’North Country Fair’
För alla som blivit lobotomerade –
Fått sina liv ruinerade
Massakrerade på streckbänken
Med sprutor i baken
Våldtagen själsligen
Nu blir ert skithål
Nästa Dresden..
And in Sweden such a tiny thing could get me arrested, seriously, the dominion of the psychopaths is totally insane or rather worse; it is like that every time you let the jew devils come to rule, the dominion of psychopathy spreads.. ‘that girlll.. you were disturbing her!’ ‘no she wanted.. just got too hot..’ ‘NO! you were disturbing! Do you think you are??’ ‘well.. in worst scenario your stupid idiotic envious satanical ‘interpretation’ (and that is what you rule with, ‘my natural born right as a leberman to always have the R.V. I have the right view, and I have THE RIGHT to get MY INTERPRETATION of the matter as ruling over you.. get it?? No matter how idiotic and stupid it may be..’ it could have been woman pride for example, expert to deceive in a post hoc construction for example.. hello.. are you there.. (well there was no one there, just a brainwashed zombie with stupid cattle eyes staring glary at me..) hello.. are you there (I waved my hand in front of the zombie eyes.. no reaction) she was horny.. that was why she went to the toilet and then over by the window.. When I came forth she got too hot and just as usual ran away like hell was after her .. which it naturally forever will be, if YOU win out with your idiotic stupid INTERPRETATION.. that is the core and essence of the matter: you want to take her to Hell together with you, while you make Hell on earth for me, since she is NOT ALLOWED TO LOVE ME.. since then YOUR ENVY arises like a snake out of a hole.. all wilful liars across the world which you manage to deceive, yes they will go to hell just like yourself, can’t do anything about it..
And next thing I know, the manipulators were there again behind the screen, knowing my new girl next moment wanted to take a selfie with me (such it is when you have 1,6 billion sex bomb girlfriends.. wherever you go it is kissing.. minute by minute and second by second.. you come into a totally new café.. and the girls behind the counter at once begins the kissing.. you go to the desk of the lobby, to ask about the way to your favourite bookshop, ; there is a new girl there behind the counter which the kissing begins with.. as you walk out of the stoor, you kiss both back and front, and somehow manage to get out of the doors..) and when you come to your favourite bookshop, publishing the treasure of the 20th century; turns out it went bankrupt because of Svenska Bajsakademien, ‘bajs utan like’ they wanted you to actually worship, because they destroyed and deathed you in 2017.. the connection which everybody knew to your will, contrary to your wish to make them rich with it, had the outcome because of the sudden ‘BAD VERY BAD’ association and paranoia around the projection of the Qafrs, nobody could or dared to come anymore.. and the whole thing went bankrupt.. 2017 was a legacy of the dark ages, not because of the number in itself, (which also somehow rang with SATAN I confess) but because YOU were destroyed and deathed , DD SOB was happy that day, and everything went to hell, and soon the whole world might go up in smoke because of the Svenska Bajsakademien and their Noble Creep Prize, which nobody wants anymore.. Just the name remains shitty and disgusting.. And next thing I know the remote controllers manipulators is making a mess out of my face on our selfie, my grabbing her thigh since she is mine, just met her 3 minutes ago, but she already wants belonging to me, and I know it.. and caressing up towards that property between her thighs and legs which I love so much and dearly.. And the selfie becoming a blur.. just my face.. and I say: ‘they are manipulating.. you will see with my camera.. they will not dare to do anything..’ and rightly so; with my camera pics becoming good very good actually.. and as not the black hole opening in space I ascertain: ‘I promise you 100%, they are manipulating your camera in real time.. just to fool you and make public averse to me.. get it honey..’ and she gets it, but still the world trauma of 2017 is sitting so deeply ingrained in every character, that the world begins to shake and swing.. I pull her back on me on the subway seat by exposing again and again the good selfies we now have with my camera, and I say ‘we have to keep looking at them.. remove the manipulated pics..’ and she does it.. and we keep on looking at the good pics.. ‘your camera evil my camera good’ I jokingly says.. and we laughing..
And as I come home that night, I write a poem looking out my 15th floor vista over the bridge.. ‘I love this bridge of Akabane 7 In the night time like this’..
And next morning I come out, a little shy as usual morning time, ‘thinking in the morning’ and then the trauma of the torture, like dirt hanging over me somehow sometimes a little actually black hole opening up in space maybe.. at least the fear of it.. and I go for laundering my clothes at 2nd floor of hotel.. I stand there with my headphones on, and looking straight into the mirror not thinking anything sort of actually.. and my cleaner is saying something in the background, though I take no notice, well it is coming through.. suddenly I ‘get it’ I had put the alarm ringing to know when to go down so that the locks of the machine will not open and maybe someone stealing my laundry (no Japanese will do that, but you never know about tourists).. The phone is buzzing in the pocket.. As I step inside the elevator turning it off I think ‘I disturbed her’.. ashamed to have made a fool of myself.. But I keep on hearing her voice in the background ‘maybe she wants something??’ as I am about to peek out to check about it the doors of the elevator closing hits me in the face.. ‘damn now I MADE a fool of myself!’ down at the laundry I have a second thought; ‘maybe she wanted to hand me back my underwear since yesterday..’
And the Qufr as soon as you came on top of them to do the final act of severing the snake head from the body always had the same last line ‘last famous words’ ‘we made a mistake’ it equals when ‘something good’ is about to happen that is not official. Then the ‘worry of inquiry’ ‘f it is true’ ‘I am just coming to Anna Lena Oröier’s concerts to see if ‘she makes it’ ‘ as Nils Schwartz wrote in Anklagelsebadet.. Well this equals that he wants the success, a real “know it all” wise guy ey??, or at least part of it, IF it ‘against all odds’ ‘would succeed’ something he really really hopes in his satanical envy ‘would never happen’ ‘I hope hope Satan’ ‘Satan promise you nothing but delusions’ and they are busy with the false hopes of Ratan-Satan ‘but the Qufr really hopes ‘it will never succeed’ ‘ but pretends to the public he is actually betting his money on it. When he thus presses himself in on the deal in this schizophrenic manner, the ‘x’ manner, the whole deal begins to appear obnoxious to the public, and support drops. And the run of the gauntlet begins, aiming at withdrawing the support for the victim and making the Qufr ‘appear interesting ah ha’ the Qufr says pointing his finger at you ironically and smartly.. The Qufr sits on his money like Shitting, and the Manafiqun of the whole thing begins.. ‘did it succeed’ he is smiling making nausea all through the country .. really hoping inner inside such is NOT the case ‘I really hope’, if it though is about to become more and more real, he jumps in on the train ‘the thing is REALLY growing’ he says, stunned in his eyes like ‘wow, (I might get something)’.. yhea just like his penis, which he apart from the money he sits on like shitting not coming, wants satisfied. That is usually the base foundation of any dealing with the Qafr..
And the idol society was thus infested and infected by idol disease.. the idol not withstanding his own popularity, since he built it on Riba, the interest of money.. and thus gets evil: ‘If not the grain of wheat falls I the earth and dies, it remains a lonely corn, but if it falls, it brings about with it much fruit’ as Jesus Christ reveals in the holy New Testament of The Bible.. so instead of and/both, it comes ‘either/or’ and not withstanding ‘losing’ his popularity the idol instead loses his senses.. ‘Why gain the world but lose yourself’ as Jesus Christ says in another part of the same holy revelation.. The society at large then gets infested infected ‘II’ ‘Inte Intresserad’ as Urji Nali coins it in Swedish.. so then the society at large gets infested infected by the very same disease of satanical envy ‘fallen out of Eden paradise and then elevated in a phallistic rocket I do not wanna come down from space’
And no doubt chill and beauty is connected.. The chill of real non attachment, that was halal meat.. the heartless chill of non-attachment faking it; well still outer superficial beauty.. ‘If you’re travelling in The North Country Fair.. where the winds are heavy on the borderline.. Remember me, to one whom lives there..’ meat and blood in general gave beauty to the consumer.. The vampyres drank childrens’ blood stained with adrenaline, and called it ‘adrenochrome’ and actually became ‘young and beautiful’.. and yes Lana Del Rey, I confirm your song ‘Young and beautiful’ and will STILL love you when you are not anymore young and beautiful..
And “look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she’s gone!!’ (snap of fingers) (‘that quick!?’ “understanding – not difficult to understand or apprehend.. and Obnoxious Wahlgren type screaming from the grandstand, but this time in the form of a “muslim” idiot: ‘didn’t you just say Allah on the toilet??’ ‘No, Abdulhaqq is MY name.. it contains, yes, part taken from one of Allah’s 99 beautiful names.. but it is MY name you get it? You think you have understanding – but just a monkey you are carrying books on your back you even can’t read .. how did I get understanding? By following Arvid Falk’s example in The Red Room by August Strindberg; ‘he was out on town and avoided to steal confidences’ – that is how I come to apprehend and understand even what they say in Japan – though not knowing an iota Japanese actually.. when I in Stockholm or Copenhagen have seen those girls sitting laughingly – glances of love at me – with their Iphone, or Android – or Ipad or whatever computer, I have never glances even though I KNOW they look at me, my program.. I have just smiled back letting them know, feeling security, that letting them know I know.. and that our hearts are TOGETHER in this deplorable world against the jew devils’ dominion of the psychopathic ruling.. neither have I ever listened in on a talk about me – I have regarded it ‘their business’ ‘It is God’s business to save me’ – and this even if they were sitting just BESIDE me .. That is how my UNDERSTANDING has increased.. get it?? And thus I now have even what they say in Japanese.. ‘don’t you know bull fencing is forbidden in Islam??’ a scream as usual from the grand stand as the bull charges at the red cloth: Man!! You just wanna kill me , IT IS SO OBVIOUS – like no one can miss out on that fact actually.. go on sitting with your “sunni” act of rules – far detached from reality – .. while I go on living.. living being such a rare thing today, that the whole world concentrates upon me.. Blyth was right: even the greatest poem is ALWAYS INFERIOR to living.. so people want my texts AND they WANT ME.. even more.. my girls in Stockholm are just screaming crying wanting to kill themselves with a knife in their heart because of yearning and longing for me.. my texts are NOT ENOUG.. THEY WANT ME.. just that the jew devil Qufrs have forbidden us marrying and them loving me..
Man!! That screaming from the grand stand like.. you’re wanting to poopy my party.. better you don’t disturb ME – your path will take you to Hell – you have absolutely no understanding..
”And that¨s the point of it.. – splitting things apart.. Abdulhaqq is Abdulhaqq’d name, not Al-Haqq.. that’s Allah’s name (one of Allah’s beautiful 99 names that is known) not Al Haqq – Abdulhaqq says on the toilet – he says HIS OWN name..”