Love telling

People are now very what is the word woolly. They make the world eventually what it is. My mother said so we know who we do and that is because we are happy. Children one cannot talk in front of them. Yes but I am not a child. We now have to talk at night. That mother Zeks disliked her older husband he was not to her liking. They would speak about how she became the odd girl no more and that marrying him was the best thing in the world. In the end she just threw him from their marriage bed.

She told as her reason.

We are at a stand off. The husband keeps me awake because he never stops talking. He is talking about the thought he might be dying. Then he said he might not be here when I a still young woman. The whole thing is very embarrassing I want my sleep. He does not torch me. He has cancer and he is always speaking. I am so tired of it.

"Selfish and stop spreading rumours."

My other passion in life is seeing things done improperly.

How happily that child goes in and out of the shops. I can just see him in ten years time. Boastful and nothing but good words to speak off.

I am shaking in my boots does it appeal to me the shops? The meter is running so slow it is time to unmask some more.

Someone moves in for the kick. I make no objection but dodge it. I can sense them as animals sense danger. That we did not know each other to speak of. The whole family was in some suspicion but they stand up for each other. They know what to do and make themselves useful.

Do not do this to your children in order to make them brave or intelligent or even kind. They will never be anything but themselves. Their chances of surviving is better when one has kindness.

In England there is a ripple of dismay. The English have discovered something has got into the foreign workforce. They dislike the very thought. Equal rights and with some pension. Sick pay as well. Then we learn English. Doing them dishes does not make you a great genius.

England has so much. We are okay we doing the pension funds. Their aged bodies must not suffer. Their whole constitution could be at risk. The foreigners have began to suffocate. Well their concerns are many and they feel it the most. When a stranger comes into their own and makes them the stupider than they have to leave the show.

At the bus stop they have began to observe something has happened to the foreigners. We lived here a plenty but you are not us. Well probably not but some have assumed the name of your kind. We do not care they have to be like us.

Poles come in they appeal to them more. They have more cakes and delicacies. But not us.

"So accommodating learnt the language but too eager to please."

"We do have the curry."

"Let them stay."

There was all this talking to and talking up and then they were decided. They had to save money.

In the wilderness of these desires something is happening to the children. They are not seen to be weeping. Sometimes at night something like a dog howls.

"70,000 dogs have burnt to death at a kennel."

"No humans?"

"None."

I hear a child whimper there it is again. A child is whispering prayers there he is again. He is frightened there it is again. The problems like father have not been dealt with because simply the social services have not been equipped.

Better chance with being kind to a child than being nasty. I owned you as I am the father, I owned you all as that is my right. Families have a right they have the entry. Privilege as a parent to control to contain to make them like me. I can even bed them as well? Of course, that is part of control.

If a son or a daughter is not up to scratch then I can at will do what is necessary. Throw them at the deep end and if they can survive then that is right son or daughter. If not then I am sorry. If they need or want money or partners I control and contain as well.

I kill them. I kill them with too much kindness spare the thought there is no need. Look I am not a monster. I have not writ the system. I am the system but that is not who I am. I am a man who gives to charity makes the good work for me. I am the man of the people. Whoever makes money I grovel too and make some mint and cash them with the ones who are the goodies.

Why not enjoy life with all its pleasures when it is a sin not to? When you die and you have not enjoyed yourself you go straight to hell.

"I am the pleasure doom."

It was the thoughtful parent such as dad never to be found except in prisons or mountains. But no one has noticed his tactics are so common. He would be known as a hippy or something. What is wrong with the world.? Here, he is again in the light of day trying to take over what I had worked so hard..

"I am the dad I have the priority of speech."

"But you did not work for these things."

"Inheritance."

"It should be the other way round. You should be dying and me inheriting."

"This is how it should be done."

"I know what I am doing."

"I am the dad I am better able to say what I mean and this isn't right."

"Criticising me is not right thing to be doing at six o'clock in the morning when you should be praising me."

The controlling devious parent and he says and does things which are very unsettling. He finds a pack of himself and they go around hunting, chasing and marking their territories. They are all into this sham existence of civil behaviour. Packed into each other as if sardines. Who would behave in such a manner? They destroy the love which I had for them. They are family the fault is that I acknowledged their existence. Their love for themselves is such that they have cradled the universe and spoilt it for others.

"Take whatever you like from that it is ours. She has no right to property or respect.”

"She has dishonoured our clan. Whatever we take is our right."

"Taking from the enemy is halal."

“I give my word none of you will be arrested or done for the deed.”

"We shall tell her why she is being ousted?"

"Yes do."

"She went with someone outside the clan." They all spit.

It is like medievalism came and poured gasoline onto the witch. "Burn her burn her mark her and leave her to die in the street."

"If you turn back your father loves you."

A pillar of salt I see every time there is nothing from me to that clan. That they have soiled their beds marked their graves and will stink forever more. Shame the shame of them.

"Starve her out."

That was daddy again telling the crowd rousing them and making them interested in the chase. This is the part where it is messy and making them involve children. The children think it is a game. In their witch hunt is the obvious folly which they are unable to see.

“Are you with me or not?” said a young mother to her brat a son who had hesitated when he had been doing something she asked him to do. I do not know what it had been but he was being dragged towards a shop as if spoilt goods. They have to continue with that way because too much in debt. They lived the pleasures now the price was murder. Because they do not have a choice.

The thoughtful society which is England where anyone can be anybody. The fooled authorities as they give the same persons the same benefit of a doubt. They think they know what a benefit fraudster is? Mother said some benefit claimants have ships and sailing boats and staff to run them. Why are they claiming? To see if they can.

It is often the fooled policeman as yet another death occurs. Crime pays as long as you have friends to back your story, Yet again something goes wrong.

“The Turks are having a bash up so what?”

"Drugs, we do not do drugs."

“The Blacks are having a Carnival somewhere. The Indians are having a hacking job.”

"We are multi cultured."

"Yes because we do robberies while we have fun."

"Part of it all."

“They have to have a day off.”

“Well the English are having poison tea within their parliament.”

“Chatter and charter.”

“We all needed these people now we are submerged by their vileness.”

“Dirty cows.”

"Do not be like that we love you all."

“Do not call us that it is most rude.”

“I was merely speaking German.”

When something is not dealt with and it festers and grows. It has to be amputated. Let us now do the Lords Prayer. That is what they are doing in England they are taking off their gangrene.

“English murders that is what we like in the vicarage or down in the lakes."

" What have you done?"

"Murderers now do it somewhere else." Not out in the streets chasing the women round as if she a dog on a lead.”

"Someone entered my house said they family and nearly took everything.”

"Why break in when you can come nicely? Mother had said softly when you can break even.