And Jack Kerouac kept on doing a high jump world record in virtual idiocy.. Mr. Idioto that is.. Izzy Young had many times told him the quote of the great artist Oscar Wilde: ‘cause each man kills the thing he loves’.. And Jack had wondered about it, it was almost uncanny, with that glimmer in Izzy’s eyes of KNOWING something.. you dig.. ‘you wig already?’ creepy somehow.. But now he was in Japan.. He had occupied Japan now, and was driving out the JeeewSA troups.. They were unnecessary here, and when the JeeewSA citizens moved in Japanese streets they were a nuisance and an obstacle; didn’t follow the rules of respect, thought all that they were something, buying the women and behaving like creeps..
‘better to be hit once in the face than receiving the Noble Creep Prize’ Jack thought solemnly, as he walked along the beautiful river scene.. Everybody had to fold when they saw him, but some americano idiots thought they owned the place..
‘I will show them ..’ Jack knew he would do it and could, and so he did..
One day when he was going out to see the samuraij master at the temple, there was a guy he at once spotted as a dark shadow .. He never looked at Qufr but knew somehow out of the corner of his eye, but the corner which is aimed at tilting upwards this time..
He just bumped into the creep, who looked very annoyed, of course, he was expecting it, and probably had made up his mind to get into a fight with the samuraij warrior..
‘what are you doing??’ the fucking guy said very angry, trying to disguise it under harshness..
‘Allah gives for gentleness and kindness what he does not give for harshness’
Thinking about it Jack had contemplated, that what we love most with The English Original Text of The Lord of the Rings, was that the colors were brought out by the gentleness and kindness of the characters.. Such as Aragon, Gandalf, Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry not to forget..
The King Aragon somehow contained both aspects, and Gandalf too.. And that was why THEY were the leaders… Someone just moving to be a great warrior, was also longing for the love of the colors of life.. THE TRUE COLORS.. And this was the great discovery and treasure of life..
‘God is love’ as the Master Jesus Christ says.. and ‘God is strong mighty’
There were two qualities that were intimately identifiable with Allah, and Allah had said, through his messenger Prophet Muhammad Salla Allahu Aleyhi wa Salam, that anyone infringing upon these two qualities He would put into the fire.. The two qualities were Dominion and Might..
So as Jack stood there facing the sucker that was picking a fight with the respected leader, recognized by the east as a genius, and persecuted in the west for the same reasons, his women in the east, got governmental support, and were guarded with snipers 24/7 as to not anything happening to them.. They received apartments and beautiful cars and other luxury things, which of course Jack probably would not see a glimps of even, him being the Khalifa, and everybody ‘killing the thing they love’, as Izzy had quoted for him so solemnly.. ‘For each man kills the thing he loves’, Jack had become Ahmad, ‘if Ahmad won’t come out of the womb, we will go in and drag him out’ Willy had written in Naked Lunch.. ‘with a caesarean section’ Willy had further written.. Seemed almost prophetical, but in a positive way.. Izzy’s words ringing a creepy sound of the western hemisphere..
‘what are you doing??’ the americano said again, looking like a bull ready to charge at the lion.
‘you shall get out of the way when you see me..’
‘and if I don’t’ the americano retorted back most threatingly with a cunning undertone in it..
‘then you do it..’
‘do you wanna fight about it..’
‘yes..’ Jack said..
‘okay.. let’s begin.. take the bags of your shoulders..’
Jack had gotten past the combatant somehow by this time, I guess he had taken a step forward and the combatant actually had gotten out of the way, in a millisecond such things happen at these points of danger..
‘take the bags away..’
When the americano repeated that a second time, Jack’s alarm bells were ringing.. he now knew that the cunningly undertone behind the seemingly gentlemanna façade was a colluding trap, so he just stood there not taking them off..
The americano was coming at him, and Jack was walking backwards in a quite slow pace..
Suddenly it was like the lightning had stricken the americano, Jack did not even have time to notice when that fucking guy who destroys everything, turned around and passed away into the crowd again, the crowd that was cheering Jack and getting out of the way as the saw him coming.. It was a happy outcome..
‘some day in life you have to learn to fight..’ Jack thought to himself, thinking about those New York City nights when he still hadn’t found Islam, but was a Buddhist Bodhisattva lost in the love of humanity and God somewhere, not knowing his name, and had practiced Shao Lin Buddhism of letting the enemy hit and still standing for his cause, ‘I simply don’t hit another being’, but now he was a Naqshbandi, and defending his honour was a part of a thing of God’s glory..
’and you speak about me being stressed.. don’t you have any humanity left.. ’What should I do what should I do what should I do..’ I repeated in bed when the war against Iran started.. Allah showed us the way, and solved the issue Al Hamdu Lillahi.. Now we are more happy, but still worried, our friend the King in JeeewSA have to up the ante of his protection against the jewdevils.. they will try to murder him even more now..
’Fight fight fight’ is the call, and never back down..
’No I won’t back down.. no I won’t back down.. you can stand me up at the gates of Hell but I won’t back down..
Gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around.. And I keep this world from dragging me down.. Gonna stand my ground.. And I won’t back down..’
’back from the dead eyy??’ the americano couldn’t keep himself from laughing..
‘having to respect you eyy??’ Jack just stood there silent, in the shadows of a lonely alley.. He didn’t even say ‘correct’ just hit the guy straight down with a Zen stroke of power and kept on walking..
You have to be fast in such situations, your body is a holy temple, and any hurt is having repercussions not over all of earth, your women screaming in pain, but also the universe..
‘The dominion given by God is greater than the lust feeling’ Strindberg had written, in a Blue Book.
Also Strindberg said; ‘Then you have to keep on going.. ‘ just like Izzy had written to Jack in 1963..
And.. ‘and and.. Just keep on going..’
‘Write more poetry..’
And.. ‘and .. and .. just keep on going..’
Izzy must have figured at the time, ‘do I dare to write this to Jack Kerouac..’ this explaining the struttering three repetitions of the ‘and’..
‘You are an representative of something’ Strindberg had written, ‘not just yourself..’
And this is what you have to strike with.. The Kingdom of Heaven springing forth on the earth, like flowers opening to the sun, ‘vi är blommor, bryt oss inte, vi är jordens salt’ was a song Mr. Idioto had sung so many times in AF Music Classes, the high elite school he had entered because of his giftedness when growing up in Stockholm..The reward for the lion to not be in any way cunning, but like Mr. Idioto, much more idiotic in his strength than the tiger, whom, being faster, but also more sneeky, was by nature somehow subordinated to the lion by the virtue of Fitra, Allah’s law coming down to earth, which had contact with both the Ninja aspect of Sijjin, and the Samuraij aspect of Illijin, was the mane of the tiger.. The hair!! The hair!!
The monk shaved off its hair.. But not so the lion.. He was light, but still cool, hot but still cool on the savanna, a cold fusion reaction and he took prey, and everybody was impressed by the King.. The mane!! The mane!!So if you begin losing your hair you have to put more high jumping idiocy of maleness into the game, the silver stairs Allah could offer anyone should be thought about, up to heaven, if they had just accepted belief, the Qufr.. There is a higher reward getting a Qufr to believe than even the Prophets, Prophet Muhammad Salla Allahu Aleyhi wa Sallam had spoken in hadith.. It WAS fantastic..The west thus had proven themselves to be terrorists of ignorance; the governments there ruled by the envy of Satan, were just waiting for the secret of us to die with me ‘sometime in the future’ but they dared not aim the pistol straight at me and shoot.. they had to collude my death forth somehow.. and the girls was supposed to be left without protection ‘he’s an avant garde.. the girls should be left without protection too..’ all the while they corrupted the earth by supporting terrorism with their money and letting the terrorists go free if they committed crimes..
Turned out thus, that Buddhism was the key, just like Shao Lin was the key to Zen, to accept truth..
– Quran 2:27
Translation:
Those who break that which has been heard (as an agreement from Allah) before time and as such by this being confirmed, and which do not take heed in keeping ties of relationship; these are the ones who should be turned out..
Proverbs 25:2, “It is the glory of God to conceal a thing, but the honor of kings is to search out a matter.”
“This story is very simple, just as life is “simple”.. “
These were the lines that had opened the heart of the princess of Japan to the love of the Prophet, and Aiko had disguised herself under the name of ‘Simple0666’ at a telegram channel account, writing to Jack, after they had had a love life for some time;
‘your sex is so strong I can’t stand it, I love you and have to take a break.. won’t you come to Japan honey..’
‘I will honey..’ Jack wrote her back..
‘When.. I longing for you..’
‘Soon honey..’
‘If you do not come before the 27th March, I will spank you..’ Aiko wrote..
‘Okay beby I come .. I promise.. I begin packing now..’ Jack said, and sent her picture of suitcases that he began packing at once.. He needed his mother’s help with that, since he was so busy constantly with his mission of Prophetical work..
‘Are you afraid of physical violence??’ Aiko wrote him..
‘No beby, just Fitna.. I’m coming..’
Well, he was 2 weeks delayed, and she just wrote ‘okay’ back to him, when proposing to meet.. She was angry of his delay..
Well such things can happen, Jack thought, and had not time to think anymore, the pressure from the public was so high upon his person, he forgot about the matter almost totally, sometimes he wrote Aiko when he suddenly had a time lapse, and suddenly remembered why he at all came to Japan in the first instance.. But she was still angry, and wrote such short messages back.. Well, he was happy, and did not know at all that he actually was about to make a high jump in virtual idiocy.. He had no idea she was the princess, and had her protecting hand over him.. He understood quite at once, that it was the Imperial Family that was his greatest friends in Japan, protecting his way and recovery from the torture he had received in Absurdistan Sweden, as ‘a punishment for following Nils K. that disgusting creep’ yhea, it was the first Naqshbandi skaykh of “The new religion” Naqshbandi school of Jack Kerouac.. And here he was, in a new incarnation of Jack Black, Mr. Idioto, the title was echoing back through time..
Well, he thought finally, in a sudden glimpse of insight, ‘have to try getting those things promised to me’.. He went to the parliament.. As he came there, he made Sieg Heil to the guards that were police officers, they had a tendency to look slightly away as soon as he did something illegal, which he did constantly, for example walking straight across the street, it was an offence in Japan.. Or leaving trash at a public place; Jack had to do that sometimes, or the program he was running would go out of control, some old alluminium trashing around in his bag could give rise to a sound, that , if apprehended by the public, would at once begin to sway things into the wrong direction, ‘he’s trash himself’ someone would thing, and things would begin to sway down into hell, slowly but surely..
The police man looked slightly, but just slightly away, and Jack passed keeping his Sieg Heil, and as the police man finally looked his direction, Jack made a small slightly gesture of appreciation of honor, and the police man answered in the very same manner..
He made Sieg Heil all the way to all the police men, and they were happy, this was him just having them confirming, which they were happy to do, that he was the commander..
He entered the security zone of the parliament, and went in.. They checked through his bags reluctantly but casually, why make a big case about the issue??, and then he went to the reception..
He showed a translation on his Iphone from English to Japanese, saying he wanted to meet the emperor and crown prince..
The woman was a little confused, and fetched other staff to see it..
He stood there casually, waiting for the easy thing, it ‘was in the cards’ they said, even though he by the virtue of understanding the Quran, only used ‘card play’ as a very loose simile.. He gave his invitation card of Ann Mari and Herbert to the reception and told them to give it to the emperor..
Some high ranking guards came forth most humbly towards him, and wondered the issue he wanted help with..
‘The emperor meet’ he said most solemnly and showed up his translation..
They called some calls for him, and looked at their Smart phone screens, and finally they said that they couldn’t help him with the issue, since they did not have the contact information to the emperor..
He thanked them, and last they said that if he would come back for the issue they would not be able to get that information for him in the future either.. Which made him first question his own sanity in the mission, but then he got their humbleness attitude right, and understood they just had stated a fact.. the emperor was above the parliament and the departments and so they could not help him with this issue..