I Was like : I will not pay.. ’How should I explain in English’ the still cute attendant behind the desk said.. She saw I wasn’t aggressive, but just refused to do it.. She tried to explain.. I had just fixed the card at the station down there.. where the fisher men sits on pontons fishing on the river .. downtown Tokyo.. I was just walking down there, when it hit me the hotel was at the other direction.. but just kept on walking why worry.. it was a nice day, and everybody loved me.. Just smiling girls everywhere.. Laughing with love as they see me, and trying to gather enough courage to ‘make it’ with me at the hotel, or something.. something I shouldn’t do as a Naqshbandi muslim.. but, the males on other parts of the world except Japan, had offered me to be buried alive, getting rotten, and then dug up when I was rotten enough but not yet dead.. Then walk as a living corpse among them, a scare crow of myself.. After they had done that some times, I realised that they just wanted to keep the money, so they could buy women as whores.. Yhea, rather force them to that, since if they loved me.. suddenly that was forbidden.. And I was to be buried alive again.. Then Allah made it Halal to receive the love of women, even if it led to intercourse.. They at least wanted good for me.. And if the alternative was to be buried alive and dug up when rotten enough but still alive, well, this alternative was definitely more appealing..
Japan was the only country that existed in the world for me.. at other places it was just like a dark mess.. and yhea.. also except Denmark.. I was beloved in Denmark.. but still it was stuck in me the thorn that nobody helped me with even a penny when I was down on my knees crying, not out of hunger, though hadn’t eaten in like 4 days, out of poverty.. but out of the realisation that they all were going to hell, how hard I had worked to get them to believe in the message from Allah that I was coming with.. and in the end.. they didn’t believe.. and so I cried hard, and also knowing that I couldn’t die among them.. Because it would feel so bad to die in that heartlessness, like very cold somehow.. And so I had to travel back to Stockholm.. And be made Fitna against, something worse than death.. the usual burying alive.. I didn’t cry for that.. I was known by all people of the earth.. and so this was a message from Allah that was powerful through me.. And I felt satisfied in that thinking.. But this heartlessness from people I had loved and done so much for.. What the fuck should I say about that??
In Japan I had the title of Master and General, already at arrival.. and that was security for me.. No police could come up and mouth against me.. if now even a police in Japan got to that idea.. which was of course very unlikely .. everybody loved me.. So I was secure in my tone when saying: ‘No I will not pay..’ Well, they fixed my card for free, very respectfully, just looking a little queer at me as I left.. And when I came home I realised the business: you could sleep for free at the subway in Tokyo until midnight when it stopped going.. But when they fixed my card at the station when I walked by the river, admiring those fisher men on pontons at the river, and all the sexy girls laughing as they saw me in love, and me fully free to enjoy them with my gaze at all their private places.. Well.. I had done the mistake to test the card with the man at the desk, why I did that?? Idiot! I said to myself.. Japanese are trustworthy people.. If he says that he fixes the card: that’s it! Why test it?? And then I had not checked out.. And when I later had come up to my hotel, through walking up the streets, and down by the national theatre, where a sex bomb went before me, and as I turned down the mainroad again, she came towards me.. I of course stood by the pedestrian crossing with her, she smiled at me with love, and I gave her the compliment: you are so beautiful.. ‘Thank you!!’ she said in such a sweet voice and smiled in total love towards me, just absolutely Saliheen get it??.. well, I went to say that I wanted to kiss her.. After that she got so hot she walked away totally wet between her legs, not knowing what to do I guess.. Well easy equation then.. Let us embrace in a kiss honey and if we make it at the hotel room later.. no problem.. Allah is the most forgiving most merciful.. Al Rahman Al Rahim.. and he would forgive it instantly.. thinking of that all the people of earth was going to hell, except my 1,6 billion sexslaves of women that loved me, and increasing day by day.. So that women contacted me constantly to lay them, and I did in the spiritual way, writing them small notes on the app on phone, how pleasant it was, and ‘now beby get ready for me having orgasm’ and when it was reached ‘thank you soo much beby it was very pleasant..’ that was the Sufi way of making sex without really crossing the boundaries of Shaaria.. and if it anyway happened to happen a real fleshy intercourse or facetime sex.. well.. Allah forgave it, thinking about what the world had done to me.. being so stingy, and never being able to give anything for God’s and Love’s sake.. but only self interest.. so Allah gave me all the women as recompense.. And so I felt satisfied and happy..
And so as I blipped the card again ON THE WAY into the station, it failed immedietly.. Idiotic actually.. And I didn’t pay.. And they fixed it..
I dare to flirt with her.. I think actually she is flirting with me..