And serenely in the distance the sailing boat was seen – on the surface of the sea…
Now it shifted linguals – and the sail was no longer seen as dark, – the sun was shining down, – the sea laid calm, God was in His heaven, the snail was on the thorn – all was right with the world…
You do not see anything
Maybe you do everything
You do not see anything
Maybe you make everything
You see not anything
Maybe you create everything.. Allah is the creator of everything.
It is better to be Jack Black, than black black..
Do not hit both my eyes blackeyed..
Blåtand not you shall < – I have got an atombomb, do not try to make me like Hiroshima and Nagasaki, no thank you.. “what is in it for me.. I do not get it.. eeehhh.. literary..
I mean – what is the point, I guess to take away MY point, eeehhh.. in plural…
And the lying guy fell in love with the line – in aspects so to speak.. he dreamt about being wanted…
And the zinah guy said: ‘come and try to conquer the women’ ‘Kom då!!!!! Kom då!!!!! Bara kom då!!!! ‘
‘jag ska d-d-d- döda dig.. ’
He really meant ’dhar dhar dog dog..’ ‘muslims are not dogs I said..’
And me says: ‘duelling is forbidden in Islam.. AND bullfighting’ then he died.
It was not the man who died..
Just an imitator of women, a person imitator.. it was important to cut al qafirin throat, since that qafirin did not really exist.. unless we did that, it was like the whole of humanity died.. which it actually did.. An imitator, I said, clearifying, that is an epigon, a monkey, in the trees chattering.. chattering my dreams that is.. but me I was not like William Butler Yeats, since I had no butler.. I had halal money.. so I did not look up at the skyscrapers in the literar metaphorical sense.. it could happen I saw them, but then I was like the zen master, which could see, but did not see, though equipped with faculty of seeing.. and did not hear, though equipped with the faculty of hearing.. ‘I love to hear the adhan..’ me says, ‘the qafirin have a coffee, that is their break.. black as the pit, from pole to pole.. but I love hearing the adhan..’
‘where is the money?’ I said, “I am not a power guy.. Allahu ak bahr..’
Min bror kom för att testa om jag själv gjorde yihadd för Allahs skull, eller bara beordrade andra – höll på att äta smält choklad med händerna – och han gjorde mig genast uppmärksam på att jag lyssnade på låg budget Toivo liknande musik ”jag vet..” sa jag ”jag är misqin” – rodnande likt en 10 tjej torkade jag av fingrarna noggrant innan jag räckte honom kardan.. ”det är inte honung.. ” sa jag, ”när man drömmer..” ”om bajs sägs det att pengar ramlar ned från en skyskrapa, du vet Bellman stod och en skit föll ned i hans huvud, ’allt gott kommer från himlen Al Hamdu lillahi’ utropade Bellman.. egentligen var det bara Bovman som passerat i ett flygplan på väg till en spelning..
