23/12/02

3:34am



So you think you have got it all figured it out, don`t your... little singer of the prairie.


In my dream I was wearing my lace top, you know the beautifull one that I have just made and wore in to go to church last Sunday... and my beautifull silk black skirt.

Only my beautifull black silk skirt was torn...

I know it is torn... it is very old... but being a cancer or thereabout... you know what they say... I NEVER THROW ANYTHING AWAY... starting from things and ending in people...

EVERYTHING I HAVE, I KEEP, AND THEY ARE FOR KEEPS... no matter how torn they are.

The only problem is for me to start to like them, ... but once I do... Mate I fullfil the whole ingredients of the CANCER ASTROLOGY... entirely... I love antiques... and nothing is too old for me... only new things are too new.


SO IF YOU THINK I HAVE A FAMILY TO THROW AWAY... THINK AGAIN.

FOR IF I LOOSE ONE OF THE FAMILY I YELL LIKE A WOLF...A HUNGRY WOLF.


In my dream you, little girl of the prairie were inviting me to enter to ball... a vacant room... mostly A NUT HOUSE.


I AM NOT CRAZY.. I NEVER HAVE BEEN, AND I WILL NEVER BE.

MY STAMINA IS MADE OF STAINLESS STEEL, MY BRAIN ARE AS SHARP AS GOD`S THEMSELVES.


Your little scheme in covering up for your little cousin, you know the scottish one of the german wife..., has been blown up...

and once you bring things to the surface... you know what they say... it is only matter of dealing with them.


THERE IS ONE THINK THAT YOU OUGHT TO KNOW...

UNLIKE YOU I REALLY BELIEVE IN GOD... and it is a scientific knowledge not just faith any longer...for you see... I have been such an doubtfull person these last seven years, that HE thought that he had to make scientific provable to me, that He exists.


My life in these seven years has been a succession of one miracle after another... and I saw myself shed tears on my miserable doubts in the hope that He would forgive for my monstruous doubts.


But He never gave up... and I still have doubts (especially when I see that the rebels are the singing birds of the prairie) ... but HE KEEPS ON FORGIVING ME... I GUESS IT IS BECAUSE I TELL HIM THAT I LOVE HIM...

I do not know... I have no idea why He keeps on pestering me, but the bottom line is that He does... and MY JOY IS FAR TOO GREAT... to bother about you.


An example of my little wonders:

  • MY WEB PAGE IS STILL ALIVE AND RUNNING FAST AND SURELY - it was brought to me on the 8 OF DECEMBER...

  • You tried to kill my mother many times ... and my mother is still wondering around...you may say ... not for long... I know... the point is ... she is still up and about.

  • Your torn apart my family... but what we have is only a sad bunch placed in prison, almost like the Christians of the Catacombs...

    REMEMBER THEM WITCH.

    IN VIEW OF THIS DO NOT BE UPSET IF WE STILL MARCH ON...


    You want to take me to the dance ball... but I can`t ... for you see... used to say semino...

  • number one... I do not know how to dance.

    and

  • number two... I HAVE A BAD BACK. I HAVE A SLIPPED DISK...

    and if I dance I will cause lots of pain. I remember that that was happening everytime I used to teach the children in your (yours because Australia is yours isn`t) Catholic and Public school to dance the TARANTELLA. I used to develop such a big pain that not even NAPROSIN would cool it.

    Although I was very clever, usually three NAPROSINS would do it. And of course lots of yoga...

    The doctor of course was prescribing the NAPROSINS TO be taken three times per day... but I couldn`t handle them... so I had to try to stop the pain at the very onset...

    THE POINT IS ... I CANNOT POSSIBLE COME TO DANCE WITH YOU GENTLE MOTHER OF THE PRAIRIE...


    because you see I FELL from the CHURCH CHOIR STEPS (BUT DON`T TELL ANYBODY) (cittu, cittu, a mezzu a chiazza)

    I FELL FROM THE CHURCH CHOIR STEPS AFTER MY SUNDAY MESS OF 10.00AM about twenty years ago ... and I never sued GOD FOR THE BROKEN STEPS...

    AND I STILL CARRY THE PAINS WITHIN ME...

    a lot of people saw me falling from the top step and reaching the bottom step...

    THE CHOIR WONDERFULL HELPED HELPED ME UP...

    AND I WALKED AGAIN...

    THEN FOR WELL SIX MONTHS I WAS RELEGATED INTO BED NOT ABLE TO MOVE...

    then one specific night

    I said to my VIRGIN LADY

    'either you cure or you kill me... for I do not want to live this way.'

    THE NEXT DAY... I FOUND A PSYTHERAPIST WHO CURED INSTANTLY... I WALKED STRAIGHT NOT AS A GRAND-MA ANYLONGER... AND NO PAIN WAS THERE...


    I WENT TO LOURDES TO THANK THE DEAR LADY...FOR I CALLED IT A MIRACLE.


    I HAVE NO PAINS NOW... BUT IF I DANCE... I WILL HAVE PAINS... SO I CANNOT DANCE...

    IN THAT HALL YOU GO YOURSELF...

    and be injected yourself...

    and if the SCOTTISH MAN STILL THINKS OF ME...

    TELL HIM TO TURN AROUND 90 DEGREES OR SO. -- HE MAY BE ABLE TO SEE HIS WIFE.


    FOR I WENT AWAY BECAUSE I REALISED THAT HE WAS COOKED FOR ME.


    MY SILK DRESS IS STILL BEAUTIFULL... DON`T YOU THINK?????


    HOW ARE YOU SISTER IN LAW DEAR...

    HOW ARE YOUR STUDIES GOING?

    DID YOU BECOME A DOCTOR YET?

    AND HOW IS YOUR DAUGHTER IN LAW WHO IS SUPPOSED TO GET HER EDUCATION OVER A BOY THAT BARELY REACHED THE AGE OF 20

    WHEN HE WAS PRESCRIBED TO BE MARRIED?
    HOW ARE YOU LIQUIDATOR WHO THINKS THAT YOU CAN ENTER MY FAMILY`S LIFE IN SUCH A THOUNDEROUS MANNER?

    HOW ARE YOU PRIESTS WHO CAN PRESCRIBE A WOMAN TO BE MARRIED TO A DIVORCEE?

    HOW ARE YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST?

    voglio ubbriacarmi di te vino inebriante

    voglio camminare ad occhi chiusi

    luce che estasia

    voglio cantare d`amore

    cuore che trepida

    ED ORA CHE TI HO LODATO

    MI VUOI PROTEGGERE????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????



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    THE STRING


    In my dream I saw the string

    nylon and finely compact.

    The Greek has decided

    to call it quits

    and get me stretched.


    They have tried it once

    by his order

    It failed because

    there was still a bit of order

    All is collapsed now

    The "DELITTO PERFETTO"

    has to be activated

    or the Liquidator will loose his face

    and that will be highly unappreciated.


    When will it be?

    Will it be a lebanese

    or an indian

    to do the deed?

    A stooge will be sent

    to perform your action.


    Stamp your feet, and

    break the floor,

    I am unmoved, I am still, I am DEAD.


    But as dead as I may be

    I walk, I talk,

    I sing, I love

    to haunt you

    and your FOLLOWERS

    greek junk with the face

    soiled of dung...


    THE STRING WAS IN THE HAND AND BEING MEASURED BY THE GREEK STOOGE, BUT WHO GETS TO BE SO LUCKY IN PUTTING IT AROUND MY NECK?


    In my dream I heard someone say:

    "We do not want her dead, otherwise all she have will go to her cousins in Argentina, we have to make sure that she doesn`t kill herself... we have to place her with a good ITALIAN FAMILY and we have to model her up... her brain we mean... to like... SEX AND BE A SEX ADDICT... this is the only way we can walk scott free... and with our face clean..., we`ve go to do this..."


    DEPARTMENT OF SCHOOL EDUCATION, I LOVE YOU... DO YOU LOVE ME TOO...


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    I HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO ANYWHERE I WANT AND STILL TO DEMAND TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT ... that is for the stalker...

    for the liquidator... I came to you for work...

    for the police... I came to you for justice...

    for the principal... I came to you so that you could teach your clients to understand that that is a school not a pub... to my brother... I came to you because my mother told me that my brother will always be there for me... sorry I made a mistake... I didn`t realise that when a brother marries then the wife takes over and the sister becomes the intruder... who need ask permission to talk to her own flesh and blood.


    I have the right to go anywhere, TO ASK FOR JOBS, to work, to look after my things...PSYCHIATRISTS STOP KILLING... YOU HAVEN`T GRASPED WHAT BEING A DOCTOR IS... GO AND LEARN. AND LEAVE THE GOOD HEALTH PEOPLE ALONE.