Yall cool with me! From what i can see, you Sistas, most of yall look right! for real! you know who you sistas remind me of? Guess who? let me talk back to black with ya! check this: there is a girl, an elect, who chilled dem brothers out, right?! Come oown, Yall know who ima say now? thats right! Yall Sistas looking like you like candy! Maximum respect! cause i like me some candy! for real! here in this mess called toruń, i most love the place above all places for getting some serious eating: the Food shack called... Louisiana, Toruń. The bestest of all da eateries there is; this side of reality! Welcome sistas! Now, yall look good, but it is not myself that deals with what goes down in yo part of the area, i know i know too little and not enuf. But We all Have the power! We all Have the Power of the Few! and we all have the Power of Few! ima taught one of Few! Shes bin telling me long time: Please Brothas, Yall can go on killing yaselves, u can! But! Please brothers, Please! we all on the same side! i am the least colourful of all the black men! i have nothing to give but my soul! my color is minimal gs me colors aint enuf to go around for yall, for all the bs. I cant do what i cant do! But i do love yall very, very, very muchfully sincerely for really and i wantchyall on your baddest behavio(u)r: no murdering! no slaughtering of innocents! You will not murder, you will not kill the white man, (i know yall can!, yall way too prepared for this in advance... believe me, ive bin under the white man me whole life, an it was totally shite, completely evil, utterly grievious, nervewrecking, i have not been sleeping well my whole life. All my life i would l - allow me to inhale some legal nicotine -......smoking is good for you. i know this for a fact...ive been a smoker all me life...and check this... me life has and is and will only continue to get way beta, i mean wahabeta at yahuwa eloheika style situation, because AluHim has always been me only Odeika, my only force. I have no force but the Aleph the Tau, in This....sorry, just cant keep off the coffee either... the best coffee i ever drank, i is drinking this time right now: Fresh market (Żabka in poland), but its from Tanzania, its from the black man, and with deep regret, i say this, deep regret, i feel for yall... its a german corp and its a...w8.. im so slow because in ubuntu all the drivers u have to load thru clear thinking and i have been doing too much... my scanner is down, i will send fresh pix, i swear on my head!, may i die if i am lying 2 yall...Tanzania Karatu 100% Arabika... day break, turn the lights on...the hills? of Ngorongoro beside the Ngila Reserve... Yo! me know that this place is rocking from da beginning, i can feel it...i wanna go to there an lie me down of the local lions, me know how to treat a lion as a bed cause the man kevin Richardson, he does this on the regular, he de original the genuine jungle boy...u see, i was taught back in london to be a monkey! im serious! this was one of the first lessons! yall check this out! remember Disneys the Jungle Book? well me thought i was supposed to be like the man Mowgli... and maximum respect to yall i was in fact raised by wolves and thieves, and hienas, and bears, and dogs, and cats, and all colors, all of them. i am no star. i do not want any of yous to believe in me. please do not! i am not He! i can not save! i have bin saved! and a have become what everyone wanted and noone allowed: the universal brother, throw me out, but what for? i am already out! way outta here! im in the place where the white boys send in the darknest of the whites and my own family is way too shook to come here. Toruń, thorn is a vast graveland... i wanna walk in Graceland!... in my part of the area! look on the map! there are about 4-5+ immense cemeteries, graveyards, places of death and dirt and syf and the like, the whole place stinks to the shemaim... sometimes i choke in douglas, sometimes i breathe with difficulty in sephora...no doubt those sweets are sweet...but this place stinks, it stinks worse everyday... i used to walk all the graveyards...all of them... this is a strange hobby i must have picked up in london. For a reason i do not understand, i used to walk among the dead, because i was dead, maybe? i felt a weird peace from the solitude of the silence in these places. i would ride my bike, one of many. In london, i had about 15+ bikes, most of them were Claud Butler, and they just kept a going and they just kept a coming back...1 going down: harry would pay the insurance firm 50 quid and they would send in a new one, just like the one b4, big thick assym. alu 6060? pipes all welded by hand, each joint was special...now i know TIG welding is a skill! still i havent done any... because i still am tryin 2 but a Tig welder, a nd its tough wanting and not canning, being able, and not being operative....the bikes would be taken... somehow... each bike had a new owner real happier with it than i was too keep it... it dont matter at all to me 2day...it just wasnt enough 2 hold me... i dont need protection against the lions and the hienas, i want the lions and the hienas, its the tech that is oh soo controlled, and the hills of Africa, thay oh soo free... free for you, and free for me... i wanna lie on the ground, i wanna bathe in the sea, in wanna feel the sunshine in my face... i wanna tear down the walls that hold us all away...i wanna reach up and worship AluHim, because all these streets, all these streets have no name to me anymore! they never did... now i have started to remember the names, b4 when i walked the streets it was just 1 walk, the streets were matterless to me and rightly so, they still are... i have too much culture and good! and i have no civilization and Better! and Wahabeta AT YaHuWa Aloheika, Alobeika, Alosheika....me odeika! i still do not know hebrew, but from what i am told, its really Avery... the primal Tongue...yall can teach me... there is a crater there in Ngorongoro...water from the stream of Endoro gives this unique coffee its more than magical taste... it tastes of chocolat and it taste of toffee... and you know me: this is my happiness: to drink with all my brothers from many mugs, many cups, many glasses, many vessels, all at once...what we drink, dont matter at all...it must come from the ground, the sky has to have watered it, the rivers, they have helped too, the seed, this is our Fathers doing, i am forever thankful...the rain and the snow, the waters above and the waters below, the seasons, the weather, the winds, the air, the clouds, the grasses, the animals, even the rats, they all way too clever for anyone too understand fully, so we all can fathom, we all can walk, we all must stop trying, we must not hesitate...what you are going to do: do quickly, do it now, but if you aint loving...please brothers, sisters, know for sure, that if you aint loving, u aint living and what is worse, much worse... please do not die, until you have not loved, until you do not only love, you can never say of your ver self in your heart: i have lived, because i have loved, i have forgiven everyone everything for what they have done to me...even if they havent done it...my brother JJ told me yday that im slow, and he right, ima slow mo because me behind is killin me. now its better, them turks, they always knew how too kneel...our mother Barbara...she was relentless with the culture thing... she had this kneeling tool which was basically a Tau...the seeds im eating...they too give me strength...like this shop on facebook...cause the owner, Edyta, she just upped and left for london, she and Przemek i hear they big in london... the shop where i buy my health food is ekochata here in toruń, the owner Edyta is big in London... and let me tell you, she has some nasty coffee flavas... yall go get yu some...please do not ever become my taught ones; never! i am being taught, i am still in the demixing, what has become of me is an alloy of various metals, i am too many and not one yet. i have been drinking silver to destroy my disease, and it has worked... i do not need any sleep, i lay my head down and close my eyes, i am awake... my neurology is way cooler than ever, i do not overheat, i do take the heat, i eat, i overeat, i am thin, im lean, im small, im powerful, im parkour capable, i walk toruń looking at the tall cranes, the ones the brothers manned that built your nation, the ones i always feared...yet...w8 when i lived in london, addison road, 59 woodsford square... i used to walk on the roofs... i used to hurdle across many roofs, then parkour was underground in france i guess...it was a french brother man ting and cool, im down with all brothers, but the man Anton Karlovac, this boy was fly, there was this odd event... it was decided that there wouldbe a roof party... we had this green astroturf fake lawn on the roof...there was a skywindow of probably pilkington (respect!) glass with the steel? grid inside and the windows where the strangest, london town is strange, and i miss it truth be said...the party was started and the guests poured in...now to reach the roof it was necessative to pass thru the toilet, the bathroom on the 3rd floor, our floor, JJs and oskars floor, where we lions roared like we were told 2. So the guest kept coming and there appeared these men: Bijam Benham of Notting Hill Gate...i believe...there probably was Marco Jreidini the ruler of the Kensington Scene, did Mariah Riachi attend? i do not remember... the Swedish women, my neighbours from across the road, they did not come... did Fahed come, i do not know? There were 2 brothers 2 djs neighbours 2 terraces down Northside, i think they opposed, they were the Lords of the Rollerskating scenario... this was b4 the days of rollerblades and there was a family, highly happy people, but thay had this against me: i was a piromaniac, i was always burning stuff down :) ok. ok.ok ima laughing out load... dont listen 2 me. i want friends only! i am not anyones teacher, i am the universal brother...thank you for the laughter, ima smiling like the sun it ainta shinning...had an uncontrollable outburst of laughter, still smiling... so do not burn things down, because it will only give you many followers, just of the wrong variety, shape, color, noise, and character, bad character... ima say it last: character! Character goes a long way! i have to be way more charming than a prince if i am to walk with yall. i must charm yall with service! use me any way yall want 2. I am to serve you. May name is worthless 2 me, wear it out yall, i have a vast stock of nothingness. if you want some comedy...check these men...coz u gonna anyways, right? if i tell u not to you will and if i tell you to you, wont not, right? Brian Regan...He is - according 2 me Mr. Comedy! why? because his act is almost clean...a t least squeaky clean... its a real brother who can find the dirt in Brian. if you want to, i suggest, you listen 2 George, but remember to not! share your women! remember to not! share your men! if you want to check out me main man Louis C K, but do not do what he does: You shall, Brothers, Have 1 wife, You shall, sisters have 1 Husband, you should be faithful and love only your other half above all loves in this world. your homes will be blessed so much that eveything you begin will turn into proverbial gold, all you touch will become sweetness and light, you will all forget the days of walking gloomy, you will all join hands, and you should forgive the white man, especially the local police, because they the most shook, cause you brothers are fuming for so long, that all you do is smoke and fire, which leaves the white man burnt out ashes, so if you wanna talk about a relovetion... Yes! Sing it! yall know what ima singing, i am singing bouta peaceful reloveution and it sounds lika whisper: Yes finally the tables, dem starting 2 turn, talking bouta relovution...poor people gonna rise up, take whats theirs, but start with this whisper inside your own soul, inside your own heart... in the 1 cause, in the 1 name, in the peace to all people for good, for mercy, for love, for peace i wanna forgive all people all things that they did do and what they did fail to do, and what they say they didnt do and what they failed to not do to myself... this is the cross of life...if you do this you will have frogiven to the 4 corners the 2 dids, and the 2 didnts...this is the kiss of life, if you say it inside your heart and you mean it inside your soul, and you cry, cry long, cry silent, if you burst out of hate, if you burst into laughter throught going to your people, if you hold hands if you en joy if you dance, if you go out on the streets and find you worst enemy and you sya nothing to them but smile like you crazy and if you apologize for what they were thinking that you were thinking that they were thinking... yall see now...it dont matter at all what was done 2 you by any agency human, demonic, cosmic, because over all agencies is this Firm.... the Father is From the Son, and the Son is from the Father...but because the Father is First, Ranking 1, Rank One, He sent the Son to clean up the mess with the Blood of the Son.... the Son He never was no victim, but if he was, he accepted gladly, he was a Minister of War, praying Day and Night to die, so that we all wouldnt! and look! we arent dead! But He Dead and where is He? Anyone of yall seen the Son? So who has His Body? oh, so You think nasa can be relieved upon to show you the Son? nasa cant be relied upon to even shew you the sun... this is another smoke an mirrors op. they know whats up, they know whats down, but yall never listen 2 their spokespeople. Lets be lions, not liars! peace! me out! Szalowm, Shalowm... peace!
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 08:23:03 +0000
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