Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Monday, May 08, 2006 And Heaven Is Crying

Monday, May 08, 2006
And Heaven Is Crying

I met a man called weirdly: Israel, I met him at the shopping centre, and sat on a bench feeling depressed while white women moved round with their buggies like a circling of dogs, or perhaps lost women too afraid to use their MOUTHS to speak, asking why they will be in the lower worlds, probably honey, because I don't even know your sorry ass. anger. yes, television witches again. Mogging has become a slang word in Australia now, INVENTED by me, thank you. Strike One. I should go play baseball. Because I'm good a t imaging hitting peoples heads around, heightened concentration...please.

Someone, a friend who I cried about getting killed in Israel, while women sang to Jesus in a conservatory on a roof, in a huge house surrounded by barbed wire with beautiful tapestries hanging all the way up the stairs and dining tables everywhere with candles and red wine, or rather water, has a drunken effect, apparently they put cocaine in English river, ANYWAY, he died years ago, and; was discussed, last week or so...

'He was not a dag.'

Indeed, but he was a good man, he punched someone in the face, a man I would rather not describe but was appreciative of the act, and also he had a tarantula tattoo, that was rubbed off when I spoke to him in the birds, if you could understand this local mentality you would observe that certain men, believe they are his man...he says in no uncertain terms, that the other world he was in before was full of 'pig men.' And he likes drinking beer.

So, he got there and I thought that was rather selfish of me. Considering his family...

Israel, I liked him straight away, he is from Europe, he was in the army shooting planes down rather than shouting or talking them down...

And the air hostess, who says everyone calls her an Air Ho...she says I met her in Ibiza, now this was 5 years ago, I have no recollection of her but she flies over 3 times a day, her shift was changed last night, and I upset her slightly by telling her how I didn't really like Ibiza, particularily San Antonio a province of England, though it was fun drinking cheap champagne with a friend at 7 o'clock in the morning in a swimming pool and then falling asleep on a cliff in the midday sun...I make her laugh, I heard her one night, hearing me mutter a few Itailian phrase words I have learnt, and her telling me that made her come...I believe in my heart hopefully that she is not FAT, and also she made a Jewish declaration and if indeed she mixed it with that comment...then in the words not of Bonnie Prince Charlie a relation of mine, but rather the words of Queen Victoria I am not amused...She actually made this hilarious though not in my agony at the time, spurious commment, when I replied that white light flashed in front of my eyes, at that moment, perhaps she is a talking dog, though I know of no one calling talking Dogs air ho's and I have also begun to tell her so, in my reality of walking around this house with scars all over my body, and my left eyeball hanging out of my socket...which is not amusing...

Where am I in this random news, I'm trying to write about mine and hers agony, but also, 'we are fine'...today, though both of us are going rather mad...

Israel is good looking, and when he arrived into the space in the shopping centre I liked him straight away, in fact when I looked at him, I noticed his eyes flashed white like a UFO flying through his sight...

Friday night, I have spent the whole week on what I call a mission, to find my earthly wife, THOUGH like a TV witch she continues to call me a pig, (and two nights ago, said I love you, pig, which made me melt on the floor outside with an inner phew, she likes writing so she can write this mess better than I could, it was unfortunate through the powers that be that we can talk through the television to each other, and when I put on a silly voice to her, that; 'I will make you my Queen (Irish)' I actually this time look at the televison to see that a woman is running through Eygpt past pyramids, and I laugh worriedly that she herself may have believed she was hearing a Pharoah, AND MAN wouldn't I just run screaming and tearing my hair out in the middle of Cairo, if I heard that, so quickly thanks to my other wife's ingenuity, I waved my hand and added a Hebrew King, with out even thinking becasue, according to The philosphy Index FORMAL SEMNATICS (use of words, wait let me read up on this a moment, truth conditions, and the way words are used let me quote: set theoretical constructs used in specifying models are not restricted to domains of real entites but include objects (read persons (my own added explanation) existing in other possible worlds and other times. In other words my truth is becoming misconstured into words that are indeed affecting my high parameters with low opinion) are out of control in my own too need for Buddhism mind) I got her address, through her and God, though so doubtful and DUMB I spent 3 days trying to work out if my ears were connected to my brain...I spent Monday and Tuesday or left a break on Wednesday to knock on lots of people's doors, through a series of trying to USE MY OWN BRAIN, by asking a friend who knows her

This week has been about SEXUALITY.

And the problems I face, until I have no face, we agree we are now in the modern world but if Adel calls me a lesbian in my head when I am waiting in the street for a woman who will be my second wife, talking to a friend, hoping the friedn does not think I am saying about her but replies, 'You gay, I'm not a man, I'm bisexual', two days later when it registers that my little sister is mumbling that I am on the phone to another weird man...so that was a comment I ignored...

Being a woman here was a challenge, because I have never been a man, thoguh I am a man there...in what they call the upper worlds, who would have thought I would develop two souls and end up with neither...souls I mean, Adel says if I wish to marry this woman, which is rather forward as I still am yet to wander to her house then she won't look...AS she annoyed me the other night by talking to me through the maid through my sister looking in a pool of mirrors, while my sister was asleep...and dreaming and perhaps playing whilst she gets sentimental and says she can see me lying on the bed unable to sleep in repose, yes.

So, the idea of lesbianism is now concluded after this week that Adel will not even look at us...

Back to yesterday night...and what this young woman I refer to as Daphne and also what Adel has done to me, and my patheticness, whilst I am sitting in a house with Israel, in a small house which has tiny rooms as bedists much smaller than mine, where he lives with strangers who are mostly Polish that he never even gets to talk to, while they all go to work at different times, and have a tiny shared kitchen with a light that never switches off in the bathroom, where the window is smashed and the walls cannot be painted even though I have offered to do that, which you cannot do though I have done that in my bedsit which I cannot do, and when the eletrcity comapny gives me the RIGHT phone number, then perhaps he can see me there, , and you'll realise while he hasnt called me yet talking and listening and being unable yet again to have a proper conversation because, while we were talking about violence or rather the way he feels depressed in England, I have little compassion or no words are able to come out of my stupid mouth, apart from we are dead, (when we are not), and someone says 'I hate you' into my head, and Daphne is shouting you pig and you dog, through the TV upstairs, and I get hit by a massive headache, as my Dad is at work claiming I am Mohammed, Blessed Be His Name, without even saying blessed be his name...I have to ly on the bed, and he makes me green tea, and I eat a nutrigrain, but unfortunately I shout something about Polacks, which is a word I don't even know, and I talked about Pool which I wished I hadn't we just talked about our nightmares...and the local pizza man gave him attitude so like an Italian Godmother I had to give him attitude...and I think I really like him....but did not stay on his bed, thoguh he relaxed me by talkking about how he put bottles of water on his head to get rid of a headache when he was in the army, as I'm laying there holding my head, mogifying, and he plays with a ruler and sits there, which relaxes my aching legs...and he likes my eyes, and storkes my hair and says he likes my hair but it isn't even wierd, and I would much have prefered to have stayed there, while he slept next to me, or on the floor like we agreed he should...rather than wlka around all night hear, with a blanket wrapped round my head and body reading Philosophy yet talking to her at the same time, and finding out that:

They wrote to Socrates, or was that Plato...Plato...

So I wander the house, tell her I will make love to her, CANT SLEEP...and wrap myself in another blanket on the wodden floor, and then get up to walk to the cigarette shop in the rain, where she tells me the men are racist, adn

she purrs...

So I wake up this afternoon, walking round the garden in the rain...BIG TROUBLE, not that bloody film,

ER....and now we are fine...except I wake up saying I have made love to her, and repeat it again...

In front of television witches...

As for the blaspheming, ENOUGH....

I don't think I have the confindence to go to Daphnes, I knocked on the house the other day, recognised a car but stupidly, didn't realise the old lady there, was her grandmother and only said I had a letter to deliver, which really isn't even a proper letter, and didn't give her her name,

And then thoguht I should have joined her for a cup of tea to talk about her life and cried without actual tears forming like I did at Israels....

Tomorrow, morning when I get this together...

Also, I heard before I went to sleep that Israel wants to make me his wife, this is a little too quick...and he sent me a text message that I missed wishing me goodnight....

Read Dilemmas, in Philosphy...



If I had the time and talent and I could write what Adel and I discussed earlier,

thigns dont look too good, for UFOS...

2 comments:

gwendolen said...

Hi there! i do not understand why it is important to specially muslims to read your blog but.. Anyway, i´ll hope that you´ll find the right solution for you about this whole weddingthing. What ever you choose, i´ll hope you´ll have a great life. Best wishes, Mikaela

Crystal said...

Hey.

You commented on my blog.
How odd.

Do we know each other?
Should be?