Why?, they screamed and could not understand anything. The man on the street, morphin addicted to him, .. Needed money. The poor little cunts could not understand anything, even when totally manifested. Yhea, day and night, they actually saw in plain sight him starving and without shelter half of the month. ‘let me be plane with you’ was the sentence ‘I want you to be totally satisfying to me’ ‘she does not know how to take care of a beby’ I was thinking , as she reached down and took my hardon forth out of my sexy underwear. Most had been stolen at the concentration camp, as a plot had been made against me for being satisfying to the women.. Suddenly I saw large flocks of nigger laughing males coming towards me in a sinister pace. Determined it seemed like. In last second I threw myself into the right room and the gendarme solemnly, with a little whistle on his lips, closed it, knowing in his mind I had ‘made it’ ‘made it’ meant out of reach of their dirty hands.. At least for the night actually.. Their dirty hands whom had prepared room twenty eight for me to be group raped. Next day they were heckling , . ‘this is not your room.. this is the SICK room.. ‘ I saw on full display the extreme evil scheming of the dominion of psychopathy they were making. And here, there were no limits whatsoever. The black bags coming. Standing threatingly. ‘disposed of as ‘not good enough’ was the sentence. The shrill voice ‘is that a woman’ you were supposed to ask yourself, after being group raped to the breaking point.
And then, being hard fucked until you could not walk , put in ‘the SICK room’ where now finally morning light was seen approaching. Two black cloths I could see hanging on the upper balestry. It meant death for me. After ‘some activity’ they were hoping. ‘is that a woman’ you were supposed to ask yourself, when lying in sick room where I now had spent the night. Waiting for the morning light to appear with absolute clear. I had fallen asleep some. In my dreams deep heavy light recreative. The whole landscape scene seen from above by the guardian angel, and a sign of Al Rahgfour (Al Ghaffar) in red white stripes floating behind. The angel whom had appeared with his companion last time red, remniscient of the mould of human recreativity, now was in blue instead.
Space ship from time into space. But now the guardian angel worried and not exactly knowing what to do was coming down, and I did not see him land. Since three high walls of the concentration camp were in every possible way , both vertical and horizontal, hiding where I was and whom I was going to, as the black car with black windows were hiding me. I had been arrested at the airport suddenly, for ‘not having a ticket’. I was supposed to travel either with the princess to my palace awaiting me, with Ulrika and Ebba, whom previously had married me. Alternatively my lawyer one was supposed to take me to Russia.
The lines of Tokyo were running through my head: ‘Is there some part of the enemy that still is hidden .. That is your only choice , otherwise we explode the planet.. Blood splashed against a palace wall, if not enough .. more .. Seven million young to the front, if not enough more .. blood splashed against a palace wall..’
I suddenly saw a vision of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and thought about the black magic implemented when you screwed off two points in reality instantly. How evil history had been and about Bruno K Öijer and the poem he had written ‘hey Angle’ which I now was owning. ‘An angel of an angle’ I thought as I viewed the plane. I had stolen the poem in a better manner, at least I regarded it so myself, than Jean Genet, whom used to feed on stealing expensive books in expensive book shops.. ‘I shall come like a robber in the night..’ Jesus Christ said in the gospels.. I now owned the original.. ‘if you are supposed to change something, you have to have the originals’ Cities of the red night stated.
’jag kan inte höra den landa, nere på East Housetonstreet’
’blåser ut några gram aska genom fönstret.. kan inte höra den landa.. hey angle.. yeeesss boss what an angle.. ’ ’I got sort of this gimmic.. I am a holy man as of fucking right now..’ ‘kan inte höra den landa..’ You were supposed to get poisoned in the sick room. Anti morphin seemed to be the usual prescription. I looked out over the empty plane, all steel doors closed. Nobody. Nothing. And that shrill women’s voice. ‘Ok I let you come to the transvestite’ , the nigger thought, displaying his monky like psychopath grin.
While displaying for you the allegory of women. Two black magicians.. two Hiroshima and Nagasaki.. Two princessed jealousy.. The whole thing was coming up to me as visions.. ‘the lucky number of Seido in Meet me in Kartago..’ I now owned that book two.. I clicked it in on my angel libido seven times seven original back.. The place seemed as prepared for any attack.. Two black magicians sacrificing your body would turn out to be. And then disposed of in a black bag. Cut word lines, no glot, clom flidag.. Nobody.. Nothing moved on the plane in front of me.. It was empty..
’the murder of mozart’ stared me in the face, ’disposed of in a mass grave’ ‘supposed to become forgotten’ ‘and then..’ social credic system score implemented. Using the trauma experience control of Abdulhaqq twothousandandseventeen, to make an x in the women’s minds for total domination , as mass rape emerged all over earth, as for them not to feel anything. Was supposed to be presented as ‘just sex activity’ . World war eleven breaking out, a third version of the one and two, and brain rape re introduced. Upon that mass famine starvation. The severest mass destructive weapon ever known of. To consciously and willingly, ‘the wanton fishes’ I heard the line suddenly, withhold food from people. And then social credit system, implemented as a global dominion of psychopathy was taking place, as a race of grip. Power of Sauron implemented and everybody feeling more or less like shit. Desperation staring them in the face. And the world coagulated again in a more and more painful pace. As I saw the vision as the day break over the plane of the concentration camp I really wondered. Three pm that day they called my name. In threw on my clothes after shouting I was coming. People had arrived from Hizb Allah, Russia, Ymeen saana part, Airan and china. They had guns hidden under their clothes. My army in Turkey, belonging to my order my order ’the people of tawwasabwuff at nine o clock had been heard attacking the base. The call of adhan I could hear faintly in the distance. And gunfire and explosions. My wife sent a car to the door ‘his royal highness km’ I walked out of the camp and took a very important person taxi into town after switching with the black negro somali brother, whom I had no problem to offer it to. We switched ’as a new operation began. I had been proclaimed new leader of Turkey. Sir sultan sir Beijar Mellin. A new chapter had begun. Life. History.’