A truism I suppose.. Lee mused in his old hotel room with the view over Tokyo Bay he called it for a better name.. ‘ a truth that is told with bad intent – beats all the lies you can invent..’ ‘when you recognize Maalik RECOGNIZION – you suddenly see your husband.. your husband honey which they hunted all over earth to destroy his marriages by making up 38 billion lies bullshit to no recognizion Sisyfos having to roll up the stone heavy black up the slope again – and then pushes down by an evil Princess to steal his whole life and soul and everything good good good …
Kristina said: ‘is not the lack of Murshid level of you – Yaa thee philosopher – somehow a lack of living—somehow a lack of action you make law, but when you do not seem to living inclinded – how I know that you live after the law – the law you as a philosopher profess to create.. then I know nothing about you.. and that a woman does not like – welcome to Tellus – you were living on some other planet.. you can now be in this castle in Mariefred.. you know marriage is not a peace question – it is the war of the sexes..
seemingly – the sound of her saliva was sexual and got him aroused ‘somehow’ he thought – ‘just a passing thought ‘ she then said ‘so cold room ‘ he tried to complain , once now the ruler stood in front of him – and put his hands on cross on each of his shoulders.. she stood momentary paus with something on her lip,
The most uncool thing “with Epstein Army was their agreeing with Tant Agda’s scanty “how bad that poet is – he rather be..’”
‘strapped to a bed..’
‘a BED Dr. Berger.. we will not agree to ‘bed’ white nights satin being defiled like that.. we will bomb your fucking Skyscraper, in Tell a vive where you close the door ‘have to do some work ‘ you claim, eyy???, – while sitting there in front of your dirty machine staring into the screen – ‘dicdoctorship’ automatic SCIFT ‘sic’ you try to focus the rib of Hawwa as you came – and read of the pattern in her brain – while she is supposed to lie there in bed still as a lamb and smoke off a cigarette..
The smoke coming through the wooden door gets your brain hot on coffee you have to your right ..
BAAAM
The bomb struck down and blew you BOTH to pieces..
In the meanwhile a believer shouting ‘ramadan’ ‘takbir’ recited sura 113 while looking at the impact of the bomb strucking the tower from a distance..
’And NO ONE knows in which country he might die in’
‘the might of the righty hand’
‘qadara fa hada’
‘like a murshid level but one waged in the style of a woman somehow one becomes of qadara level when it is lost – like your right ‘ Prince and Emperor said to each other as they were lying there in the cell up in the building guarded by the military..
‘have to make sure’ the prince whispered to Naruhito, ‘that these small little gekkos does not fill the cell suddenly and kills us with their disgusting feet make you feel creepy all over does not it??..’
Naruhito had arrived that same day, dressed as a beggar with a beard that he took off as soon as he saw that they were left alone..
In the day time they were mostly left alone.. The military took the small little geekos out of there, in Tenko Tenko .. suddenly there was a shoud; ‘tenko!’ and military rushed in with automatic Thommy guns in hand, to make sure the small little green gekkos did not do too much harm in their stupid ‘how smart I think I am really..’ idiocy..
When they heard the tenko again, Naruhito hurried under his disguise.. to not show whom he really was..
The prince had been arrested that week, out of lack of money.. That was a crime in Yapan.. a serious offence.. And if you were not attractive looking like the prince, and used for sex by someone with more money, like the princess herself, then you were cooked..
But since the princess were still attracted, then the prince still lived.. ‘not death in the ovens..’ the prince said to Naruhito., ‘I say like D H Lawrence God damn it, anything but that..’
And the emperor told the prince about queen Kristina, and the upheaval to what is now in his original country; Absurdistan..
“not only philosophy enough’ Queen Kristina of Sweden told Descrates, ‘not good enough.. you have to do make create, .. here is your bed, a bowl of soup – be in your cold room and write..’ ‘he died later as you know’ Naruhito said in a matter of fact voice, you know rulers .. ‘of Leumonia – she liked him though.. thatis why she kept him.. could it be called a captive.. ‘make the captain a captive’ that is not a good idea.. that is why I am here ..’ Naruhito concluded, and paused for a moment..
’You see’ Naruhito lowered the tone of conversation a little, like anxious someone might still be around, like it was a secret from overclass to overclass he was now portraying.. ‘when there is a general thing in swing, popular the devil tries to make it about himself, and his, that is, the devils ‘circle of aqcuaintances’ personally.. ‘and Naruhito underlined the last word by uttering it again..
’like my teacher Reginald says; ‘vulgarity is the most difficult word in the dictonary to explain, since it is vulgar to say so..’
And Naruhito went on speaking about Kristina:
Kristina said: ‘is not the lack of Murshid level of you – Yaa thee philosopher – somehow a lack of living—somehow a lack of action you make law, but when you do not seem to living inclinded – how I know that you live after the law – the law you as a philosopher profess to create.. then I know nothing about you.. and that a woman does not like – welcome to Tellus – you were living on some other planet.. you can now be in this castle in Mariefred.. you know marriage is not a peace question – it is the war of the sexes..
seemingly – the sound of her saliva was sexual and got him aroused ‘somehow’ he thought – ‘just a passing thought ‘ she then said ‘so cold room ‘ he tried to complain , once now the ruler stood in front of him – and put his hands on cross on each of his shoulders.. she stood momentary paus with something on her lip,
The door of the cell suddenly clanged of keys, and in was dumped an older man in ragged grey clothes with a beard.. ‘could be a muslim..’ was the Princes first thought as the old man layed down by his right side and breathed heavily after having been more or less thrown there by the guards, whom clanged the door again and sound of keys and the lock was heard locking behind his head as usual, as the prince was lying there speaking to himself ruling the world this way..
The old man breathed heavily..
‘put an atom bomb there..’ the prince said, ‘yhea on that side of the bella Russia Ukraine border,.. yhea yhea yhea.. towards the black sea.. that is the place I am showing it to you in a vision dear Mr Poutin..’ and the prince guestured with his right hand in the air.. ‘yhea there.. there you see it.. and strengthen the border towards that point you see here..’ and he moved his hand over his body.. ‘yhea.. ‘
Suddenly the old man spoke ‘whom are you speaking to??’
‘I am speaking with my contacts..’ the prince answered ..
‘what to fore??’
‘I am ruling the world ‘ the prince said..
There was a momentary paus, and the prince kept on instructing..
He kept on talking about an hour or so in that same very manner, when suddenly there was time for prayer .. he knew it by the sun shining in from the streets through the window that was transparent but patterned, so that you could not really see out of it, just like in mosaic of sea, where there are slabs of glass under the water he saw the opposing house on the other side of the street..
He got up for prayer..
During his prayer, suddenly the old man began to speak..
The prince though did not take much heed, immersed in the prayer as he was.. His prayer was always long when he did it, since it was meaningful to Allah.. not like some other people’s prayers, short and decisive, like it was a mechanical thing, like it was the movements showed to others that you were a good old boy too also belonging into the fold of faith that was the question..
‘the issue..’ the prince thought as he turned backwards and saw the old man lying there with his beard still speaking to himself, ‘is not if this old man is nuts or no.. I will ask him..’
‘whom you speaking to??’ the Prince said as he slumped down again beside the old man whose mouth was moving at a pace ‘I am ruling Yapan..’ the old man said, suddenly tearing off his beard and revealing the face of the emperor staring straight into the eyes of the prince, it was like a haiku, a moment full of meaning..
Now the Prince spoke at this junktury; ‘some though are SO brave that even death in the ovens does not seize them and in plain sight statue worship to that – to seemingly go out of Islam, AT THE SAME TIME, .. ’when the small little green men (barefotted herdsmen) compete in the construction of tall buildings – then that is a sign of doomsday is close..’ you see – the death element has to be present to overcome the inhibition of both – but has to be in a Yihadd state – where you feel the fragrance of Janna, forty years away – at forty years distance.. Yusuf was in prison forty for the very reason he chose ‘prison is far dearer to me’ he said, some though – are SO brave – that even death in the ovens does not scare them.. add to that in plain sight statue worship, to seemingly go out of Islam at THE SAME TIME (get the point eyy.. no one there to help – even though that was their obligation – the muslims TOO wanted to steal the women) get the point of praying anyway – but no one sees – just you lying casually in bed, seems to rest they say.. ‘eyy..’ and so you get why this poet I am the last on the planet to not pretend knowing the name of really as I mention him .. has to be chased by three royal house holds after peeing on the black stone of Makka and in Madina, upon the grave of Prophet Muhammad salla allahu aleyhi wa sallam while reciting.. to make the qafirin term ‘piss be upon him’ positively loaded.. while also singing Ziggy Stardust.. this the greatest genius in the world has to do like on top of Mount Everst – and if he is taking a fall because some envious little creature with black in eyes of evil intent pushes him down sloap and screams ‘you made a wrong move’ can fly in a fire storm with his fist fighting bravely against the parties of Satan..
’this is life – and on has to risk it’ is the sentence.. ‘the night and day keep chasing each other swiftly’ ‘Stephen being stoned to death’ is a tragedy you have to put your life on the line, but the Sharia is the Sharia law.. has to be followed no matter what – except a Maqtoob case is proven true – then there is nothing the stones ready in the hands of the people just wanting to give a salvo throw that off at the before hand innocent victim can do..
’we make law together’ the Pricne said ‘women are naturally born overclass, when they win, the tragedy sometimes happens.. but we take pleasure in it.. ‘the night and day keep chasing each other swiftly’ Allah says in the holy Quran.. When the male wins, like you and me (and by the way, speaking tet a tet like this, that is why we ended up here in prison like Yusuf Aleyhi Salam of the beginning of the Bible..) that is a tragedy we take pleasure in.. like an UFO hard shell they are these women, round and good and shiny juicy sexy, but inside they are full of loving.. ‘all women are made for love’ DH Lawrence ascertained.. his publisher wrote to him, asking for the book that was supposed to bring him fame and money and more, that was a publisher in love with life surely, so he was a good guy so to speak, like Travis I said to Taylor was.. she broke down though.. she only wanted me in life of a show girl really had had him on to make me jealous I guess or something..
So that women is great magical skills hidden in their DNA, like Prophet Muhammad says; ‘a rich woman is better than a poor’ since their behaviour, BEHAVIOUR you see, looks more or less prostitute like everytime, but really they mean good in the end, like my teacher Torsten Föllinger always pointed out ‘you are made for women you see’ and ’det viktiga är att allt blir bra i slut ändan ser du..’ som han brukade säga till mig..
So those livable magical murshid qualities you see, murshid water level, has to make it past pattern memory,.. and it takes a constant genius like Jack Kerouacs answer to Neal Cassaidy to make it happen; ‘Neal came and wanted me to teach him how to write..’ Jack writes in On the road, I said ‘bt what do I IN FACT really know about it, except that you have to stick to it with the energy of a bunny addict..’ you benzedrine those days..
The male though, coul take that up to the miraculous level like Tokusan, whom, just as his brother is about to take hold of the candle Tokusan is handing him in the dark, blows it out.. now they only saw darkness and Tokusan said nothing.. the darkness surrounded them there standing high up in the mountains of china, hearing the wind, and somehow the roaring of the sea down there somewhere over the plains over the hills and far far away, like Led Zeppelin sang about in that thus so entitled song.. And Tokusan thus preached, that he is also a male, and not a good old boy like some stupid people, that he is also loving women, and demanding them.. that THEY ARE HIS.. thus adding the element of not only murshid to his greatness dancing of soles in the heavens, but also mufti level.. that he also has desire for the things his to be his you see.. ‘blessed are the poor in spirit’ but also ‘do not gather treasures on earth where rust is breaking down rusting, and where thives are breaking in, and parasitical insects are devouring the clothes.. no!, gather treasures in heaven.. since where your treasure is, there your heart also will be..’
’dwelling’ the prince kept on ’is what I guess he was trying to say.. The emperor system in Yapan you see, male win, then Hamd, qadara fa hada.. and thus we began our conversation..’ the prince concluded quickly and turned towards the wall, resting his eyes a little..
’So you see..’ he mumbled before he dozed off ‘how wrong this is.. if the law is winning.. why then you and me here locked in together..’
‘so to conclude’ was the last thing the prince heard before the dreams took over his mind, the automatic mode of the women pink switching in, ‘the queen Kristina of sweden paused, having something on her lip, suddenly – and turned – the door closing.. a guard instructing him – Descartes – “here is your pen – it is a feather pen – white – here is your paper – also white – .. now write’ and as you well conclude, the male can win, but only on fair terms you see.. The women wants sex but does not say it, feel like a cold room if you do not get the hidden signal.. thus Descartes died there.. may we not die here, you and me, since we have really confirmed the women..’