AS ALLAH, I HAVE MANY NAMES

As Allah, I have many names. Gaddafi or al-Gaddafi or al-Qadhafi. They think they can tell me what to think. There is no explanation for this, for all my names live in a dream.


Once my life was a cliché. I was a colonel, a king, a warrior, a terrorist. Now I am a man of peace and have much time to read huge Haikus.


Who I am? My personal bodyguard, who is composed of 40 african women, has bathed me with their tears to improve my karma. Now they tell me I am the greatest.


As Allah, my name has 37 spellings. Gaddafi or al-Gaddafi or al-Qadhafi. Can you help me to spell my name? There is a explanation for this, because your god thinks Allah is a dream.


Who I am? My eldest son, who owns all the telecommunication companies in Libya, tells me I am the greatest. There is no explanation for this, because phones and Internet live in his dream pocket.


As Allah, I have many names. Peace or Libya or Sherlock Holmes.They think they can tell me what to think. There is a explanation for this, because Libya thinks in my dream.


Once my life was a cliché. Now I write books and make love to my personal bodyguard. Nothing I can do can hurt me anymore. Peace and love have become my obsession and tell me I am the greatest.


Who I am? The men and women I have murdered tell me I am the greatest. Nothing they can do can hurt me.Their death didn´t change nothing, my love for them didn´t change nothing, but I`m sure my good karma will change their death into nothingness.

NOWHEREMAN

COME, GEORGE, PUSH THIS PLANET OVER THE EDGE!

In my opinion, son, life in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.


All metaphysicians have compared your dance of war to your old girlfriend Cocaine, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.


Come, George, push this world over the edge, says father Bush to his little son, the tiny president of the United States of America. Let me point out this: people have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity and the situation is not likely to improve.


Pay attention to that crowd of cat lovers, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Mars. They have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity. They dance and float above the dance of life, George. In my opinion, son, love in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.


All metaphysicians have compared your old girlfriend Cocaine to your dance of war, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.


Pay attention to that crowd of tiny living things, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Earth. As Humankind travels along the road to perdition, son, listen to your old girlfriend Cocaine. Who told the world she was a messenger from darkness?


Come, George, push this planet over the edge, says father Bush to his little living thing, the tiny president of the United States of America.

Who told the world death was a messenger from darkness?

NOWHEREMAN