Bob the Quick

 4/11/2009 12:46:36 PM. Want call today my writings something like: “Why I speak a loud?” Or “Who constantly need I speak a loud?” Or trivial question: “Who kill Zara Phillips?” To start with, it is my position. Not exactly my situation, since that this situation was and is at the prehistoric beginning, the combination in much higher level possible the “special” “arrangements” for me. Situation where my ARTIFICIAL schizophrenia, was the “key” made from idea of policy makers and CV brokers like “…don’t give job for him – and than we’ll see if he don’t die because we are rulers of the World”. Now, begin with that junky Wine, and from the hands of who invent the scenario of “banqueiro – na rua”, acquiring the new home. I speak about the next day of ‘What’s gone wrong with liberation of hostages’ by Francs. Nothing. Just the cocaine Barroso, Solana, and Sampaio between many others, from that bunch of inutile swine of Brussels and Strasburg – were talking too much. When they, not Charles the II, not me, not vybliadok of “medvedev”, not Shalva Vekselberg, not vybliadok of Tony Blair – lost their son. That, famous by now, son of Socialismo Europeio. Where the idea at the morning, was to speak about who kill the Zara Phillips (sic.) – pop-up in a such natural way, that she, with her mum (I come back to “mum” more later) try to, not again, to break my legs at the clean 5 off-shores here, at the knowing place which I call for this particular situation Belmoral. (One of official residences of cocaine Royal Family of Lancasters).This is like my tonight dream, I don’t want indicate concretely which exactly was dream and place. But, before this salvage operation started, was the Vavilov’s academics. Swine who use and abuse the tabloids the type of “The Sun” and the “Mirror” and others, for private needs. Mean, putting the news where they can do school to somebody. Needn’t to be smart or schizophrenic to know that nobody if not the swine from Brussels and Strasburg, who want to “find” Turkmenian gas in Monaco (where he i.e. Vavilov and the rest of this bunch - “fight” for clean 5 off-shores). The names which I put day yes, day know is written black on white. Than another fact, if you don’t use them, than why I saw yesterday a very rare picture of Royalties and Concession on the streets of this “hole in this Iranian San Francisco”? Where the five people, of course from the 5 clean off-shores from ongoing piggy faces from Brussels and Strasburg, speaking or in Italian, or in French, the two couples and one spare pussy (i.e. Europe) going in “bolina serrada” with HUGE eye-contact, wide smile that almost make me feel invited to be theirs friend. Such a rare picture. Only because pass fourteen years of my sociopathy? Because I’m an important schizophrenic? Because I am start be your friend? No! Because you are ongoing piggy faces from Brussels and Strasburg. And I am your only reason why and for what purpose you make me feel this almost invitation is that “…don’t give job for him – and than we’ll see if he don’t die because we are rulers of the World”. And this is are unique economic and political platform called “a preto”, where you ass-hole of 450 million consumers like a blind – don’t see it. And our Mum (old whore Elizabeth the II) call this :”…fe-e-e, this is people a little recommended…” Not less, because my name is not Blair, not Barroso, not Chiang Kai-shek or Bob Quick. And this, by years now, “banker are in the street” heard instinct of “crowds cheering” – is maquiavelic invention of who is drown in theirs own greediness to the ears. Than, at the quick-fit, the guy who was my neighbor in Porto, and who is now sucker of “EU’s Agro-industry”, was carrying four suits, the quality and fazenda of my, eight stolen set of closes by ongoing piggy faces from Brussels and Strasburg. With terrifying noise of lambreta of “o nosso menino Ulrich and Ricardo Salgado of the BEST”, at the same time, communicating something like Barroso, Solana, Sampaio like to say: “if I don’t like myself – who else goes to like me…”  Where the, this “almohads” arrogance tell lies. The this fail to save the son of Socialismo Europeio. Together with a son of Blair, with the son of Charles the II, with the son of “medvedev”, with the son of “You щенка”, with future son of Zara Phillips, etc. And where the mum, i.e. Prince Anne, mother of Zara Phillips, don’t stop all morning hit the Eurasia until the that pop-up, where the natural question of who kill the Zara Phillips – make, like I say before, her with her mom and with car full of “crowds cheering” try to break my legs. Of course now at Monday, what I expect?, the one more ebalo of Trevor Edwards, go to ask me again and again: “What you do to find the job?”… Where I go to answer: ‘Was watching how Serioja carry cigarettes in his ears?” (See the picture with this text). Saying that I see, hear, feel, and KNOW how татарка Канделаки blowing, day-yes, day-now the cars on the street of fucking Highgrow Team? How the Bob the Quick go to receive the £110 000 pension. The direct Sonay Canada’s cheque of ongoing piggy faces from Strasburg and Brussels? That “manos” Abramovitch with this Charles the II warmly are clapping with tears in theirs eyes? Because one more twat, the Zara Phillips, now fifteen years old, are teaching me which web I should use? This was the last my “assinar – assassinar” from ongoing piggy faces.

To dream of an extremely small baby, symbolizes your helplessness and your fears of letting others become aware of your vulnerabilities and incompetence. You may be afraid to ask for help and as a result tend to take matters into your own hands.