jewish men call sleep/death...

'Oh Holiest Love! In this thou have death!'

I purred; 'Give; Lurvvve...' She ran a finger over my curved brow and whispered;

'God eyes! I vant...vant....' I growled soft; 'Now.' She kissed my lower lip. I slept again. 'Do you vant...?'

'Mmmmm...,' I snored loud....'GROKK!' I growled; '....Vant.....mmmm.'

And I stayed sleeping til morning...

Hos 2:20] I will even betroth thee unto me in faithfulness: and thou shalt know the LORD.

A Perfect Circle-Thirteenth Step-

Louis And Michal!

We were locked up for years...I thought we had been hanged...I was so in woe...we had a baby in the cells; that was taken from her and killed...

Yesterday I cried a prayer of Light...everyone in ancient Israel turned white, the King Saul died...We were let out on the 98th...we started Yeshiva...we left Judea, we walked the deserts...We cried;

We are Yahwah!! And we are life!! The King has died!! We love this country!! We are in love!!

We talked to the palace...and the palace said; Sheols...Firstly...They said; We let thee go...Give Bathshua, bed...because; We want your King to be home...Bathshua said dead; Louis, you will make me dead, The King was no; He gave bad bed, I don't want bad bed...

I said; No...we'll nay have bed...The house thundered DEAD, every beezelmen was crying; GIVE HIM NO!!! The palace said; We'll kill you dead, because the light went froul (foul??) Why? Because black men were also crying never die...because the light was jesus and jesus was dead!! They heard modern men and women cry KILL HER and They were flee us...

And we fled...And we cried Messiah...

I will inspect your head! My little town...and my guys from heaven!!

So...a woman said; 'Let me read your mind!!'

And she said; 'You want to love, a woman and give her what you can...you like May women!! You like women who are life!! Oh God! You are holler in bed!! You say I vant, I vant...'

I sed; Cos I am drunk; I remember you I remember 1979...don't say you said!

'YES! YES!'

'Then you lie to me in bed...you let things say gay bed...'

'Oh God! You are so holy golds!!'

Oh!! They say; it's sad! Sad!

' Give me little bed!!!'

'You can wiggle my nose, c'mon, don't say lied!'

My ear; you are a silly bitch, you have gay itch...

My nose; Big holla...You go to me in bed...dead!

Dead! Dead!

My cousin ghouls me, He calls men that say, I'm wiggling my balls, he calls Infidels...my finger flicks my nose, in a greek/emelbert insult: GET TO BED!!!

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I got pissed with Ms. American Madonna, I sed;

Dear Lady I am about to walk into a BNP constituted newsagents, please to be stealthy...She hollered, (Ach! Vhen vas it ever holy to holla??!!);

'THESE PEOPLE ARE SHITLER!!??' And they all hear and a little girl starts whining to mummy and so I say; 'I'll take you home!! Tonight!!'

Nay, madame, please to call them 'Tatler'...Spasspeakin, to be entering a heavenly door...in the spreckinzeh (sh, now) 'high living/high art manner...

'Man! YOU guys spez!! SHITLER!! SHITLER!!!' And the lady doth persist until we all fall asleep at 1:00 am, and I wander drunkenly around dockers es the like, and slur, as I point to a crying family;

'Ah!! These are the tatlers...and erh...these two are hell...'

And Wills Burroughs is following me with some of the guys, and yes, feeling not a little guilty that I persisted in crying he was a gay man with demons blood, I throw him around on the floor, and boot him in front of a bus...then my three friends and I bump into Kurt Cobain, and Kurt hears some real bad vibes of the yellow colour (colour of the senses, kabbalah) that egrete from my friend's boyfriend, and he is yay shocked..."Man! Why does that bastard have to tonk her??!!" And Bill says; "I want you to know, I'm writing Jesus!!" (I love Place of Dead Roads, I'm Kim, he calls me, I'm still just a kid playing football....)

And I'm their new bass player!! And some Jewish peacenik guys follow us down the road, and an old couple is stumped!!

'I can see Jewish girls bringing us to GOD!!' And the girls say 'Hi guys!! Is this town stealth?? She keeps saying be careful!!' (I'm actually telling Bill to be careful as I throw him into a bin)

And the old guy replies; "OH MY GOD!! THAT JEWISH WOMAN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN!!" But I hear;

"You're queer!!"

'Well...no... it's Goth!!'

And then things get shitty, because I am suddenly very high and have invited every house I've gone past to God, and I blame Bill for giving me drugs, because I'm so high and imagine I'm seeing needles fly into my body, and Andy's naff idea of wearing hideous, 'Gothic' red leather trousers based on a very early spiky conker...and there are infidels flying over us, all over the sky, and I call the kotel, which gets treacherous, because they are crying guys die and I've jacked up Hebrew prayer to;

FALL DOWN THE SKY!!

And I read A Christian Artbook, with ancient pictures, I find one with swastikas!! on the walls...and another picture of a pillar, with flowery patterns, that cry: we were death, and a tree in flames, that says 'we will burn the men that grow the tree of life, we deny you life!!' and a beautiful one of Christ Jesus, with watercolour lumps beneath his feet that look like fishes, as I send off fishes when I am calling to define what colour senses in men's love/opinions we can cry!!! And by this time the Kotel is heaving, men are running, and crying we are in the Armageddon, though to be truthful that's all passed by earthmen...

And I'm hearing a girl pretend she is the Holy Virgin, crying; 'I ever loved you to be black!!' And Mohammad crying and crying because we're all dead, and because I've cried the Infidel are in Heaven...

And then Mac, arriving, and once again, it's (to myself);

Louis!! Look at the floor!! Don't look at her!! And teasing her drive home with a rendition of;

DIAMONDS ARE A GIRLS BEST FRIEND; and I'm certain she is singing along...and the Kotel's rhythm is getting quicker, and above! what she said;

AND;

I'M DEAD...and the Kotel's salvaged, and;

WE HAVE HOLY LIFE...she said;

'Tonight...you'll be a little cat.'

Secrets Of The Torah (alien edition??) Barak Eshat

There is a secret passage in the Torah that says...;

Redeem!! I am Hes, I feel failure, I feel the death of Hes, call Chal men, call God, I am here and I am dying in God, the demon were here, they bring fear, my town is dear, who will free my town??? They replied; the town is here, we are praying daily, have no fear...they are calling the Jew...every man you love were Jew (AND THEY WROTE)

'He were in concentration, that meant halama (holy dead) emag...he was in thought, he was blind to thought, (a man in the concentration camp said; "You big, lumbering fellow! You trod on my foot!!" Or, "Halama!! We're all dead!!!!"’)

Halama is Polish for (big, lumbering fool) to Aliens; Holy dead
‘Kalama is 'The torch, the light, the lamp'

Bring me Kalama emog...(light to her)

'They said; We cry Kalama, we cry!! Everyone he met in 'there' was dead...but He said they were the Light...

He said...'I am the damned dead...I will let you feel...I will let you die and enter Heaven...Halami bequeath me; Heavenly dead...Go me to Christ, the demons are brought forth, bring forth to me here; Heavenly Love...

(A woman in the camp said 'Little German boy? Will they let you go??'

and another said; 'Don't look down!!')

I said, 'Let me look down, I am scared of looking up because I will burn in the sun!!

(and was written:)

Because I am the death of Christ, I have suffered eternal damnation, I cry Christ...Every man cried he had suffered, and Heaven brought lights...He held the lights...'I doth hold in my Heavenly hand, the light of an Angels love...the angels cry I'm sin...I am Him...'

(I said to the Angel in the sky; I need to eat, I haven't eaten for days, The devil said, You will never have food again if you eat near me', I thoughtI was hearing the Angel..)

Barak: blessing (hebrew)
Eshat; small (Indian) or

Baalate Eshat Ov, A medium or sometimes means specifically a ghost or spirit ...

for P(eshat), or "plain sense";

Secrets Of The Torah, part 2 (ALIENS)

There is another two books that are hidden;

Barak Eshat, followed on from Barak Egod.."I Create God." This book is of Jesus; It says;

Bring me love, I have a lover, He is Jesus...When He died I was comforter, when He died, He shouted CRY MY WIFE MARY!!! CRY HIM!!...I said; 'Nay, every wife of mine hath died, they are in Hell, you are dead, begin life!!'...'I'm crying my wife too!!'

Barak Egod is a sentiment of Jesus, it says We are God, We are Lord Jesus...'How will Mary cope?' She has seen you die, and she is delirious, she says; 'Bring me the wine, I am Jesus, let me drink and feel Jesus, every man cometh unto me, cry you love Jesus, I said; 'I love His soul!' I said 'Let me go!' I made Heavens, and I made steeples, I heard his wife and she cried 'Alier' to Life, she made Artmen (Artists) cry Life, she went into soul, and they painted her, she went into woe, and they berated her, they never let her go, and they were; let her go...she painted stars in the sky, and she made animals and 'hilden' and named them of the planet Jesus, she cries Holy Jesus, she saw Him and was made unwell, she fell, and she prayed and she were tell...

The book that was lost and hidden, that was given to men in the 1960's...It said;

Are you Jesus? Because we are soul men...It was the book of the dead, Barak Esheolis, (Yay, It was written by the aliens on planet Jesus, the Raeffi tribe wrote it down, and the other tribe The Amorelians found the book and they wanted to cry Jesus, and blackmen were told and they were delirious and they gated Hell, and the Raeffi's cried Jesus, and the book was cried and the book was killed, and they got life, because they heard Heavens and studied Jewish) It said;

That I was delirious in Jesus, that I was Holy Sex, that I was 'cod' (See Him) That I called God, and had men damned, that I was too floor Jesus, 'because He was bed'...that drugs made me delirious, that I made girls 'stol' (yiddish for chair? which mean't too dead, or as I'm hearing, Secular) That; Heavenly bed was dead, that men had come to thee and killed you dead...

That; 'The fight against the devils is His, we are Jewish His, become One...Him'

The book that came after these two is the story of a Holy War against the Devil, in which it actually came through into Heavens Gates and killed an entire holy lower level; It is called, The Fight For God...' In this book, Louis cries ' I am Jehoshaphat!!' (in the smoking room of a mental ward overlooking a basketball court and an eye into Heaven) and she cries in the Angels to fight...

And said, 0 Lord, God of our fathers, are You not God in heaven? And do You not rule over all the kingdoms of the nations? In Your hand are power and might, so that none is able to withstand You.

2 CHRONICLES 20:6

Louis looked at the Devil and it killed him, He said; 'Holy Father, the demon hath killed me dead', He bled, the demon ate the blood, it fed on him til we were dead, I heard him and cried the Lord, I said; 'Please stand by me, and I will cry the men...' He said nay men, 'I am heavy in death and I am wed, leave my wife to bed...' He lay in bed, with his fair lady, and he cried, 'They hath killed thee!' And they were to no man, wed...and so they said, 'Hear me!' and every man cried Heavenly, they said, 'Thou doth want her, bed...' And he were crier in bed, and we said; 'Look at your bed!' and we led him to wed and we cried him in bed...

The devil entered Heaven, and the Angels fought, and Louis cried more than 'We are yay in the Devil!' ...
...He... CRIED 'I AM HOLY LORD, AND I AM HEAVEN GOD, I AM YAHWEH, THE FIGHT WILL BE GOD, WE ARE HEAVEN LOST, JESUS!! BESEECH ME, LOOK DOWN UPON HEAVEN AND HAVE THESE SOULS DELIVERED!!!' And he cried woe, and he cried a sword, but he was still down below, and Heaven never let go, and he turned it to a rock, and he pounded the rock, and it ran full of blood, and every man who went near it turned queer, and they were warned to leave it, and they did not...and Louis cried...'I am so pathetic, no one can hear me!! They will all die!!' And the Angels looked down and wailed and cried! And he yay remained calm, and he touched his Jesus hand, and said to the Holy Mother;

'Hath it died??'...'Yay! It hath died!'...

And he heard... 'You are King!!'

And every day he cries in bed, and says, we are dead...

(Again I hear; 'YOU ARE KING!!')

Confusion; David...

I kept believing Saul was David, and so these blogs are a little confusing, search 'David' for the whole story and you will see I mean Saul...