fredag 23. mars 2018

Teachers


I really know not who exactly taught me english...
I recall I was little ....preschool age...

Whispers came to me.....or and voices....
Where they angel....e.ts or both...

It all felt soo naturally like playing...

My mom used to peek listen....she they proclaimed 

How beautyful you sound as you speak ur babylanguange....

Since for her....the tongue was unfamiliar 
She only knew Spanish and a few Norwegian words....

It was not until some Norwegian visitors came to our home and I spoke for them in english 

They exclaimed....this little girl speaks english 

And this how it came to be to my consciousness that I spoke pretty good english already before first grade....


mandag 19. mars 2018

Oh great queen snakes of darkerness

I wish soo to apologize for my great treason
I give up all ur codes...lures and tactics...in which by hand are given out freely by even men seduction teachers thems3lfs nowasays....

But...still it most have been the manner I did things....
I regret it somehow
Cause cursed was my life and my love life if anything
Thou I see you women are strong and even the love I dreamed for mys4lf and gave out the codes to slaughtered me with cold blood to go and find comfort in the arms of one of yours instead

You taught me thou how dark this realm of life truly is...

And today I learned a thing or two...

I will certainly not betray ever again....

Thou I understand soo much more then I did at the times of my betrayal

Little I was in mind and in heart
I Kneel down to you all ...
In forgiveness....the race of females planet earth 20/03/2018

The day I turned and turned to awaken....



fredag 12. januar 2018

the destruction

Inside me he whispers.....
back and forth...
rejection and love

but i recall soo his words of rejection
soo i try and move on
but as i do
the king comes back in fury

tells me i will be destroyed...
my body in waters it muries....
buried to the tests of my bad
karma to sore in

What shall i do to please the king
I dont want you he will scream....
I want you gone....
I want someone my own status, race and economy

I try again and walk away....
But again my body in waters it muries...
while my mothers in tears she carries....
cause she know nothings.....

But my bad deeds she lays in.....
cause i did not know what the King wanted....

And i still do not know.....
But i pay for his fury.....
and carry will i his punches of duty.....

You will end up alone he screams...
I shutter cause lonelyness was always my
biggest fear.....in it i talk with world that nobody
then me hears....my illness....

I didnt want to end up alone
i have soo much love to give....
and inside me it will all rot.....

but...maybe this is his wishes for me.....
i guess....i guess....
watered in my body.....destructed...inside and outside...

just give mercy to those i love.....high King your majesty....



mandag 30. oktober 2017

Looser



On occasion i have pleasured in calling a man a looser

In the great moment of the mather....he look at me funny....

and goes ahead comparing his succeses in life

including the substance of his wallet to mine......

Rapidly they conclude i must be truly delusional to could ever call him such a thing.....

Or say i might be attacking them for being in a bad financial fase a that very moment.....cause
obviously i am a notorious gold digger....who love rich men


Thou i love to tease men...about being after their money....just the see them flinch ...fret...and hold extra tight on to their wallets.....

Not knowing in their great ignorance...that the true femelas who want their wallet would be the last thing they would ever reveal not even in their grave.....

But rapidly plot them into their little games...and spells....of the perfect woman.....smelling the money like beggars smell your status on the street......

Women of today learn to smell bankaccounts....to the levels of simple details.....to the levels of subtle glance....

The survival instinct.......simply

And yes.....love can be bought as from today.......

It does not mean they will not love you...but the surrender happens only at the levels of quantity from your very number files....

Well.....

To me the expression might mean soo much more...then what the world today might put

in such an expression......LOOSER

To me...a looser.....is a man  who lacks the values of integrity in his nature

A man who most obviosly has sold his soul for the purpose of self pleasures..........

A man who does not know love...nor seek to understand it......

A man...who is blind....and will remain blind...mostly cause it is a personal choice.....

A man unfit to father my children......

A man who is a manwhore....

A man who lacks real values.....

A man who thinks he is good enough cause the world will find him good enough......

A man who does not understand me when i tell him it is over....but wishes to force me
and treathen me to have something against my own will......

A man who i do not find truly deserves my love.....nor friendship nor even time to waste time with....

A man who i cannot share a simple conversation with.......

A man with perfect eye vision yet blind blind blind....

To me this man is a looser.....

No mather if he is from a rich family tree.......

It says little about him......and might even put him in a even worse situation...truly.....

Cause love is simply soo much more........

And the loosers are everywhere...ready to devour the weak and surrender to the strong.....


Bilderesultat for robot love

mandag 2. oktober 2017

Mon belle perfait chromagnom

monsoir icognito ... vous seul êtes au-delà de mes attentes à l'égard d'un homme ..... là-bas ... j'essaie de vous retirer ... mais ... vous vous sentez ...
tellement ... .soo beaucoup ...
et je serai certainement sur ..... parce que ... vous pensez que vous devez vous dégrader ....

pour que je vous aime .....
j'ai dit que j'aimais les mauvais garçons. ...
non ... je t'aime ... tu vois ... laisse ... et je ne veux pas que tu sois comme moi ... du tout ...

vous n'êtes pas un neathertal ... vous êtes un angel chromagnom .....

vouz suis fullkommen....sweetheart....

søndag 17. september 2017

My dreams are you..





Alone this little witch walked...alone....not knowing love...until this little fay...came into my life...how things..are...life lushes us...with things we do not deserve....

-Spoiled with joy -