And William Lee thought ’thank God I made it past Öresund’ as he passed out in tears sobbing on his bed in Mexico City, now Istanbul.. He held his hands before his eyes, and cried hard, lying in that fetal position for hours.. He had just needed a hotel room, and the bitch had began screaming at him;
‘you need a hotel room!!?? Go sleep out in the cold you mother fucker, you just want money of me.. I want nothing more to do ever again in my whole life..!! you should be here carrying my food for me, I have a hard time with my broken back, and no thank to you that you drove me in the wheel chair as I had to operate it.. you speak about Nova Police anti terrorist organization operation and orgasm!!?? We are going to brain rape you here in absurdistan for lobotomizing Briben in the legal way, ‘only Allah is allowed to punish with fire’ and ruining that plan of 2000 mules taking over with an auto pen the seat of the President of the United States of America’ ! yhea, the bitch’s voice kept on screaming all the way out on the street. I had been pushing some tea to her, and being nice as a muslim, making some saddaqa, you know older beautiful woman of special quality, with such a beautiful yatim heart.. ‘you shall be nice to orphants’ well I followed that.. William Lee gave a cry of thought as he contracted in fetal position on the bed, the tears just streaming down his face..
Well, William Lee had always hated communism, like not having a clear deal about something.. If he payed for sex with a boy, he always had a clear cut deal, like with Kiki in Tangiers, or Allerton in Mexico City and a yage letter trip.. The communists always had a riba in the back of their minds, like they now wanted to do; take over his literature after they had killed him, claiming that SOS really had written it, just because they had stole some and kept in a drawer when he needed to stash his things, since the zombies worshipping Svenska Bajsakademien, always burned his whole stash as soon as they managed to intern him.. he was supposed to come back to a totally soulless furniturned room, heart broken, bone broken, and fat stupid and ugly, when he had been the most popular really..
And since they had destroyed his skin in early years on flanks, by forcing him to take anti morphine pills that made him gain weight 15 kilo a year without eating anything extra ‘otherwise we throw you out’ his father had said, with that serious voice.. ‘but I just want something morphin like bringing sweet dreams ‘ he said.. ‘that is your illness.’ They claimed. ‘like when you read William blake, Shakespeare, and burroughs’ .. like what the hell.. that is the life style I (underlined) like..
And SOS whom was supposed to become the new satan, yealped like the wolf puppy he was, frothing at the mouth ‘maybe satan soon fixes me a tasty catch of zinah.. just we kill the creator whom I all my life stamped on his human face forever to steal his paradise from him sitting on my money heap shitting day and night like some kind of de evil god never sleeping with my bulging ad dajjal eye.. ‘ and that bastard was sitting there just rolling his tumbs trying to count the time ..
So instead, the forced of good, the face of goodness leading them, Abdulhaqq the commander of the faithful, whom screamed ‘Allah hu Ak Bahr, only Allah if good, and only Allah is perfect!’ their the third Reich of Sperm Spurting Sex, was fighting valiantly against those evil scamming stalking suckers, whom was shitting all over the world to try to steal back what they originally had stolen; a lot of good beautiful jeans, in zinah position..
And Abdulhaqq said; I think Sidney Sweeney had good genes.. I want Aiko in position on my bed, and happy to become the next emperor of Japan..
‘Om jag gifte mig, verkligen gifte mig med princessan i det här landet,
Om jag sedan dog, och återvände i armod,
Skulle vapen möte mig, skulle hennes vakter nedskjuta mig.
Ifall jag gifte mig, verkligen gifte mig med princessan i det här landet,
Begärde hon mitt hjärta i sitt,
Skulle hon ha funnits hos mig, från mitt första ögonblick..’
’Today’ William Lee looked at the calendar by his bed, ‘it is the thirteenth July 2011.. and I am writing poetry..’ that thought comforted him.. as he put his hand again in front of his eyes, seeing white white white clouds emerging from the tears that was and were spurting out fertilizing all the environment and earth like light appearing.. ‘some sheep coming I guess’ he thought.. he had two pairs of bear pants on him to protect his prostate from the cold, and one bear hoody on his body.. ‘It keeps the wolfes away’ he thought ‘and God how those dears are hunting..’
And the blessed cleaners said in typical womenly manner:, ’those fucking guys destroying everything should have listened to the sign we hang on the mawlana’s door ’do not disturb’ in red.. what the hell is wrong with them?? We scream with A.J. can they never give the man a break, even when he is having a cold and is lying in fever..??’ yhea, now they were all dead, or all dead soon.. The guard’s at the imperial palace were in their graves thank God, everything was right with the world.. God was in his heaven.. the snail on the thorn.. everything was right with the world.. William Lee thought as he had woken up, half an hour to midnight, he looked at the round clock ticking by his bed side, it was dark outside, and he felt a mystical feeling like something had changed, like the gathering storm came sweeping in from Sahara across the medditerrainian, whom was glittering as he woke up 9 o clock that Tuesday morning, in turkose and blue, ‘still a live sea’ he thought, ‘not like Öresund whom is locking the chemicals into Östersjön (the Baltic Sea) so that it never heals from the Second World War pollutions of granades, and sea mines and what not that was put there at the time..
And Willy Lee formulated his very humble request, he could not steal, such were his nature, Allah rewarded for gentle and kindness what he did not reward for harshness.. To try to get even a little greedy on the deal, was too much for Willy Lee.. So he planned a wonderful recitation of hadith for his brother instead.. that was his style, and had been throughout his life.. That was the music of Mozart, which, when played at subway and train-stations, kept away thiefing.. the thiefs simply could not steal when they heard it..
In the invoice machine , the leader of the country would be happy, 1000 dollars one month same room inn. Happy if you agree dear brother. It should be forbidden protecting society from the disease. And me and 7:107 Willy Lee was one, I need my staff. Abdulhaqq thought, as he solemnly watched the wolf that he was going to blow the brains out of up there 3 stories up sitting by the window rocking his obnoxious being a little back and forth while yelping that tongue and frothing at the mouth rolling his thumbs expectantly..
