This is what happened when I had a bad picture, even if it just simply remained on my own Iphone, and not even jumping over to Jinn Juri’s Android, and none had been actually shown it:
Irriversible Neural damage.. Agitated skizophrenics rush through the streets with mangled, inhuman cries. Catatonics decorate the parks… Junkies have looted the drugstores and fix on every street corner…. IND’s stand around in front of café tables, long streamers of saliva hanging off their chins, stomachs noisily churning, others ejaculate at the sight of women. Latahs imitate the passers-by with monkey-like obscenity. A group of P.R.’s – Partially Reconditioned – have surrounded some homosexual tourists with horrible knowing smiles showing the Nordic skull beneath in double exposure. “What do you want?” snaps on of the queens.
“We want to UNDERSTAND you.”
A contingent of howling simopaths swing from chandeliers, balconies and trees, shitting and pissing on passers-by. (A simopath – the technical name for this disorder escaped me – is a citizen convinced he is an ape or other simian. It is a disorder peculiar to the army, and discharge cures it) . Amoks trot along cutting off heads, faces sweet and remote with a dreamy half smile. … Citizens with incipient Bang-utot clutch their penises and call on the tourists for help…. Arab rioters yipe and howl, castrating, disembowelling, throw burning gasoline…. Dancing boys strip-tease with intestines, women stick severed genitals in their cunts, grind, bump and flick it at the man of their choice…. Religious fanatics harangue the crowd from helicopters and rain stone tablets on their heads, inscribed with meaningless messages…. A coprophage calls for a plate, shits on it and eats the shit, exclaiming, “Mmmmm, that’s my rich substance.”
A battalion of rampant bores prowls the streets and hotel lobbies in search of victims. An intellectual avant-gardist – ‘Of course the only writing worth considering now is to be found in scientific reports and periodicals” – has given someone a bulbocapnine injection and is preparing to read him a bulletin on “the use of neo-hemoglobin in the control of multiple degenerative granuloma.” (Of course, the reports are all gibberish he has concocted and printed up.)
His opening words: “You look to me like a man of intelligence.” (Always ominous words, my boy … When you hear them stay not on the order of your going but go at once.)
The youths, sneering and goosing each other with clubs, troop out to the field. Now the battle begins.
Well, when the promise came through by airdrop, my gratitude was indescribable….
So Japan came to the logical conclusion that I was great, and that I was the thing wanted.. And every kind of even small nuisance around me could have very big large consequences.. So they made the logical decision, that I was supposed to have an only easy time in life and be happy with my wifes in a big beautiful apartment at Ueno Park, and have a nice estate by the sea, so I could relax away from people, and a big sum of money every month to spend on my very very many wifes and sexslaves..And mother nagging in the phone, I knew it was coming.. ‘when the money ends you come home.. me thinking ‘don’t think so but don’t say so..’ And Jinn Juri seemed suddenly possessed by Satan coming back from the expelling of the unwelcomed guest of SSK.. ‘Maybe he is aspiring to become a new satan, a new Saruman.. ‘ I thought getting stiff in my limbs of a fear of some knife in the back suddenly, or rather deception.. ‘If I am about to become successful like now in Tokyo in my quest for truth, he is trying to confuse me with bad advice, and is disturbing but if he knows I will get Satan-smacked rather ‘sooner than later’ in his opinion, he spurs me on and I frenzy like in his ‘support for my cause’. Seems like Dr T.A. might have been right when saying ‘I like your friend since he is your friend.. I know you are important.. but the Jinn is extremist like.. ‘ Yhea I thought.. his ‘truth of stingy thinking’ had landed him with no women, and never given anything since he has no feeling of saddaqa the guy, he always only gives for ‘something’ which he usually demands immediately.’ And I said to myself slowly, but surely, as I watched his black shadow silhuett against the street lights, looking out for someone.. ‘ he has no depth in his mysticism which he has but only shallow. He has breath broad shoulders (and can protect me from intruders and much much knowledge’ ‘my shoulders are broad therefore the sun has broad shoulders also’.. But the Jinn gives no light it seems, that is real light, but Luciferian character, though without light ‘I am searching for truth all right’ he is very clear in messaging you ‘never tell a lie EVEN A WHITE ONE’ And that is the essence of the Jinn fault.. that is why Jinn element is fire and not light, like that fallen Angel Satan.. The jinn doesn’t care people getting hurt, split, die or cry or become dark in face of insult because of his bluntness.. He only cares about his own intellectual hubris ‘I am too good to take the risk to get stupid’.