We think it is cool
We want to break and fool
We want to be
Tjat’s wjat the Qafirin wants to keep on being hiding
That is Qufr
Denying..
They stood looking at me
I was myself looking at a blooming tree
Wonder who got the most out of it
I love your lips swollen swelling
And the water pouring in the welling..
From the ceiling
And your vagina tight holding
The lone ruler partner wants;
You to be him..
To steal your Paradise away
So the believers has to help each other from the dark ring taking the charge of the light brigade..
We need a physical copy of what you are trying to get right now..”
Hal The Space Odysse Computer told me – as I was there to get some documents for my travel to Spain – a Mufti decision trip I hurried to – with the intention to throw away 61 Haram dollars in Spain..
“yhea.. – I am here to get those documents.. THAT IS WHY I AM HERE..” I said..
“we need a physical copy of what you are trying to get right now..”
“yhea.. I am here for THAT very reason..”
I handed over the very bad photo stat copy of my provisional passport.. I had just received from the consulate in Istanbul, though it was black and white – you could definitely read out my numbers and the picture and the whole thing in colour as it had been more or less, before it was maculated as I arrived at the airport..
I could show on my Ailet pistol – it was also publicly known – my mug shot – “he commits miracles” .. thus a photo .. on such a document like this was actually regarded as a mug shot.. “wasn’t it funny???”
“we need a physical copy of what you are trying to get right now..”
Hal the Space Oddysse computer repeated the same sentence – with the same insane demand..
“America.. I am sick of your insane demands.. when can I go to the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks..”
“I need a physical copy of the documents you are trying to get right now..”
I pointed at the document whom had registred my entry into the concentration camp situated in the vicinity (actually grown together with) Istanbul Airport, – the number of the provisional passport – the name of myself registered – “ a real picture” Hal the Space Odysse machine said..I showed it on my Ailet Pistol in colour – “we need a physical copy of what you are trying to get right now..” Hal the Space Odysse machine repeated again – belittling Islam most obviously.. “we demand to see Allah “ those jews had shouted to Moses, “if you bring Allah down to us so we can se Him – we might believe in you O Moses..”
“I need a physical copy of what you are trying to get right now..” ”I AM HERE..” I said in true Jinn Juri style – “to get such a physical copy of what you are demanding me to show right now.. my provisional passport was destined to Stockholm Sweden – thus destroyed as soon as I stepped outside the airport docking area.. otherwise I could take a train to, for example Copenhagen or why not Norway with that provisional passport and still claim its validity as soon as I got into trouble.. you get me?.. And thus, I am here – TO GET SUCH PHYSICAL COPY.., that you are demanding me to show you..”
“yhea.. but like a bill or something showing your name.. date .. something after that proves you have received post home to your apartment..” Hal the Space Odysse computer said, ..
I handed forth the police report which showed my saga about how my passport got stolen in Istanbul.. the real story was of course totally different..
“This police report can only come home to me.. you see.. my name is here, with the date of the report to the police.. thus it must have been home at my place as I arrived from Istanbul, waiting for me to take it with me to show you a physical copy of the police report.. unnecessary then it seems to me, you need new post in physical copy when this very police report could only have arrived home to me.. to my apartment.. it seems far fetched to claim this is a stolen document that was not at home when I arrived here the other day, actually the day before yesterday, back to Stockholm from Istanbul..”
The real story was of course all too serious stuff to mention, that was the reason I had mentioned it when I made the police report..
“I need a physical copy of what you are trying to get right now – you are not you..”
Suddenly the mask was drawn off – and Gustav Skål was sitting there – champaigne was floating in red eyes of vampire game – and a forcing pull to zinah was the point behind the whole theatre..
Although I was more of a stranger here than in Istanbul – , in Istanbul, I never needed any papers.. if at all I needed to show my passport in a control of my papers by the police, it was only to let me know I was leading the country and welcome to my Sultan Seat at one of the four qabir Masjids in the world, one of the most beautiful places on the planet, where Bosphoros was coming out into the medditerainean sea from the black sea, Hagia Sophia, the old blue masjid, and the new which was lying only at 300 meters distance.. the new masjid was my Sultan Seat..
The police in Istanbul, for which I had become a representative, and which had gone over on my side, officially joining my Naqshbandia School ‘virgin never looked at pornography, no nasira only basira, qibla abdualhaqq (me) , al haqq about abdulhaqq (me)’ wanted me to feel safe.. ‘Islam is nothing if not safety..’ and not hunted.. they knew psychopaths like Killary and Hillary Clinton was out after me, trying to make beef Turkey out of ‘pizza jerkey’ .. in the country though – where I had been born once upon a time . on a fine summer day – now long lone time ago – with documents I could not even show – this I got in the face.. A MACHINE ANSWER.. “I demand a physical copy of the documents you are trying to get right now..”
Here they claimed I was an unknown, even though super famous artist all around the globe, ‘invaded the country since my return – to sing my praise, though always Daito on distance..’ the lines were running through my mind, and I wondred.. ’when you have a beginning of a song – it is easy to go on..’ I kept on hearing the voices of guidance, angelic inspiration was coming to me, as I walked from the rather insane meeting at the police office.. ‘the halitosis of the Unsatisfiable Ouroboros, was enormous.. ‘like.. do not even get that ‘yes’ over your lips, it very quickly (in fact in most sorry cases with these fools rather ‘as soon as possible’) turns into a ‘yes invasive’ , like a stupid plant spreading everywhere.. fucking fruits..!’ I waved my hand in front of my face in the hot summer weather, and saw again the insane scene I had been subjected to in Assos Hotel Istanbul, three billions flies of black obnoxious wings, vulgarly swarming my room suddenly.. It was like pitch black and impossible to see anything, even my own hand before my eyes, so I reached for the phone which said ‘Princess’ on, and pressed the zero.. they had to get a flame thrower on a construction scaffolding up there gradually caving me out with fire to save my life from starvation in the middle of affluent food everywhere.. it had been a horror short story indeed..
’damn flies’ I said , and waved my hand before my face, in a posttraumatic stress walking to the masjid next day.. ‘it had been horrible’.. ‘at Hotel Rock Bottom’ the lines bumped through my mind, like a stone falling from the top of a stony hill, down towards the pit, bouncing here and there between the hard surfaces it hits upon the opposing rocky mountain hills, finally landing somewhere.. ‘if you drop a stone from the top of hell down into the abyss, it can fall seventy years before reaching the bottom..’ ‘la rough et la noir’ the line of Stendahl echoed through my mind.. ‘sur … under … I come from the land of Down Under .. where men are whores and rövar plunder.. ‘ ‘allibaba och de fyrtio rövarna.. ‘ the story from thousand and one nights occurred to me as a title.. ‘röv’ means Ass in English.. I was in Ass oss Hot El.. ‘Hot’ did not only mean that is was warm in Swedish, no, the name occurred to me suddenly as sinister.. it meant it was a threat.. ‘El’ meant, ‘or’ .. not only like in ‘orgasm’.. no, like in ‘and both’ misinterpreted.. ‘end both’ .. ‘you do as I say.. OR.. else..’
