‘St Ani Ani how are you.. Ani Ani Ani do you hear me..’ EM a friend of BM was trying to get his message through.. Ani driving in car paranoid trying to fancy it had something to do with Jack.. ‘I killed his Zahra Nils K. now I have to kill him too’ a broken face of devil smile suddenly like broken glass, bursting forth ‘nothing to do’ aiming out for the torture department listening to ‘how are you’ from ‘who is afraid of little old me’
‘how are you’ it is so typically of me to talk about myself, I am sorry, I hope – that you will – and did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happens’
‘Ani Ani how are you??¨Em: s message despearate attempt.. Had written Jack the bitch had did; ‘don’t tell your friend to call me I won’t pick up ‘ as usual paranoid projecting satanical oppression of fitna and zulm upon the thought victim, because he is religious.. Jack had not asked Em to call that bitch, but was happy his friend stood up for him..
‘what the hell is this??’ AJ screamed , ‘like ‘ and roaring ‘can’t you give the man a break’ ?? answer was they could not.. Allah had hit them with the insanity of satan.. Satan that imitated heavenly things, by ‘writing’.. That was why Master Christ had spoken bad about those who was writing, the Pharisee. You see, Odd Wingdahl had put them in zombie psychosis devil trance, and Börssalen, that was paradise they thought, .. And when Odd Wingdahl was sick locking himself into a room ‘to write’ ‘that thing’ then IT WAS INTERESTING.. they thought.. Because it was soo good for Sweden, right, to have the noble creep prize handed out, it was the pride of the nation right right right??, could not be different, Ani told herself as she was driving like hell mad of insanity in that car while the cold rain blended with hail and snow began falling down upon the road and the surrounding..
‘zulm’ ‘sumun buqmun aumyun fahum laa yaryihun..
Awqasayibin mina al samai fihi zulumatun war a aidun, wa barqun, yajjailuna azabiahum fi adanihim mina al sawaiiqqi haddara al mawti wa allahi muhithun bi al qafirin’
So the psychology of Satanism was scary.. satan was hiding as a literature critique of course, to usurp the world literarture by handing out prizes.. Satan had lost Paradise, but was imitating it on earth by handing out silly prizes, and that was the great crime. For people to think there was no authority without money.. Did you see God Himself having money to have authority for example?? No was the answer.. And Laa ilaha il Allah Muhammadun Rasul Allah..
Anyway, the two zen diseases was now clearly to diagnose in modern terms in our time..
The first was ‘to not recognize the donkey as you were riding upon it’, you see, most people hunted after lusts, like a dog lolling out his tongue, and if you treat him badly he still lolls out his tongue, as Allah describes those afflicted with Zen disease number 1 in the holy Al Quran..
So , since they hunt after lust ‘and that börssalen up there where the noble creep prize is handed out’ they disregard their own pattern memory disturbances, and as they then physically are irresistibly drawn towards the women, to fuck them, many women get raped by men coming from negroid cultures.. It is a sad story.. Even if some yerk in Swedish gown of Noble Creep Prize size ‘makes it’ after a night out night club fights etc. then that does not really matter.. Since the jerk will get dependent upon the feeling of lust, which it thereafter will excuse any evil with.. It gets lazy and stupid son of a bitch dom that is..
‘I was success ful and now I will keep on..’ and so, it will begin getting into satanical accusing others ‘you backstepped IS THERE SOMETHING WROOOONG HORRIBLY WROOOORRROOONNG WITH YOU??’.. Truth is, it is something wrong with them..
‘YOUYOUYOOOOU are successful like me LIKE ME.. why you not just go forth in life and grab everything??’ The hunger games.. right..
The disease is mental, and so Allah rightly says in Al Quran the holy book of God’s word:’they are insane or rather worse’ ‘OR RATHER WORSE’ my italics..
And so, they all want to become like Rocketman, not Kim Jung Un, that sweet brother of Jack’s Naqshbandi school which cries tears in the night to have been saved by Allah’s might.. No, as they come to orgasm climax, they can’t backstep, and that makes the orgasm just a physical substance, not spurting up to the chin and fertilizing the woman, but just overflowing, not like a fountain, but like a cistern which gets too thick, and thus is bursting..
And the woman, wakes up and look disappointed at the guy.. ‘out!’ she screams.. and thus that broken face in the stair down.. ‘I am hell’ the guy think, ‘in hell’ .. a sudden insight of truth which orgasm pleasure state usually brings about..
‘I want to become a rocketman’ he thinks as he walks out the gate into the fancy neighbourhood around Stureplan.. ‘and damn she was hot’ going back to the club, he tries to forget about his failure..
And thus, satan came to a conclusion.. ‘I am looking for the most critical gaze’ he tells the women, and the women, seeing his good genes and he shows pics of beautiful appartments from Svenska Bajsakademien in the old town.. The women then forgets about the backstepping to, and just goes forth and fancy themselves to be in love with satan..
But oo what a mistake that is..
‘He seems cold like a fish.. just caring about me. Llike.. uughgh what?? A magical object??’ and when satan then says goodye, which he sort of longs for ‘finally I can sink back into my disease AND WRITE’ the girl gets fucking pissed off.. Feeling to drive a black steel heel into his head, she goes out hunting with her girl gang.. But the whole system is protecting the bastard.. And she knows that she will end up in a mental ward for the rest of her life is she does it, and if she does NOT do it, she will go insane and crazy..
‘up there that bastard sits in his chamber.. you know he told me.. ‘just put in a bottle of soup and leave me alone’ .. I was like ‘are you sick?? ‘ ‘I am writing ‘ he told me.. ‘are you insane, lost your mind??’ then he threw me out.. I wanna kill him right now..’ showing a knife, that blank steel shining forth in the night..
So satan fancies his paradise is in börssalen, with different ‘seasons’ he calls it, handing out stupid prizes, and so, his ‘backstepping’ is just himself reading his own pattern memory after gathering some flowers from the womb of the woman.. ‘what a disappointment’ she says, pointing towards that obnoxious window now lighted inside with a pleasant yellow light in the dark Stockholm night.. ‘I feel stuck’ she says.. and then gets lazy and complacent mood instead.. ‘but I am a little honoured..’ so when later she sees that ‘pancake mama Fitt Pattström made beforehand’ on that black oblong box at the end of the room which is constantly telling her what to believe is real, she laughs like up into the air, like kissing the enamelled sky ceiling reluctantly a little what shall we say.. stupid.. and gives up a sigh.. Then satan sits there laughing at her while looking like some robber in the night like a wolf a little black beard and ready to be ‘a little interesting’ with guns glazing somewhere.. to protect that Qufr system.. And we hate it..
While having this as a fond behind Ani was stilling rushing out through the hail and snow towards the torture department.. And ‘that especially fond victim’ she was stabbing with a knife through the eyes and heart in her mind.. Control Freak. That is what was the right word for that part of Ani.. But also; zombie psychosis.. It was like the Exorcist and Breaking the waves in one, a little green devil coming forth in a devil smile, and breaking the face was like waves of Tsunami, that Big Wave, as it was translated into, that was released in the Pacific Ocean, and hitting JeeewSA with 50 meter high wave, but Yapan just a little..
‘Ani !! Ani!! How are you??’ EM:s message of desperate attempt faded into an old memory:’Obi Wan Kenobi.. can you har me .. you are my only hope..’ ‘Satan you are my only hope!!’ Ani screamed in the car as loud as a nut case, and came into the braying of donkeys again..
‘Obi Qwan Kenobi shall now make it out of here.. this town.. that took the youth oout of me!! He shall be a shadow in an ally – ‘
The old song Shoreline by Broder Daniel echoed out suddenly in a strange unfamiliar manner out of the stereo, ‘and we shall kill him when he is young!!’ Ani with the force of severe neurosis bordering upon psychosis was trying to hide from the insight, the unbearable truth ‘everything was wrong.. we killed him when he was young.. ‘
The car was now running without breaks, and it was going to take , a hard hit smash into that car rail on the side.. that wall straight, and the car was going to become squeezed like a boa constrictor squeezes its victim into suffocation.. that was the end of Ani..
Suddenly..
‘Damn Zen masters whom saved Jack in Yapan!! How could I have been so stupid..’ Ani was taking control of the car again, which was running on hate.. pure stupid hate.. like a boogie in the nose such pigs drag out and then eat up.. Ï want the demon inside..’ running on hate so high towards money money money.. ‘that is in the centre.. everything is about money..’ forgetting is it the idol I worship me or myself I worship my own stupid complacency??
‘Well doesn’t matter’ the usual answer from Ani when a serious question suddenly happened to stir her mind into some kind of risk of activity..
‘I have been a stupid bitch to fall for THAT trick?? A Saifi mind trick ehh??, Didn’t I tell him myself ‘I hope you will fit into Yapan society??’ ‘ (a true word with which falsehood is intended, like Ali Al Murtada was saying to the terrorists of his time.. Very accurate indeed..)
‘I hate Ali Al Murtada, I hate Jesus Christ, They should all be crucified in hell constantly’ Ani was coming up with her jew devil shit without knowing what she was saying.. the zombie psychosis had induced in her the satanical belief, that her idol satan, which she worshipped constantly, did not exist except as a human form of good genes and that ‘high status’ which made the mass perish the disappointments of the person, and then come back again into the thought of the very person ‘Satan that I know a little.. have some connection.. cool people say at general..’ and so Agent X was born into the parents of the great Imam M.
‘And worst of all if Prophet Muhammad’ Ani rambled on ‘they are all crazy down there..’ and she saw bombs dropping upon countries that protected her son from her insane persecution.. the destruction of Mainland China and Russia and India and Middle East the beginning of Asia, far off west Asia, and everything.. it was all in Ani’s dreams constantly, and she was feeding upon the hate, hoping everyday she would hear on TV that black oblong box at the end of the room that was constantly telling her what to believe was real, that the catastrophy finally had happened, and that the friends of Jack ‘Xi and Putin , leader Modi of India ‘ and the rest had been out of the way.. for the possessed thought of not letting Jack have a normal vacation in Yapan, a country which Allah had ordered him to stay in.. ‘Stay in Yapan.. no matter what happens you have defeated satan..’ and Jack did the will of the Master of Doomsday.. so that was it..
‘they are all crazy down there!!’ Ani concentrated her hate like a cyclotrone of evil black oxymoronic air in front of her, ‘speaking about a sou.. and that Jack is a Prince.. married to the Princess!! ‘ Ani screamed with such stupid braying of donkeys was heard all around like a hallucination.. ‘and that Jack is a great Bodhisattva’ here Ani’s voice became strangely deceptive.. like she was giving ‘a little gift’ ‘as usual with the thought of getting something even more back.. like Riba..’ and then when the person did not become a mind slave of Ani, but instead making its own decisions ‘now I take everything back’ becoming a dog vomiting what it just had eaten and then licking it up again.. ‘disgusting’ someone commented while walking past on the pavement, seeing Ani sitting inside that oblong black box which was speeding down the road to the torture department..
‘A Bodhisattva they call you…’ she was speaking like she just right now saw Jack in front of her eyes, ‘it must be in Yapan..’ she told herself ‘A Prince Nata miracle.. that is – a samuraiji master a Mawlana..’ Ani spitted with stupid hate as she pressed the throttle to the bottom of the rubber mat, of black dirty dust – ‘the torture leader for a meeting? Quick??!!’ They have to ussue..’ she was so fighting against that hard psychosis coming over her, she began sluddering ‘they have to issue I mean’ correcting herself in self-censorship ‘an arrest warrant against that bastard! If he ever sets foot here again he will be happy to survive the PUNISHMENt.. the PUNISHMENT of torture that awaits – the syringe in the yelp-thesis-bbed.. the whole Magnus Muscle Package as we call it in the trade.. he he he..’
It was all about licking upwards the ass of satan, and then putting those mosquito bites in the ass of the victim instead ‘an especially dear vicitm’ that was why Jack had survived so long, and why his predecessor Nils K. had been killed first after 13 years of torture in the same similar manner they now wanted to torture Jack.. but.. it was useless now.. all they could do was to misuse the confidence he had given them, to have some keys to the mosque apartment.. they would of course as usual begin destroying things and carry out everything and try to finish his property totally all together, to get Svenska Bajsakademien ‘shit without ending’ impression really all the way down to Yapan as to make Jack seem somehow shitty and tiger stripy, and then the psychosis of demonical forces they did not believe in ‘The greatest trick of the devil is to induce in his zombies that he does not even exist’ that Jack now was ‘Yapan’s problem’ depriving him of all history and material security he owned before he travelled on the vacation.. that was how they destroyed marriages, in the manner taught by the evil forces, the forces of evil, the Quran speaks about this subject..
‘this is only a test, so do not become disbelievers by putting your faith in it’.. the 2 Angels Harud and Marud coming down to Babylon, told those whom came to be taught from them the forbidden magic..
This thought was only an obnoxious especially criminal manner to force that pattern on victimhood upon the victim, to try to get away from the insight that now when the victim had become successful, their illness broke out in full bloom, the fleurs de mal, broke out in their minds, and they had to fight against the self realisation that all they had done was built upon bullshit and lies.. And so, they had not been as smart as satan, slapping it smartly, and writing, but had just simply worshipped the authority to get a little better position and a little better salary, to seem ‘ a little better’ than the others in the coterie, whom all were similar moronic donkeys.. laughing that idiot laugh, they stood together upon the ledge to hell, and everybody at the same time, threw themselves from the ledge straight into the fire, the sound of mosquitos being burned in a flame, a moth into a flame, was so tasty hear as the flames took them.. they could not have done it by themselves, since they would have felt alone, and if that had happened, they might have detected the satanical face of the idol they worshipped. But together they thought that nothing bad could ever happen, just they had a little money, and entertainment in the evenings..
So anyway.. the zombie psychosis began with like a snake coiling behind the back of the victim it was going to squeeze to death.. It knew that samuraijis usually had a sharp sword with it.. thus it needed to sneeke attack upon the victim, hoping that it did not notice its obnoxious presence approaching.. ‘I am a sneeke snake..’ it told itself, laughing, but stopping in the middle, afraid the thought victim it would suffocate ‘soon soon’ it got hot upon the thinking, lingering, ..
Then when it became obvious that the victim had noticed, it turned straight around and trying to hide its actions hurried back into the grass hole and coiling down there, with its two part tongue which was coming out in a creepy manner, the whole thing seemed lost to it..
‘well I have it so warm down here in the earth.. does not matter’ the usual answer in Ani’s brain as whenever a question came up that needed to be answered..
For Satan thus, writing was a calculated betrayal of love, and for the believer, when satan tried to backstep it, the writing was a sword it cut off those gordian knots with.. thus saving it from suffocating in the grip of the Ouroboros world snake..
Thus Fitna is worse than killing, but when you survived Fitna you were happy about it..
Fitna is worse than killing, yes.. but WHEN YOU WIN, you see , that is, you will realize why Fitna arises.. It is because of the deception of Satan, Svenska Bajsakademein which have induced the zombie psychosis and deluding their slaves that ‘they are free’ and then that ‘paradise is to get into Börssalen’.. Zen master Blyth spoke about this ‘money.. it spoils everything.. the great fault of people, is their will to win..’ that meant, they could not backstep, their backstep was a collective psychosis of going up in idiot clapping as Odd Wingdahl announced the latest winner of a silly prize.. So the whole thing was sick, going up in a bellow ‘he maaa dddd eee itt.. moo moo moo mooooo…’ ‘I sit in Svenska Bajsakademien for my mother’ Gunnar Ekelös said..
If the victim got succesful anyway, the delusion of incommon mass psychosis was threatened.. then they were prepared to go to war.. ‘do anything! HE IS SIIIICCKKKK’.. So it means, that when you win, despite of the Fitna of Svenska Bajsakademien Bajs utan like masspsychosis, you are happy to be alive, to have survived..
It would have been better if a stone of a mill had been strapped around the throat of Ani and she thrown to the bottom of the sea..