Beginning of ’The girl and the crow Part II’

As the seabreeze met my face, on while me bicycling across the bridge to Bastuholmen, I could not help but stop, paus, to let that soft breeze, not far from the open sea caress my figure. And seeing those gleeful waves, come against me, a little white, but mostly glittering in the sunlight, my mind pondered over how it soon would be, to include me in the picture, soon emerged in the water. The screams of seagulls and Pallas’s Gulls sailing over that bay of the sea, called ’Mörtnäsfjärden’, soothed the mind of me. The inhabitants of Ornö were in their cant and illussion still, though years had passed since they latest saw my looks gone by the big illussion of our time, the modern torture they stubbornly refused to count as such , since they in majority were vain in their bubble of ignorance; a good tax payer I am, and the whole fucking education system is all good I think,.. Yhea, they could still be seen holding a grudge against me, so many evil words just because I had followed the inner light I loved and believed was truth, and finally by some mega miracle Allah had let that light come true, and so, even these had softened in their prejudices, and now accepted my personality as a part of Swedish culture. It was a happy day, and mother had jokingly complained about me looking as dressed for a Tv awards show moment.. Many had been those whom had referred my looks to my beautiful clothes I had all received as gifts, not realizing that the light Allah had made prevail through me, feeded my personality with beauty, and that slowly taking shape, against the gnawing of time, Allah had made me attractive as an famous hero actor. Beauty came from inside, and through being prepared to die at any moment for Allah’s sake. Such were the stakes. And I had made it through many a deadly peril, and my looks by all the torture, had in the end only improved.

Those deep psychological roots of virus b-23 which gradually was on its way to turn the majority of the inhabitants of the earth into raging zoombies, really had a clear logic: day after day they denied for themselves, that the massmedia where they idolized their presstitutes which served them bought out truths, which they corrupted to lies.. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, decade after decade, centure after century a false tales they as a ’majority’ worshipping mammon through the ’comfortable’ manner of ’believing’ in whatever the massmedia told them, in this manner they gradually turned into zoombies since the whole ’spectacle’ was hiding Abramelin The Jew black magical childen sacrifices after being raped.

But that sound of freedom that for the culprits was that sound of the young cunt they got wet after all,when raping, was another sound in the masses of people on the internet that shed light on all those crimes the influential and rich perpetuated under the cover of that night the massmedial lies hid their activity in. Such were the zoombie fight trying as best it could, to get under our skin.’it’s that little thing!’ the zoombies scream, but it does not seem to be a little thing for them at all, you get the catch my friend: ’what I do buying whores and enslaving children to drink their blood after sexual ritual! Are you a watcher you creep?! I will make you scream you motherfucker! You watched (for free?!). Do you hear that sound of MY freedom, haw haw haw haw? That’s all you ever g e t  in your life you dig you fucking goat! Bäh’

Such were the words of my friend some time before he was murdered by the Swedish government.

Allah had pointed out a correlation of almost supernatural proportion in sura 25. He said there; haven’t you noticed how He lengthens the shadow? And had He willed, He could certainly have made it stationary. Then We have made the sun a proof of this. The sun was love, truth, beauty. If one had this golden chain intact one didn’t notice the morning shadow as the sun was rising gradually, and this man’s good morning was not as other people’s ’good morning’. Niggers were having black skin, not because of the sun, but because they couldn’t stand light of love, so God had made them appear as shadows. 

Our shadow was evil, lying, cheating, stealing and a deep artistic nature always came with a deep unbearable feeling of separation if a shadow would deflect the inner light. But the sun was made by Allah as a proof of this shadow! That meant that to nigger souls of darkness this separation was not felt. For a liar you could lie unendingly if that served your purposes of getting away from the evil shadows. As a Nazgul passed the sky, souls full of light as ARAGON  or GANDALF or LEGOLAS at once detected a dark spot in the skies.

Though, to from childhood come to a mature grown up personality, if you were deeply artistical in nature, you might had have to put an antithesis to your childish spontaneity, taint yourself a little with lies and stealing and pornography.. Just a little you see and then drive the subject as far as it could get, as zoombie lane caught a whiff of it and came dragging after you, feeling the possible taste of lamb-meat, virginity, those wolfs of horror.

That is what Nils had used his diagnosis to; ’p.s. Paranoid skizophrenia’ he had become happy as he managed to recieve it way back, since he knew it would save him from things he didn’t wanna do.. Like stealing, cheating and lying, and most happy he was with the thought that his ’diagnosis’ saved him from ever having to look at pornography again, since he noticed it was enough for him to speak about his ’diagnosis’ and then quote William S Burroughs like it was from his own life; then if that person he happened to have a small chat with was a negro inside that evil at once jumped out and began chasing him. Then Allah’s light descended in the night and his pornstars, that was women being in love with him, made him pleasure so that he totally forget the evil inflicted to him by the surroundings.

In this manner he went through Nietzsche’s ’what does not kill me strengthens me!’ Rimbaud’s idea that the poet remains a poet by going through adolescens again and again, and this state of mind became permanent in Nils as Allah led him to Islam and so he could find pleasure in his women lovers in a way pleasing to Allah, by following prophet Muhammad’s sunnah

All this came to a rapid end, jack black thought, as the Swedish government shot my friend and predecessor Nils Kovacs, AKA by some as ’Kiko’ to death, for the sole crime of being honest, and showing them what Allah said in the beginning of the Quran that ’they only fooled themselves and realized it not. In their hearts a disease, and Allah has worsened this disease, and a harsh punishment is awaiting since they used to tell lies.’

William Blake had confirmed the way Nils Kovacs, AKA as Kiko, in his first line of ’the marriage of heaven and hell’: ’as I walked among the fires of hell, delighted by the work of genius, which to angels seem like torment or insanity I collected some of their proverbs..’