Stupid Son of a bitch SSK

And SSK (Scammer Stalker Kalle) And Satan before he fell from heaven was maestro of The heavenly hosts singing hallelujas – and me today a maestro greater than Herbert Blomstedt, just waved my emperor garden pencil I stamped real emperial commandments with, and was enjoying long the bath in the imperial breeze, stamping the commandments with the pencil and ‘silence’ – and silence extended immediately – we were like satan – a genius but satan had fallen – and was deceiving.. ‘and that seemed to be the whole point of it: if I (underlined) said how it was – how it was suddenly WAS MY FAULT – they shot the messenger..’ they denied the revelation of Allah they crucified the truth – but The Slave of Truth was now in Tokyo – and here The slave of Truth the commander of the faithful, could speak out his mind about what everybody already knew – just like in Stockholm – AND NOT get crucified but praised instead – becoming In Shaa Allah, the commander of a whole nation.. And the clock was ticking towards doomsday.. ‘this is it..’ I said.. ‘they are as much whores as they can be – all accordingly individually eehh.. circumstances.. and so everybody getting to be sellouts on their love attractiveness.. like Allah says: ‘och så har vi gjort allt på jorden som ett medel för dess skönhet att vi må testa jordens invånare i bättre handlingar’ (18:7  )’åh min tjänare ska du sätta ditt liv på spel i den traumatiska trolösheten på detta sanna ord’ ’och säkerligen kommer vi reducera det till ett barskt landskap förgörande allt på dess yta’ so the whore seems like the way in the middle, but with Satan and Death as companions on her sides it is getting damn scary..’ I said.. ’bal taqthiruna al hayytal dunya wa al achiratu chayrun wa abaqa’ ‘and still you are preferring the worldly life, though the coming of eternity is far better in status’ as the next last line of Sura The Above is ending.. what the hell, couldn’t they even give a penny for Allah’s sake, the whole population of the earth!!, thank God we have Japan and we will enjoy to bath in the imperial breeze long time, moving our sunflower fan..’

And still in Absurdistan the Qufrs brainwash destroyed and destructed everything beautiful.. their favourite victims to bury alive was light hearted people whom was proving by them performing on the street for example, that they were not sellouts.. ‘and you are not good enough either’ was the smeer ‘smile’ in the face as they some months later let you out of the ‘mental hospital’ (whole of Sweden was actually one big bio-lab) they planned as the end line as you staggered out as a wreck on the streets again, your voice now broken in half at least.. The main to qualify for this ‘treatment’ “you cost 500 bucks a day!! It IS NOT MANY GETTING IN HERE.. “ (feel priviledged they smiled.. you being totally brainraped, not knowing what to say actually.. your answer if you let it out was of course a scream and attack..) (SA).. ‘you qualified upon these grounds: you were among the vulnerable people.. you were gifted.. and number 3: HA HA: you needed money.. that is what we call ‘to be poor’ in the trade.. eyy. You wanted to be ‘pure’ well now we poison you perpetually.. and judging upon your look, like a wreck haunting the streets, well, you will never ‘get cured’ as they say in Texas Oil business, that is, getting more money then you need for a little shitty apartment and some foodstuff at the highest.. ‘ok’ the victim said gloomy and defiantly, shrugging his shoulders giving up his will as he passed out the guarded gates of the department.. but no guards to be seen and them being made of glass you could see through, the world outside was lying down there, he could see, but the trauma awaiting to be seen as a wreck in society, his image getting totally blown to pieces.. as long as he was inside the department and nobody but nododies saw him, it felt sort of like a protected sphere, even though it was the most horrifying hell on earth you could think of.. but his old girlfriends was out there and would see him on the street and almost not recognize him but still KNOW it was him.. and turn away of course.. nothing else was ever possible.. except by a miracle of Allah.. ‘hell.. what is awaiting me’ the gifted singer told himself, as he gloomily slumped down the stairs from the department with a bottle of pills in his hand which felt even more dirty and pig fat like totally schizophrenic..

And the master was standing there joking with his Tokyo women as usual all day, “next day I will take 3.. (showing with fingers, us laughing).. “3” (laughing even more) before crossing the street they look again – it getting green – laughing faces of love ‘L-L-L..’  I say.. and show my mug shot I’m drinking from.. ‘the sea-vitamin’ I say ’out of.. I am trying to tell the monkeys..’ I say and we all laugh like our asses off instantly.. I hold up the cup and show them the text beautiful the name of the Hotel ‘Apa’ (we all begin to laugh as Hell and I walk across the street the street light having turned green for us pedestrians thinking with amusement about how many women are waiting to come up to the hotel and undress naked.. but instead running through the streets of Tokyo as I approach with laughing mouths looking back at me in total panic so hot in their vaginas that their knees crumble as we are about to ‘make it’ to the taxi) but doesn’t dare – even though I’ve told them room number.. A phenomena phenomenal..

‘och fast jag håller snorren mot solen så kom’ ja’ int på’ like the genial humour group Kaj sang in ’Good Bye Human’

The Swastica was spinning D’evil out of control constantly, and the sun also rises..

I quoted the genial Finland-Swedish based now in Sweden but from Nils K.s mother’s home village band Kaj, whom won the Eurovision song contest 2025.. And my girls laughed, they knew Swedish words from me, and sort of understood like ‘take of TROSORNA’ I said, and they at once knew what I wanted and ‘ordered’ it being a funny play between us, it was not permitted to use Zen to ‘order’ sex, but women always needed a pretext, so it was most ‘fun’ when I ‘ordered’ them what we already knew we all wanted to do, me and the women going up into a cloud of orgie almost constantly..

Well to go back to the story.. It was the SSK Such ‘cocksucker’ as Izzy Young called them so blatantly.. their mental illness everything that was wrong with the world we were currently living in.. and now SSK really wanting to get his hands on me, he fantasised every evening before going to sleep – his hands around my throat slowly suffocating me to death state of hypocrisy hypnosis like a boa constrictor in collusion with cobra eyes so transfixingly.. ‘satan sin and death’ sort of.. the victim that was still living and not a machine – screaming: ‘you have to be perfect! Like a machine (you see??) and since you are still living – we are certain ‘it’ will never happen and then there is a breach – which there will be – in your otherwise perfect behaviour – ‘ SSK were screaming in my ear as I lay there sleeping happily ‘then we will have a perfect explanation why we shall deprive of all your women (which is OUR dream)’ I was still lying there dreaming not consciously actually of what was going on around me.. And SSK keeps screaming – miracle I didn’t wake up in all the commotion he was causing with his illness.. Well.. and suddenly SSk gave a sharp tone ‘you shall will know my name is SSK!!! You mother mother mother fucker fucker fucker sucker sucker sucker’ and he was making liptard-ness with his lips.. he was cursing with his mouth making smacking sounds ‘and no more program just so you know.. what a delusion – that YOU be the master of Japan!!! Where did you get that delusion from?? Now we never let you out, at least never back to Japan Aaldrig I livet! Aldrig I livet! Aldrig I livet!’ as we made Kjell Espmark scream as we finally managed to carry him out to the grave that was waiting him a long long time ‘living so long’ ‘may you live that long’.. H A H A..Never!’ SSK was screaming, ‘do you hear that you self contemplating suck, sitting there looking at your own navel all day.. eeyy.. JP.. now you can do that in the yelp-thesis-bed – if your stupid head can reach that far up in bed.. and no international relations will be ever be permitted to nourish again.. Helix is your sweet place always from now my friend’ that last utterance by SSK seemed malplacé actually – but in line with the rest of the bullshit he was delivering.. And SSK kept on ranting, miracle I did not wake up from my pleasant sleep.. but I heard him registered in my subconscious mind.. ‘and as our boss said ‘ he screamed yell shrilly with his mouth open just some centimetres from my right ear.. Funny position.. And my penis suddenly moved, I came into a pleasant dream namely, yet conscious of his assaulting.. ‘a pencil’ he scream yell shrilly, ‘IS A WEAPON.. here you will have no weapons, you get it!! It will be locked in and you will never see a pencil again that is!’ ‘A WEAPON!!!’ and he was smiling triumphantly like the point wasn’t clear enough already ‘you will never be a writer !! anyway YOU ARE NOT THAT YET’ and SSK tilted his head little to the side, ‘anyway nobody read your books right?? They are stuck drawer until the day you die.. something one saves.. which will be very long far away.. the recognition.. until that day, we will get you used to lying in the coffin so when it happens, you will not be so very scared about the scenario.. YOU WILL NOT SCREAM’ SSK screamed leaning even closer to my right ear, getting into some kind of frenzy position, like it got him high to scream all these stupid things to me when I not even registered but was lying there sleeping.. and I though ‘when will this stupid sucker stop ranting..’ well.. – Jinn Juri came with his Jiu Jutsu and I woke up and the room was empty.. ‘what was that’ I asked Jinn Juri.. ‘just a wind going through the room’ Jinn Juri said ‘it was cold though’ I objected ‘it has been peak summer all since I arrived in Tokyo 8th April ..’ ‘ well sometimes it is a little cold in the night.. then you take a blanket – and not a wet one.’ Jinn Juri smiled knowingly.. ‘ok.. I usually wake up stiff.. ‘ I objected his implied meaning, ‘then it’s not from D’evil.. that’s only when it comes in the evening.. ‘ me thinking, it is the evening of civilisation so no matter what you do it seems liable to come the devil, but the love of the women was from God of course.. none expected women to come out fighting as soldiers.. still this was what was about and going to happen since there were no men left.. only cowards.. and those ‘muslims’ sitting there spitting contemptfully with their mouths, claiming, just out of the blue air like a black cloud, that the WOMEN loving me was from the devil.. ‘only thing needed for the evil to win is for the good people to remain unactive..’ those so-called ‘pious’ people speaking about themselves in 3rd person as usual .. and that was the thing about them, them always claiming ‘God can’t do this, God can’t do that’ like they owned God themselves, just because they had chosen to ‘believe’ as officially picture like in their everyday life.. ‘and then my coterie has to get it and know that I am successful in the path I’ve chosen.. SO GOD HAS TO DO EVERTYHING FOR ME..’ Blyth making the same mistake in the same sentence as speaking the truth about the ‘pious’ people so called, getting into the misunderstanding of Christianity.. just because a slave of God drew so close to Him that God became his ears he hears with, eyes he sees with and disgusting skin that he feels with, then that didn’t mean that Allah identified and became that person.. ‘We crucified Christ so that was God..’ the Qufrs are most complacent in saying ‘that was IT so to speak..’ no God was still separate.. ‘where did you get that from??’ And Jinn Juri understood my point.. And my personal guard JJ with his marital arts of JJ went out with his gun pointing, the uninvited guest could be heard fumbling around making stupid bungling sound.. JJ followed to check the status.. ‘it was close’ I told myself as he closed the door behind him – and I heard him scream to the sucker ‘don’t let the door hit you on the way out..’ ‘well.. that was it!’ I sighed and went into hallucination dream with one of my worshipping women..

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