So it was similar, like the similarity between Eiwar and me.. both drank alcohol and took drugs.. like ‘wordly’ and ‘worldly’ only had 1 single letter in between them ‘L’ namely.. like ‘love’ ‘laughing’ ‘living’ .. and so I was among the living.. but since the natural order was perversed by the jewdevils, sitting on top of the pyramide with interest rates controlling everything.. ‘and why did not we help Ghaddafi’ I was the living, I was the laughing, I was the loving, but everybody wanted to kill the thing they loved.. only my mother was very sick but not such a fool to believe that I could sleep in the sun, only eat the air I breathed, and live on water solely, that I could get from the toilet at a public lavatory somewhere outside the gates of the Palace in Tokyo.. a strange story.. sad but true.. people had lost their minds and gone insane zombie.. they were sleep walking into hell.. straight into hell.. and I could do nothing about it.. but just lie down and die some day in the future.. and then they would perish into the fire.. I believed in Allah, and Allah promise was true.. Doomsday we believed in in Islam.. there was nothing else to do but just to see it happen, let it happen, as Gracie our sex slave sang so sweetly in her song.. and see you on the other side.. or not.. who knows knows. And nobody knew the plan of Allah.. and the believers did not know which happy surprises Allah had in store for them around the next corner.. nobody knew.. they were clueless.. but the one who knows knows..