Mr. Idioto breaking all record in idiocy Part 2.
And so Mr. Idioto kept on carrying that sword and being happy.. Madeleine’s sambo, a nice snake, was throwing big log on him from behind, just trying like that out by the sea breeze blowing in pleasantly in the summer, the it was so fantatic; every time the sword turned around by itself and hit then log so it did not hit Mr. Idioto.. He was happy, for the sword and the sea breeze, a great experience..
Suddenly the lid holding the sword back into the scabble broke off.. He used to hold it with one hand, pressing in the lid, then as the sword moved, he dropped the lid, catching the scabble in his left hand, and wielding the sword he hit just another log..
As the Zen master says; ‘if you hit the air it will make a sound.. If you hit a log, it will make no sound..’
He was looking for the dropped off lid, but did not find it.. It was surely a prized thing, but more prized was the enlightenment connecting his bodily movements to the sword..
But things grew more serious; people began speaking:
‘Mr. Idioto is carrying around a samuraij sword.. THAT COULD BE DANGEROUS..’
Like their bullshit and lies were not dangerous enough, wielding a lot of stupid bombs around..
Well, Mr. Idioto didn’t care about that, just the mass destruction weapon kept away from him and didn’t bomb him to oblivion.. That is why he carried the samuraij sword around every time he went out..
Well.. That blackness grew heavy in that part of brain, and so he went to Magnus again, and asked him how to sharpen the sword.. He thought that if he sharpened the sword in public, the lying would go away, by the sign of him being prepared rather than going to hell.. That is to die..
‘If though desired to be with that which thou dost seek, DIE!’ his Jewish publisher had written in the beginning of ‘Howl and other poems’..
Well.. instead of straightening up, the whole thing blew up, and Magnus only ‘medicine’ for the sword to be sharpened, was a ‘diamond sharpener at Clas Olsson..’
‘No I can not defile a master sword with a Clas Olsson.. device’ Mr. Idioto said solemny, ‘has to be some spiritual master smith which might be able to sharpen it..’ well turned out it did not exists in Absurdistan.. ‘damn it.. have to go to Japan.. and I don’t travel car.. if I get a car the Beat-les prophecy of St. Peppers Lonely Heartclub band will go to fulfilment,
‘I saw theJews today Oh boy.. A day in a life.. and it was rather sad.. he blew his mind out in a car.. did not notice that the lights had changed..’
And so I keep my spiritual propeller propelling the UFO constantly, and HOW I GET TO JAPAN.. well.. Mr. Idioto, being an idiot, didn’t know..
Planes were lifting constantly, but he preferred his mastership.. And that was, thinking about it, the really important thing.. I mean, it was his mastership propeller propelling the UFO that he never saw constantly that connected him to the sword.. Chosing that rather than saving myself.. he thought most solemny.. Rather die than be in hell..
‘okej..’ someone said ‘he’s really crazy..’
‘where does he get everything from..’
Another one meant.. and so that blackness grew heavy in that part of brain and things were getting out of hand going south VEEERY quickly..
A third time thus he went down to Magnus his friend, and put the question once again..
Magnus had the same stupid answer.. Mr. Idioto had hoped that he had found some to do it.. Or somehow get the sword to Japan and back again, landing again in his hand. But this time more sharpened so the Qufrs would keep away from his body, and bombing it to death and destruction like Yemen or Drestden..
Magnus had no such answer..
‘But the guy at the Japanese ambassy selling it to you must have said something..’
‘I never saw him again..’ Magnus said, ‘guess he went back to Japan..’
‘That I should also do..’ Mr. Idioto thought, and saw himself beginning to walk down through Russia, through Sibiria, through Mongolia, through Estonia at first of course.. but heading north initially to cross the boarder between Absurdistan and Finland, and then China.. and then.. surely some commorant fisher would take him over from China to Japan.. All the way carrying his sword.. Yes, he was so famous that he could do it.. But, it never happened.. He didn’t get his ass out of the wagon so to speak.. And knowing that anyway the Qufrs were waiting in the woods straight outside of Stockholm his homecity to shoot him down at any moment at an unguarded moment, he left the thought there and then, and walked out of the store, with a relief of having met his friend Magnus with the samuraij sword swinging from his hip..
People thought namely that that was hip..
Coming out into the public laughing in his face, he realized that the attention suddenly made it possible.. People were expecting him to prove that it was not a mastersword, hoping he was wrong in his supposition as usual, despite the fact that he usually was right 99 percent of the time..
‘Well.. time to go and buy that ‘diamond sharpened’ “ he ascertained, and headed in that direction.
Walking into the store with his samuraij sword, quite unusal sight, actually not seen before in Stockholm, but he was mega star fame, so no problem..
Finding the diamond sharpener he bought it and went home to Madeleine.. who screamed ‘don’t sharpen it’ right as usual.. But he knew he now had to do it..
So without hesitating the least he began sharpening the sword without looking at it actually..
Sharpening, and doing, and the metal was spurting of the sword blade, he suddenly felt something..
Not having noticed really, he suddenly knew it; he had happened to sharpen down those two dots just before the hilt at the sword blae.. ‘damn it.. now I will die..’ he thought naturally, and totally calmly.. ‘It is a samuraij sword.. not a ninja sword.. AND it is a master sword..’ he felt the sword blade carefully.. It had not become sharp!! MEANING.. it WAS a master sword.. meant to stand behind the army, and not being able to anything buy hit them in the back to drive them forward towards killing the enemy, not kill its own..
‘their’s not to know the reason why.. Their’s just to do and die..’
Mr. Idioto though was calm.. Because he believed in Allah.. that was the difference..
‘In the great prophetical work ‘The Lord of the Rings’ the characters are lacking the monotheism of Islam.. so I will just make the duaa with the hadith in the background simply; ‘rasul Allah says in hadith, that when you buy a weapon from someone, you should FOLLOW the instructions of the one selling it to you.. FOLLOW YOU, so to speak..’ as that duaa of RasulAllah just brushed against the sky of Mr . Idiot’s mind, he was suddenly calm again, and saw the world going up in flames..
‘damn there it went..’ he thought, knowing this would bring the Qufrs to attack him even faster and more..
Going back to Magnus some month later, the shop was gone.. It was just empty stuff in there and locked.. He felt worried.. He looked in and suddenly saw a note ‘permanently closed..’
‘something has happened ‘ Mr. Idioto was suddenly worried. Calling Magnus wife, she told him that he had passed away out of a very rapid spreading cancer suddenly, and that she was very sad and sorry, crying in the phone, and he told her, with a little guiltiness of conscience, he had to confess for himself, that she was welcome to call him any time she wanted..
‘damn.. Magnus die.. and so the whole world will do.. this is a great master sword.. what the hell should I do..’