Hazlitt said: ’A lifetime of happiness!?? No one could stand it! It would be hell on earth!’ Well, I think he was wrong.. he didn’t simply understand Islam.. The Quran says, that after Isa, Aleyhi Salam, comes Ahmad (The One Most Praised) .. so that’s the key to it.. But the Qufrs were always trying to out the future as an already past.. A dark night of rain, I decided to go to the park.. Passing a prostitute that as usual smiled and kissed me (always on a little distance though) and asked if I wanted to buy her.. the young girl at the Ginza line subway had also asked the very same question.. I told her I will sell the diamond ring and get money, .. good she reminded me of it.. but that I don’t buy women.. she sitting shy on the seat beside me, not daring to lean back as not having a spontaineous orgasm.. I had to tell her after a station or two to lean back and relax.. I think she needed a pretext of some kind.. women always do when they are too hot.. And her girl friend beside her instructing her; ‘say I love you’ whispering.. I kissed her goodbye and saw her looking after me at the station, almost crumbling to her knees out of pleasure.. going back from Shibuya, I stopped in the stairwell hall, and girl with two friends, coming towards me, decided; ‘Now I shall do it!! I shall go forth and kiss him and let him take on my body!!’ she coming closer licking her lips staring straight into my eyes.. ‘now I shall do it!!’ she was in a trance.. ‘I will do it’ me gesturing those small signs, little kissing and arms outstretched.. And her heart pounding like hell, heavy and more heavy like breathing just excited.. just a meter from me, she didn’t dare to come closer.. They stop right by me all three, and then after a pause and a glance back at me.. turn back to the direction they came from.. I look after her and see that she is coming.. I can tell by the way a woman walks seeing it from behind, she has that like ‘I have comed’ look about her ass, so slutty and horny.. And I’m just like standing there looking after her ass until they get out of sight.. I stand there for 15 minutes waiting for her to come back.. But I guess she was coming too hard on me in phantasy, and so I went back the line towards Ueno..
And I get there and it is night and it is raining slightly.. Well, ‘a good time for being little able to think in the park’ I say to myself, but get the instinctive feeling as I walk past the prostitute begging me to buy her for dream picture, that ‘it could be dangerous’.. As I cross into the park I have that sudden feeling.. ‘be careful.. something is coming..’ and suddenly on the other side of the arena where those young 12 year old girls, a band of 7 (The Magnificient 7 girls..) sings songs about me for audience everyday, a bicycle with a strange uncouth looking man comes behind me.. my attention is at once arosen.. something in the way he is bicycling that is just not right.. I look out over the park and begins filming the rain falling on it.. Suddenly as I walk 100 meters past the point, I know it is there.. And my body turns around and looks at it straight; a dead rat lying on the way.. tail towards water, mouth towards the south.. And I know at once I was right.. something is waiting.. As I look standing there, on the strip of land, a straight of landway that has water on both sides of it, I think; ‘dangerous happening’ and see that darkness taking place at the end somewhere in darkness.. A man heavy built with a cap hiding his face in the darkness is seen approaching me on 50 meters distance.. ‘coordinator from See!! Eye!! Ey!!’ he comes towards me, and that is actually the reason I stopped at the juncture from the very beginning.. But Japanese friends of three, including a lover woman suddenly comes round the corner of some bushes and laughingly and loving me, breaking the ice of the danger.. ‘I see I was right..’ I think when the lumberjack built heavy guy had passed me.. ‘Most certainly a white American..’ I walk after my Japanese friends, and realize people of Japan are coming out to see me in the dark at the park.. There are sitting couples along the way, and the women and me laughing and loving on distance, while their spouse , a male, in Japan actually respects the women’s will of loving me.. and so I can freely express my love for any girl along the way, and then, sometimes the guy has to hold the woman back to not leave him and come into my arms which are there to embrace her.. I walk along the water, looking down on the big fishes in the pond, which wants a pearl in their mouth, opening it for the usual tourist food to be thrown down, and I get off the platform over the water because an empty street is meeting me.. the Japanese I saw on distance coming out to see me, having past and me and that empty street.. ‘filming.. be prepared’ I tell myself, since there is a sound in the air suddenly.. like the braying of donkeys, blended with some kind of sound of screaming monkies.. As I come closer I realize it is the strange rather small Japanese male coming towards me which are the performer of this crazy bitch sound filling my ears, and I at once grab my camera.. When he realizes he’s being caught, he stops with the sound.. And next thing I see is someone lying on the ground by the boat house renting out the pink swans the happy Japanese girls with their subjects which are steering them so they can love and laugh seeing me on the shore sitting on the bench doing my usual Sieg Heil movement.. ‘This is crazy black magic..’ I think.. and hold my camera tight.. Turns out the prone person in Islamic praying procession position is a built spooky white façade, like someone has put it there on purpose.. As I pass the boathouse looking towards the temple gate on my left; I see something scary in the darkness.. I don’t know what it is.. But as I have passed the bridge where the fishes gather to jump from one lake to the other, I catch my breath and realize I am scared.. Something is moving in the darkness across the water, and I know that it would be a death wish for me to enter there.. Suddenly a sexy woman, lightly dressed like many girls are in Tokyo, with an umbrella is releasing herself from the shadows, and walks in the direction I came from.. She is sauntering, ‘sexy calling ass’, I think.. I at once forget about the danger and think to myself ‘I follow her down.. damn it feels more safe to see an ass wanting me than this darkness..’ but instead I walk on.. I approach head on a girl that is standing there, letting her boyfriend film her, as she does sexy movements to music played on the phone, and I know she does it being horny for me.. I pass her, we laughing in each other’s faces, knowingly what the whole deal is about.. Having passed her I suddenly stop, looking out over the lake.. I take up my phone filming the dark scene of the lake, and I suddenly freeze a little; there is someone coming the opposite way.. HE also has a cap hiding his face, and I keep standing there filming, knowing I will catch the knife murderer on tape; as he passes, smaller than the See!! Eye!! Ey!! Agent , but lumberjack built, and fat, at least a little fat, like all murderers, I see it to my horror!!; he has his face chalked like a ghost.. ‘I was close to fall into the trap..’ I think, and praise God to have led me on the right track.. Looking after him I realize the woman at the boat house is not coming the other way, round the lake.. I should have seen her by this time, but maybe she went right at the crossing, I think.. And the girl is still dancing making sex for me on distance while her obvious boyfriend is filming her.. and I keep on standing there looking at the scene.. And feel a sudden happiness.. Allah promised Imam Mahdi he would defeat Satan, ‘and that happened’ I think to myself.. All in all, as I cross towards the whore street to kiss on my loving women working as prostitutes like so many others in Tokyo, being happy in their work with no shame, ‘a whore is just a poor woman wanting money’ I feel satisfied anyway with the walk despite the danger.. I had some time to contemplate and have some thoughts appear, and that was worth the whole enterprize of risking my life a little, and the black magic I don’t care.. I have much protection from Allah.. I think a little like Izzy Young throwing his hands up in the air so charmingly.. And a happy feeling reaches me when I come to the station.. all the commotion.. And I now know: ‘We have ‘The secret of us’, that is my party with my girls.. and then we have the opposite party; ‘The Sour us’ which my slut Olivia Rodriguez sings about in her album, ‘Sour’ with such songs as ‘Vampire’ and ‘Drivers License’ .. 15 billion streams it had reached.. and so we were all happy.. ‘It is all good’ like the term I learned from J. Testaren, that little fat murderer whom decided to deprive me of everything, apartment, money, health, and looks instead.. but he was the one fucked up’ed in the end, and I, I now suddenly realized, being in the middle of Tokyo a mega world super star, was the actual winner against Satan..
And Maria Zakharova, Russian Spokeswoman, was so accurate as she could be in her statement about the cocain sniffing addicts of The master of puppets, being control raped in their brain, and then implementing it as mind control upon the poor population of Europe, whom, like in Sweden, was brainwashed to think ‘they had a good deal’ ‘everything is so much worse at other parts of the world’ ‘we are having it good here in Sweden’ not realizing themselves being totally sucked out and drained by the vampires, like cattle used for tax money.. that was why they had it ‘so easy and calm’ up there, because there was no resistance against the dominion of the psychopaths; they were simply fools whom fooled others, mainly their own children, and let the system brainwash them.. if it succeeded, that was ‘a happy children’.. everything being overtly expensive, and you getting no direct quality for the money.. All the restaurants being 10 times more expensive than the restaurants in Tokyo, and not as nice even.. and the food coming out at the other end of the body as soon as you came home, or in worse scenario, previous that event.. and NO toilets to visit in Stockholm.. so that you had to walk in on a club or fast food restaurant, if you knew the coat, and you getting more and more stressed; ‘if I am denied access to this club!! What should I do!! The shit is about to hit the fan and come out at the other end..’ you staring in horror on the whole situation, while sexy girls passed you.. and for me, that was accosting and glances.. while for others they didn’t exist.. I was the light of the heart of women; I had seen it in Stockholm, Malmö, Copenhagen and now Tokyo on my trip.. The thing was a fact.. not to be grappled with.. And in Tokyo my food was cooked right in front of me, by nice waitresses and cooks, and me drinking 4 glasses champaigne was absolutely no problem economically.. just 20 bucks or something, and the dinner.. so that as I leave, I have only paid the neat sum of 35 dollars for the whole evening.. Not the speak about the nightclubs in Tokyo, which are much better; the house getting packed as soon as after I’ve entered, the queue already becoming long as I stand there looking at the now rather nervous entrance guards, knowing they have a life dangerous master facing them, and being so nice and shoveling me in in a little haste, and sexy girls whom work as part time prostitutes on the streets of Shibuya coming forth, a walking bar with liquor in their belts, and she says: ‘100 yen for a shot’ well.. that’s nothing.. and as I drop 500 on the floor she says: ‘500 is alright also..’ well, that’s also nothing.. at least compared with nightmare Stockholm, where that would be 1700 yen.. and you would at once lose a lot of money partying together.. so we party all evening me and the whores, kissing out and almost making it with out mouths.. getting really drunk.. but me as Murshid being used to always be in an intoxicated state; and I yell to her my beby; ‘The girls say being with me is LSD and heroic together.. so there is no problem.. I can drink any amount of drug, and still be totally fine..’ since my darling is beginning to wonder, screaming ‘really??’ as I again confirm after her coming forth to me, that we have another round of liquor.. Well.. and the poor duck pond Swedes sitting up there repeating: ‘we have it so good in Sweden..’ and the male with breast tones echoing: ‘sure we have it good..’ so idiotically fooled by the system.. Anyway Maria said this about the cocain brainfucked addicts of the jew devils:
”In the video: the President of France, the Prime Minister of Britain, and the Chancellor of Germany.
Having pushed Zelensky into yet another hellish intrigue to sabotage a settlement and continue the bloodshed in Europe, like in the joke, the Frenchman, the Englishman, and the German got on a train and… took a hit.
Apparently, they did it so thoroughly that they forgot to hide their paraphernalia (a little baggie and a spoon) before the journalists arrived.
The fate of Europe is being decided by dependent and temporary figures—in every sense of the word.
Incredible footage. It’s as if the Almighty Himself is pulling back the curtain on this foul gathering, so that ’those with eyes may see.’
In 2022, I asked a Western ambassador: ’How can you supply weapons to the unbalanced drug addict Zelensky? He’s been on cocaine for years!’
And I got the reply: ’For the EU, that’s normal — many Western leaders use.'”