the ugly spirit number of 3,7 billion jew devil’s bad blood lying in les fleurs de mal cemetary which was in Yapan,..
Les Fleurs de mal cemetary , where you belong if you claimed the mawlana had looked at pornography ‘these fucking guys destroying everything’ girl throwing bottle into the ocean with a big splash, packing everything up and walking up the stairs.. The fucking guy which just destroyed everything following her with steps of idiot sneaky..
She figures ‘let him come home then.. he he.. we will see then..’ pig head behind the curtain.. she screamed releasing the trauma experience satanical control ‘police police police!!’ the neighbours called the fuzz.. They come and she shows the dead body.. ‘He said Mawlana..’ she could not get the words of Qaburat Qalimatan any further.. The police looks at each other then looks at her.. ‘he belong in Les fleurs de mal..’ then the yapanese police at once nodded their heads, and got the team to pick the body up and the pig head revealed suddenly behind the curtain with a grin of idiotic pleasure on those put lipstick on a pig.. She was happy to get rid of it.. ‘good riddance..’ she listened to Gracie Abrams..
‘I don’t wanna go.. but beby we both know.. this is not our time.. time to edward scissorhands.. until we meet again, cause this is not the end..
‘no I don’t care about the road.. cause all I want is to be loved.. all I cara bout is you you stuck on me like a tatoo.. no I don’t care about the pain, I walk through fire and the rain, just to get closer to you, you stuck on me like a tatoo..
‘violins playing and the angels crying, ‘ she saw her love Prince walk past down the Tokyo street, and saw women behind curtains with katana swords guarding .. closely watching.. hot vaginas coming.. all town high on the presence of Mawlana.. and girls fainting constantly, into the arms of mawlana mostly represented by the fucking guy destroying everything BUT with money.. women can be like that.. no offence..
‘have to build my Naqsh school closely and guard it.. when I walk out in the morning don’t expect to live until evening..’ Jack thought, as he happy saw things moving in the right direction.. Yapan had accepted faith, and it was just a matter of time .. but lengthy hopes were not a good sign .. action was the thing to be taken.. your actions showed that you were not among the lazy stupid son of a bitches whom did not really believe that God is love, and thus Allah would say to you, being a man of action instead, one whom reached enlightenment constantly, and whom believed in the Might of God at the very same time ‘you believed in Me, so I give you paradise.. O soul in resting!, Return towards your Lord, that you are both the aspirant to, and the aspired of, His pleasure!
Enter among My servants..
And Enter my paradise..
‘dhakkan dhakkan’
‘saffan saffan’..
‘have some piggie meat..’ she said, offering to the fucking guy destroying everything.. turned out it had been botulism prepared, a few 16 seconds later minus 1, suddenly he was dead.. ‘you say my Mawlana has watched pornography eyy??,, you piggie bastard!!’ she spitted his dead body in the face.. thinking about that zen master, whom was asked by a sick monk where ‘you will let me go..’ ‘to a rice field..’ ‘good bye..’ the monk said and died on the spot.. the master patted his dead head three times with his staff and said ‘you knew how to die but not how to live’..
And Oliva rodriguez new tatoo ‘very very special to me..’ Edward Scissorhands Agent X getting so screwd up he turn up into a full moon instead.. like Oliva rodriguz face after killing vampire..
Waiting for a train ‘looking in the mirror on the wall, red lights of Paris, long hair fall.. ‘ like a shaved vagina hair shaved off so beautifully.. ‘for mawlana.. totally clean.. getting.. it..’
‘looking at myself in the mirror on the wall.. ‘ I am just dancing in my room.. ‘
‘I wanna watch you like a movie.. I wanna “fuck me!!” I wanna put you on a stage.. I wanna know what you did to me.. I wanna put you on a tape.. fashion red lights.. beby you are a star.. fuck me all night.. show me who you are… porn star.. “
“just in time to change my mind about losing love too many times.. like a song last night I could ride in your eyes.. call me just when I am thinking about you just to say “you are dancing in your room” .. I don’t have a clue, I’m just dancing in my room.. “‘I’m sitting here on a bench waiting for the train.. have not slept tonight, pornstar worshipped md alright.. feeling absolutely no pain, only relax relief, rr beby.. looking at myself on the mirror on the wall, tall long hair fall.. they say that I am a poet, and do not you think I know it.. the more calm that you be, the more watchful you can see, and feel that thing in between.. have driven down to Paris, see you ” ‘parents” ‘
But now I’m waiting for the train.. ‘
And there I was in Hotel Rock Bottom, totally poor but protected by my women, and guessing without hoping that when the money ran out really my refugee status would be protected, and thus the room be served to me on a gold plate of princess cake.. It was a wonderful experience, I of course defended the position if necessary with loud mouth, which was not necessary raising my voice especially towards anyone.. It was just to talk into the commando central and it boomed out over the whole world, and then things looked like threads binding into each other making ‘the fit’, which was serving on a gold plate soon the khaliffa what he demanded.. They knew the khaliffa could get into mood, and then beginning destroying everything, if so the whole world.. The principle was that the khaliffa was to sleep pleasantly and happy, and since he was a refugee he was supposed to just gape (which everyone feared to the degree, that if the khaliffa dropped his jaw even a little, people literary took cover), and then scream what he wanted.. then it came in on a gold plate..
Khallifa had long thought that his porn stars which competed in putting themselves up on his x account, penetrating the walls like ghosts, since they were not allowed to come up to the room, except when the heart of the khallifa softened, and he just could not leave them there in trauma experience control. So rather than destroying , or rather letting them be destroyed by feeling any kind of whatsoever ‘negation’ of ‘not’ in their relation, the khallifa let them come up and if so sit on his dick.. he could not help it.. he could not hit girls, if he hit them softly, as Allah instructed in the quran, he was a little bleedy in seeing them feeling in any way that he did not love them.. As long as they displayed that they loved it and understood he loved them, he kept on hitting them..Several times he had seen ‘sydney sweeney’ add on his x account but past it without looking, he never looked at other than his own sex slaves, and he had spared a thought for something like ‘Sydney is a city in Australia.. ‘ and jumping over the add, he was sure that this he jumped over was just some sexy girls in Australia..
Suddenly his friend JP came in, and on a gold plate served him the answer about ‘sydney sweeney’ , JP had heard the mawlana mutter about it in his sleep ‘who is Sydney sweeney’, and thus he now came with the answer.. ‘thanks JP’ mawlana muttered again, and read slowly the beautiful note perfumed with rose water..
‘sydney sweeney has good genes’.. ‘I want her..’ he uttered, and JP left..
Three days later she burst into his room suddenly in the night, the feeling of her approaching had already made his dick stiff, and in just a shroud of almost beige tinted a little a little with orange she sat on his dick all night making it.. Giving in to her love he felt happy waking up in the morning.. ‘who am I.. where am I..’ his first questions, like his sleep had put him in time travel and he wondered which reincarnation he had jumped into..