The secret of us not telling anything about it.. the 5 year old was thinking..
Welll.. as Mr. Idioto was sitting there on the bench in the imperial garden in Tokyo Japan, he was wondering about his mania.. Why was he so happy.. He felt like he cracked if he did not show his extreme thankfulness after buying those pencils..
‘something special maybe with the pencil’ he thought and looked at it.. It was a beautiful piece of art, and he recounted the Japanese Yen in his mind to Swedish krona.. ‘1300 yen.. that is about 80 swedish krona.. about 8 dollars.. ‘ very strange .. well, he didn’t have time to think about it..
‘beautiful work of art’ was all he had time to think before the public again took over his attention, wanting him to love them to death as usual.. meaning, his death in their minds..
He had a program that was supposed to prove ‘laa ilaha il allah’ meaning there is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is His messenger, Allah thus said with him being the program leader without knowing it, him telling the public long ago to ‘never ever tell him ever about the existence of the program.. then you yourself will get into it.. but at the same time, you are not allowed to use things coming forth on the program against me.. that’s a fair deal right??’ he was saying, and finally everybody on earth was agreeing ..
Well he was looking at the pencil, thinking about Allah with his program saying the opposite of the Qufr:’the Qufr had a version of Basho’s great poem:
By the lonely mountain path,
The scent of plum blossoms
And suddenly someone hit me in the face..
That was the Qufr version of:
Along the distant mountain path
The scent of cherry blossoms
And on a sudden!, the rising sun!
So the Qufr said: We love you and kill you.
And Allah said: If you do not love my Messenger I WILL kill you..
That was funny but true, the funny version and equivalent of the Qufr’s disease in their hearts..
Father telling his son:
Once upon a time there was a figure like Jesus the Master.. Don’t become like him my son..
Showing the son pictures of Jesus getting crucified he told his son:
I will not tell you again, and don’t need to tell you.. You will understand.. Don’t be a light of love like this guy!!
Pointing again on Jesus in an anguished position on the cross, Jesus face totally grinning in pain and anguish..
‘You get son what we do with you if you are not in on the beef.. we kill what we love slowly but surely.. get it..??’
Son nodding his head, in total shock and actual disagreement, and that the father of the 5 year old of course really understands, so he says:
‘you will get used to it as time passes on.. but REMEMBER; never become like this scamming stalking sucker loser..’
That made the son almost getting into machine mode, it was almost like you heard the clogs of the satanical dark black mills in the sons reptile brain, ticking him up like a clock.. And suddenly his soul wasn’t there, but just ‘a good ol’ boy’ you will be one day ‘who obeys your father.. makes a career.. marries a woman.. and gets children.. and that’s it.. it is THE CIRCLE OF LIFE’..
The son’s eyes went like gone in tears suddenly, and tears was streaming down his chins.. He was very sad and cried hard against his father’s shoulder which was hard as rock.. But that was the support in this life.. ‘Fame won’t love you like a mother and a father should’ Sia sings, and having LSD as her kickback, she goes up in a beautiful ‘I’m a genius to perfection, I will take it to erection’, and the son suddenly felt an enlightening thud in his body, and knew, that this was the answer.. To suffer for his love, but not tell his father about it.. They could have a ‘normal’ conversation, and then he would have his own life finally.. It was a soothing thought and thinking about the possibility of the miracle of love, he went into his room having a vision.. He dreamt a woman came down on him like a white dove from the sky, and the pleasure of that was so high, he forgot about the danger..
Next day as he came out for breakfast, he was smiling at his father, but knowing he shouldn’t tell him anything about it..