And that was the third time a ‘55’ screenshot just slipped over to ‘56’ just as I was about to take it, like unto Tokusan blowing out the candle just as his brother was about to take it, when he handed it over to him. It was not true, that I had new friends; Ropstad sang wrong; we were brothers in Islam, met for Allah’s sake, parted for Allah’s sake and gathered for congressional prayer for Allah’s sake only. Rasulallah had taught us that the key to happiness was to only think about your own sins the busy bee had no time for sorrows you see, and we had to with all our might try to resist the temptation to try to look behind phenomena. I laughed with Torsten ‘you are made for women you see’ he had told me, well deduction now could tell us that Tellus were inhabited by devils that were possessed by Hawwa’s beauty. And that was why they wanted to kill me. I could not say like Torsten ‘well, then just shoot me now then’ like he had told the bullies already when he was 12 years old in the school toilet as they came there to push his head down in the toilet flush.. ‘to see a gay mother fucker like you!’ ‘but think of me!’ Torsten had said, ‘I have to look myself in the mirror everyday’ Torsten always laughed at this point in the story for the rest of the story ‘then the leader of the gang said something so stupid the rest of the gang laughed.. since that day he was one of my best friends..’ ‘vendetta, turn this and you might find a friend’..
Well.. could not so to repeat speak like torsten, since then they would torture death me, I could just say ‘fitna is worse than killing’ Torsten had posed as a homosexual you see, that was the difference the devil wolf pack had not felt threatened. The unforgiveable was to claim yourself to be master of enlightenment. Even great zen masters like Unmkon said they had no idea what zen was. And there I saw those motherfuckers speeding in their scars with their hot girls by their side whom wanted to see me in the night, although almost instead running me down as I stood there writing a poem, disappointingly turning 180 degrees and speeding back pushing the throddle like a rope around the ‘wifeys’ neck (yes, we are married to the one we really desire in our hearts,) demanding I not massage my ass despite the surrealistic exotical heat bore 32 billion mosquitos itching all over body.. Otherwise it was nice ‘Like a nice exotic climate where you can wear summer clothes all year round without freezing, I guess you can get used to anything, even fame/celebrity status’ the devil had written in The Cigarette Afterwards 2011.. well, now today it was the Wilhelm Reich minutes year 2011, and I was writing poetry.. I thought ‘ William Lee mused as he laid there in bed smoking his last cigarette, seeing the smoke billow in the roof.. with an open window towards the sea side..
Zen master Joshu had his own way of saying ‘laa ilaha il allah muhammadun rasulallah’ , like I tried to teach those wolf¨s coming and speeding demanding I should be pleasing to THEIR girls (haha); Joshu taught ‘teach by not teaching’. Well, I was here making salah 5 times a day and making subahän Allah.. As far as I could judge, the muslims were scarce to be seen nowadays even in muslim countries. Usually not a muslim in sight, just as in Yapan there had not been a single zen man in sight. It was most easily detected in their most flagrant denial of sura 107 ‘wa mima razaqanahum yunfiqun’ without that the Islam did not work. But as long as the morons followed the 5 times a day prayer they were not to be fought . So in Islamic countries I at least hade some peace. Listening to that Adhan shouted out over the roof tops as I laid at home with a blessed cold having a reason valid for not walking to the world famous mosque Agia Sopiha which I had come to make salah in 5 times a day.
‘thank God for this cold’ I said, and the pervert then started praying ‘may my victim never have a cold again so he can not keep his silence by being having a valid reason staying home using Al Qalam in writing a NEW BOOK. And may we manage to torture kill him before he puts his extreme threat into action writing his next book ‘RoseBush’ ‘ and the off spring wrinkled their nose and huffed puffed, letting out a bull snorting of impatience.
You see if the evil did not manage to 96 you see if the evil did not manage to 96 you or mawti you, then the line came true automatically ¨when we do not lose they lose’. As said the hadith tradition in fatwa gave me some peace ‘as long as they follow the congressional prayer do not fight them’ in qafirin country you got fucking exhausted having to use your light sable to strike down the moron and their shadow fleet constantly, 3000 down in the first battle of the day at least at once, and by maghrib another 5000 morons whom were just begging for it insane or rather worse actually.
Like RasulAllah said ’Islam is serving food and giving salam’. Without following that there were no Islam. The right laa ilaha il Allah had been sending Joan to Israfil in Mexico City , Willy thought as memories of his stay in Tangier flashed before his eyes. It had not been a cold blooded ACT ‘the murderer’s hand WAS WARM (WW)’ it had been enlightenment, the hand of God that had granted us the gift. Willy had been reluctant to write you see. I had told him you will become the best writer’ and so the accidental murder of his wife Joan became that trauma Jinn Juri was chewing in the murder of his father by Stalin’s Executioners , a rolling stone, satanical black mills producing color suddenly, Issa in nature sleeping while nature in Issa is pounding the rice. Do not say it was not Rahim.