The Misuse of Power-
JULY POETRY
July- The face of british humanity
but when asked to test for USA
British Humanity died!
when Anna of the lab St Barths Human Research
which is supposed to care for the retarded
dies and no longer has power of the ‘Machine’
Marshal Law will come to England
to sort everything out
again
they say..
Until then
England will run wild and lawless
as she wills
as Anna of the lab St Baths Human Research
knows all the secrets
of all those at the top
the care for the retarded
changed to manipulating
the People.......
for the guy
who told me
we don't want to know your business
it is not about my business
it is about what government departments
do to ordinary citizens
if they are helpless
for years I wrote beautiful stuff
hinting by innuendo of what was happening
no one listened
a lot printed
but no one had the sense to look deeper
so now I let you have it straight
which is all a woman can do
no innuendoes anymore
no guessing
those are the facts straight-
but then if I were a man
no doubt it would matter more
women get the brunt
of this experimental
''treatment''
here and everywhere
and over the pond
the blacks
black women mainly
who must figure as we do here.
PINK SILK AND GREY FEATHERS
was it code
I asked myself
driven out of this penine city
to the East End I grew to love
having wrongly thought the hassle
was local grown not from the capital
beaming to Jessop's Hospital
which has now had to be pulled down
(everywhere they use has to be changed in some way)
the lab decided my demise
from life or what ever else
one day returning to my home
there down Plashet Road
which their thieves regularly visited
the lab said they had three
two black and one white
endless break ins the order of the day
was it on the day
those men in royal blue
macs I mean
followed me round the place
as Sikh friend, platonic if you want to know
went about the East End for working materials
maybe not
(I loved my number thirty nine to death
but finally sucumbed and left)
found on my bed
my silk underwear with a cut crotch
scattered with feathers on the top
I have to admit though living here most of my life
I am not indigenous
some of their messages
are beyond me to decode
even at over forty-
the real message was
that since I have never been able to afford
silk underwear, that was from my married days
and to those who want to know
my hair is still naturally mid brown to this day
but then can you decode
a circle of perfectly cut cubed green-glistening meat
placed in an absolutely perfect semi circle -left
at my gate- good or bad?
and I gotta tell ya
I ain't superstitious so it's lost on me!
A BIG GAIL
Abigail
oh such a big gail
I put all that work into a journal for you
I told them it was what a penfriend told me
I didn't know it was your prisoners work
for the last twenty four years
at University, at home, on sites
now the lab is blocking Beta Poets altogether
Nothing goes through to your two hundred and sixty three poems
We have taken some more from there and your folders
his wife laughs at me
'don't worry, he put all your work into our system.'
Muslim papers and work
copied from an east european refugee. More shame for them.
Well, my son in law is a Ghandi extended family
I suppose so we have to suffer for that?
I had always said
Indians are my family
Pakistanis my friends
but they really do stab anyone in the back
We gave away everyone who was in hiding
to our British conquerors back then
robbed my bank account though a woman alone
a thousand for each one and have no shame!
Now which journal Abigail
such a big gale
or as their psychiatrist put on the air to me
'Your vagina is like a big pail says Carl'
'Ich bin auch Jude' followed me round the East End
They call that a 'debasement programme' by the way!
continued none stop through University lectures
through Mass, through all Churches
over conversation and tv, over all music which is terrible
but I now no longer listen to words only melodies
It is remote on airwaves no hiding from it
so there is no way of stopping them
they call it the ultimate phase out
as we did no wrong they can never stop!
seven years prison was what awaited them if caught
In America they get nine or so
It's in - gracia
It's in Grazia!
CAMILLA
OH NO.........
not hyping my blood vessels again
on the machine given by America
to St Barths Human Research
Camilla was in it, we keep turning it
the so called programme, turning it, turning it
Jewish spin doctors filled with sadism
letting Muslims spite whites
Now we know why they had to ask for Partition
all India knew they had stabbed
their countrymen in the back
dare not let the Brits leave without hiding
the lab had hundreds taken
from the Halifax, a month's wages for teaching
said it was for Camilla's part
in this major idiocy, going round, round and round
now you have to have another change
well not a real one, one crime, a pomander of the queen
on the toilet role holder, another, admirer of Sydney Potier
blood vessels hyped their 'Stanis already practices that
I quote here ''the silly cow
never went to the doctors''
got no medication through it
but we gave her the prince
I had gone to the doctors, what is medication for ..
had no problems
but Anna boss of the lab
performs and faints all over the place twixt her men
and when I had said
only women with the luxury
of time and money
can afford to have changes
a poor working woman
with children and no father
really hasn't time
for such nonsense
being English
feeling superior
she was mad as hell
so pays me back now with this experimental rubbish.
Look it is true
in the Ukraine
the women worked in the fields
worked at home
worked everywhere
who had time to drop all over the place
having changes
for goodness sake
I am only speaking the truth
though I was here
my situation had been made
the worst possible by this lab with their experiments
''destroy their lives
and see how they cope''
so my reaction was the same
in the Ukraine it was the same
poor women had to suffer for the rich
dragging their bodies around…
MERIEL LABS
Meriel is the Welsh form of Muriel
a varient form of of Meryl and Merle..........
English Muriel
is that the connection
who told me it would be three generations
before the brits could consider
if we could become British....
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
don't think so.
Meryl lived across the road to us
a long time ago
a sweet friend and her husband
they were Mormons
she made me smile
telling me after she gave birth to a son
you see..
all my babies who are not yet born
will be jealous because I will love this one so very much
a thought which had never entered my head
when I had my five in that decade
but typically sweet
They invited me to come and kneel and pray
at their home
with them
but believe me
no disrespect
but I had enough on
taking my tribe to Mass
along with my little sister in law
who lived with us
'cause the ex-es ma had topped herself-
sitting silently as supposed
making sure they didn't drop the collection money
as little boys will
and putting the pennies into their pockets
Then years later
we met again
I worked at the Path lab of our local hospital
and so did she
and Frank of the bright blue eyes used to watch
used by the lab St Barths Human Research he was
Frank was supposed to be their honesty get out
that is their way of working
making one aware that one is being watched that way
and interjecting odd little remarks
which sound as part of the conversation
till you become aware
and other crazed stuff like that.
I ought to add here right away
that the lab St Barths Human Research
has absolutely no respect
for hospitals, medical staff or any type of doctor
or anyone else to that matter.
except for their own lying and cheating
turning all others into liars and cheats
We may not drop on our knees very often
but we come from a people
who believe in God and our doctors
(but then we paid for ours
and they worked for us
not for lists of every sort.)
They're all lunatics there at that lab...
and Meryl and I got on really well
though we worked super hard
N.H.S. believe in getting their moneys worth
and we had to ring young doctors and tell them off
for using the wrong blood bottles for the wrong blood
and stuff like that
Meryl was a careful, slow soul
me, I chucked the bottles about quite sharply
Listen, I had Hep B as a kid refugee
and goodness knows what else not counted yet
and am still here
I reckon the almighty quite likes me in fact
so don't get het up about things.
Now it happened we had a consultant there
that was Scunthorpe town
three in fact but one a woman,
a really nice blonde
who travelled from Sheffield town.
The lab are mad
please believe that
they think in weird ways and paths....
so when they put her on the machine
(they probably had them all on
as they never admit anything
and it is all done in secret and remote)
they didn't know what to call her
so because she was a consultant of the Path Lab
they called her Meryl
though she is not a Meryl
and after I moved to Sheffield Town myself
they used her in set ups
(they are lunatics and use crazy set ups
which sane people like me ignore)
They told me the consultants private business
they tell me lots of details
saying they tell people
I need to know so they can tell them
lies about me which they call issues
but it is Anna of the lab who knows
and it is another honesty get out
so they put on lots of sexual abuse infact
which upset me at first
till I realised these people are not normal
but weirdos and lechers
quacks or not
admitting that they are nosey parkers
and get paid to do nothing better
but from me
a secret it will stay.
Now foot and mouth comes from the Merriel Labs
another circle is complete
Human Research are absolutely mad, cracked
lunatic, crazy, off their heads
or what ever else you want to call it.
THE POST AGAIN?
'I don't see why we have to rob her post, again..?'
because it is another freedom taken
all freedoms have to be destroyed for the family..
'They demanded it on high' Anna
bossess of the worst programme in peace time
lied as always.
On high
was a Tory M.P. person
who was also an ex-lover
whom she asked for something to put on the file
He answered
I was sure once
my post was lost or with-held
then it came
for that
presents from China to my daughter
presents to grandson Josef from China
presents to my other grandsons
not only the
twenty four paintings I sent them
dozens of other presents I sent to people
including one to my friend in Russia
to whom I sent warm woolly clothes
worth hundreds
were taken by the lab
four hundred of my poetry books
over three hundred of my letters
and a long list of other thieving
from a lab full of thieves
They demanded it on high
was the lie
The lab manipulates the post
as it pleases
(even exam papers)
Anna just ensures they get lost
like the thieves from the directed thieving in my house
as she watches there
quiet as a mouse
though they see she talks like a rubbish pusher
twenty to the dozen
or as the Civil Servants said
how could we be blamed
she breezed in full of life
after our stuffy wives
(I wonder if I was a stuffy wife too?
but honestly
there at the Ministries!
my ex old man always used to say
never go to toilet in your own back garden
which does make sense you know.)
at the lab St Barths Human Research
of which she is the bossess
from all that bonding
(She asks them after the so called programme
and which was the lie?)
still maximizing
endlessly
criminally
by some of the worst criminals
the world has ever seen
if the truth were ever to be allowed
and we come from Stalin and Hitler country!
THAT’S A NICE ENOUGH CARDI..
Being stateless refugees
enemy aliens to boot
we were always very poor
though poached to come here
no benefits for us
no child allowances
no housing benefits
nothing
what we had we worked for
and always lived within our means
so robbing us
is taking the lot
Our presents were smaller
than yours are
but our celebrations happier
for that
In mum's country
a knitted sweater is an essential
people don't bother much with coats
with four kids, my time was limited
so every Christmas
mum would give me a knitted sweater
which I cared for lovingly
washed and wore constantly
she knitted them in all the different austrian styles
long and straight
coloured edgings and patterns of every kind
thick jacket types
Mustafa of the lab St Barths
robbed my suitcase as planned
from Manchester Airport Emirates
paying an Airport Employee who drove it out
in his grey car
The suitcase was to do for one whole year
teaching in China, C.D's. players, books and such
at my age I like my own clothes
where ever I go
Get this
because they had had my paintings and writings
copied by others
the lab boss Anna wanted my clothes worn by others
'sposed to be psychology
so Mustafa told his wife
you have to wear her blouses and cardis
and one or two other people too
the english girls at the lab say
each time he wanted something
he came to their lab to check
it was not in my suitcase
so his wife had to wear my cardis
and silk shirts which I can never replace
years and years of collecting
she wasn't keen but he made her
(Are they the ones who live near Marble Arch
and collect family credit I wonder)
so yesterday on the bus they passed the message
they do that constantly
nice enough cardi
the cardi your mum knitted you
all the year as she was going blind
and someone here pinched my mum's best clothes
this is what the british call
'research' and circles..
I would say neither jews nor muslims
know the ten commandments
as the german retired consul they used had said
they all need some Sunday School, no good
the Church of England was in it too
and took some of my poetry as theirs/hers.
(Remember, the queen went to talk to the Pope)
EVERY FREEDOM GONE
The whole media played along
they chose look alikes
stories alike
and have them taunt
the thief of a painter
one of the fine artists they used
("I deserve to cheat and lie
and copy yours
I didn't pass my school leaving exams
you did
so why should you be an artist too")
sunday morning tv
switched on
remember the tv never goes on
without them taunting
and the whole media plays along
"I don't know where you get your ideas from!"
(my life actually
and that of my family-
were I english
I would be ashamed
to make mainstream
a poor refugee woman
stateless, elderly
her final work
as british work ..
but one thing the Brits never had
was shame)
but I know how I use them.........
British art and literature stink of copying
they stink worse than Nazi art
or communist art
They were at least about an ideal
when people thought there was no other way
the british
in their magpie way
as usual
have art and literature
about thieving vulnerable and helpless people..
I had thought at first
it was merely a game of nerves---
---as I heard all our family jests
and the rest
on the tv daily and nightly
so stopped listening
and was comforted by the Bishop at Lahore
where I had fled years ago
thinking a bit of peace
who said at Mass
(they had stopped debasement
over Mass by then)
'these media guys think they are the world
take no notice'
L.A. had told them to make us
so known by others we could never
talk of our own again--
----and they would stop
that was years ago
and still it goes on and on
"she (that's me to you) is a nice little earner
use them to the core
just as they did in Auschwitz
in another of their stories
Theresienstadt did not screw out the painters minds
they got them to copy famous art works by the way.
Let her paint and write the lab said
we will use it all as ours
the jews as jewish stories
the brits as british stories
every hair she has'
which they are now again removing daily
though I lost none in China..
the pakistani toilet cleaner:
I put on the machine a 'change'
like our women always moan of
and you never have
and I put on it sweats like our women say
but a hundred times more intense
but only during lesson times
hyping your blood vessels by laser
(so I catch cold as the air hits me)
and wispy hair
once taken by the machine cannot grow
(that's a form of punishment
They told us to change you..)
so you lose your brown fine hair
(identical to Camp Five Auschwitz-
idiots playing with sophisticated machinery)
we wanted you running to the doctor
the jewish quacks said
so we could claim you were a hypochondriac
not to be believed
and merely say
just how resourceful are you
then we can claim we thought of it.
That is how the lab works
intense intense intense everything.....
each human has a smell of their own
you all know that
so they intensified my vaginal smell
a million times
and told their students and women
-that is how I smell (done remote)
then they put on dirty smells of me as I teach
and dirty smells of others to me
it is so stupid it defies description
from this file which it appears reads
(german paid to come to the lab
to use the english population told me)
-am dirty, stupid and a whole list of horrors
written by the jewish quacks of the lab
(remember we saved jews)
and they must punish me for that.
Like the hot water with Margaret
and so many other disasters
anything is possible
from this new energy displacement machine
used in the most evil imaginable way
by raving lunatics and idiots playing....
Oh America
why didn't you check to whom you give such power
before you let them have the power and advances
They don't play like you......
they don't use prisoners and slobs
they use the hard working, decent and their citizenry
and help the rapists and yobs.
You after all freed yourself from the corrupt island
why do you put corruption back into their hands?
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE NOW..
circle circle Papparozi
makes it all seem normal now
circle circle foot and mouth
Sars was back too and all the other shouts
circle circle chinese skimming again
then they say I can teach over there
circle circle covering again
it is an ordinary negative psychology ploy
circle circle just some decent useful people, what the hell
as long as we the criminals survived
circle circle use it all again
no one thinks of what is really going on
circle circle are you going to repeat it all
plane and train crashes, erruptions and floods too?
circle circle each country has to manage an internal disaster
after we of St Barths will use our machine to give the answers
circle circle, the biggest blag of all time
all of England's art and literature destroyed...
circle circle, as apathetic humanity goes shopping
scratches its backside and doesn't care
circle circle the most corrupt of all cheats
controlling us and everything
circle circle the most corrupt of all cheats
controlling us and everyone and thing
circle circle they rule the world
because none of us cared even the law
St Barths Human Research has won the day
''so you got away with it all'' their helpers chuckle
the citizenry of the country
they've used for a long, long time
they 'got' me on their machine in eighty four
in this country we ran to for safety
then they got those surrounding me
then they came for the Princess
then they came for the M.Ps
then they came for the objectors
then they came for me
then there was no one left to object for me
in all the noise I would not listen
to that one or two quiet voices telling
and the big voice in my head screaming
seems humanity deserves what has and is happening
too busy with their toilet
as we wait for the contolled world
but not controlled as we had hoped
and we've seen it all before
if only I were young enough to fight not just to sigh.
THE CRITICAL AGE
The critical age has gone far too far
the libertines have all gone mad
sense has flown out of the windows
Time to renew what we think
teachers were bashed
respect for teachers disappeared
how can a teacher teach without respect
Now the Police are being bashed
respect for the Police disappears
and slowly those who want anarchy
are winning the day
how can the police police without respect
the critical element often do not realise
they too will lose in the long run.........
It began with the bashing of the Church methings
without respect all will collapse
and no one will know peace or happiness
as only money will be left
Bought respect is no respect
and we should know
we've seen it all collapse before
But the West has yet to learn
Capitalism is about Profit
but money cannot buy respect
All systems on earth are faulty
run by humans
only God is perfect as has so often been noted
those with faults a'plenty
spend their time running down
those who try to keep some sort of order
'give it a rest guys
and stop those devils like St Barths research
turning our countries into corrupt personal havens of power.'
NEbRAT SE A NE KRAST SE
Sheffield Faire.........
"at Sheffield Faire we exhibited
hoping you would see
the special feature
being there...
YOUR work for all to see.."
but whose name was with the work?
we saw no Fekete there
and all things done by me
are signed RF or surname sigged...
Sound over the mongolian C.D.
tuning my Hi Fi sounds
(a method of theirs for two decades now)
as I unpack my things returned
from teaching in China poor
where thieving is not a sport
but only done to fill empty bellies
'modern flowing songs'
picked the most beautiful tune of all
to tell me of this latest move
"and now we have to repeat it all again"
the lab wishes to prove I am
merely ordinary with endless dishonesty?
(I happen to believe in the individual-
that we all have a spark of something..
Though it is more than time to curb births
to reasonable numbers
in our overflowing world
it is time and more than time
to stop family allowance
except for the very poorest
to make people responsible
for the life they create-
however, those already born deserve a life)
So now to Sheffield Faire I must
to see MY work anew
the ten to twenty hours a piece
of solid none stop work
it takes me to paint each scene
as a fine artist filched of all ideas
and they added after it all
"that's why we had to pinch it all
from your little two up and down
which you call Fenris House
Pagehall in your end of town
so you can never prove
what lying cheats and thieves
we all really are...................."
Wish they lived here
so I could teach their children
at one of our schools
who will probably all become thieves too
I could teach
that thieving from old ladies
is not a nice thing to do..
not even for the lab St Barths Research
and all their guarantees of sales they give
in hell your soul will burn for such spite
if such a thing as a soul you even possess#
the t.v. says everyone thinks
these cheats have done really well
but they merely copied it all
to order............
FRANCE!
Twice now
St Barths Human Research
we need to get a foothold
into France
They are holding off
just like the Russians
I want a handle in France
If she goes over there
(She is me to you)
They might believe her
We have a part of America
We have all of Germany
We have Italy and Spain
We have the Chinese and more
But the French
like the Japanese and Russians
are being stubborn
which is just what they said
about me.....
'India has already fallen long
there will be an influx of theirs'
(the lab brings in a mass inxudus
from which ever country it wins)
and the Mongolians objected to such
The Germans turned out more
stupid than we had ever guessed
as did the Huns all on our screen
We have the Poles too
but the French are holding off
They were always a nuisance
....and Brown has given Ann of the lab
the Green light to go on
she merely shrugged-
he lost a baby for it.
(they all have to have a disaster first
Blair's was the miscarriage)
The slow killing of the Party
by the 'Old Boys.'
LOBBY?
what the lab did was simple
having been caught out
breaking international law and internal law
ran screaming
'I've made a mistake
I'll cover it with your permission'
There was a lobby
against that kind of experimentmentation
She merely killed them off one by one
with the old boys behind her, all former lovers
'look, what does it matter
we just destroyed a few careers and lives..
we repeat the attrocities in different ways
to see what the result will be.
we don't use rats
we use the Miss (me) and her family instead.
In England people are quite law abiding
Anne just rides over the law
but looks and talks the law
no one thinks to check her
They just don't expect people
to break the law on purpose in that field
Lives ruined of artists for an experimental idea
untested stuff and a battery of lies from the top
Dennis Civil Servant of the Health Ministry
and Arthur and Arnold, lovers one and all
showed the lab how to take from citizens without being caught
decrease pensions, rob banks and the rest on computer.
Such are the keepers of the Crown
Though as a child new here in this country
I was told I may not swear loyalty
to the Queen at the Brownies as I was a foreigner
but we are more loyal and think more of what loyalty is
though we are only 'closet heroes'
than all those over-puffed dictators of this corrupt LAND.
THE QUEEN
The Queen
wished to know
exactly
what and how many attrocities
She will be told
that which is good
for a Queen to know
We ofcourse have to lie to you
to the British Crown
to the questions they ask
The Queen asked
what were the attrocities
the attrocities will be cut but not on you..
some things are better
for the Crown not to know
we'll show proper respect but..
and later came this
we've told her Highness
all we dare
we told her there were links
to your childhood which is ridiculous
we're practicing on the public
we havn't said that
so sayeth the lab
she/me is going to talk now, whatever
At this point
I could write
one of my clever little lines
quoting past and not so past
lechers and liars
but I think myself
we have to repeat all attrocities
we lied then about you all (not forgotten)
so now we have to add more lies called issues
when an evil idea begins
all the animals appear from nowhere
creeping out of the woodwork
enough has been said ....
when the Queen asks
honesty should be the answer
though not indigenous we would give only honesty...
footnote:
P.M. Brown was told 'you were alright
with being used
for robbery and torture.'
I am disappointed.
THE LAST DAYS OF A PRINCESS
Ann of the lab
its bossess at Barths
puts on a disaster programme for some
on that person's co-ordinates
for some they get every help
that this form of corruption can bring
every help that can come without sting
from dishonesty and cheating
Once we have them in this system
we never let them free
for good or for bad
they stay on our machine
We've broken every law
on the family and around
not a soul can see but few
and no one can catch us out
For now........
They're advanced beyond anything
any of the secrets they pretend to reveal
with such thoughtful 'honesty'
WOMENS’ NODULES
'women who paint deserve this sort of treatment'
wilful wrecking of a life
in a slow dispassionate manner..
I am that woman who paints
of whom they rant
this was four days ago, not four hundred years ago
'Lee got your arms and t*ts'
what did Lee do?
you've heard of stronium rays
he pressed each single nodule in my breasts
a very painful process
but unseen done remote
still sometimes not so heavily
and often continue underarm
because we are not seen as human
Even the birth of my nine pound breech Patrick
was not as painful as what they did repeatedly
it activates any cancer cells a woman might have
Human Research may do as it wills
government and royalty allow it so
fear and horror of the silent screams are meaningless
Someone did ask the other day
did she feed her five babies herself
(Research never checks anything!)
well no, she was too ill after each birth
No need to worry about these Huns mixed with Irish
they are not like we british or jews
they don't feel pain of experiments though are far too sane!
Has it all been done before
yes, to patients in hospitals and out
who could not even guess what it was all about.
''Let's find something for the Irish to do
so they forget about fighting us''
put them into performance arts to use up their virility
The world run by the new leaders
St Barths Human Research
sounds just like Hitler and Stalin to us
Jewish 'doctor' Meyer, wife and niece sold mine to Topshops, adds
'I wanted to see you a physical wreck'
Do you know, that is probably what they said at Camp 5!
(more doctors, doctor Mengele this time.
They say that mob learnt from their earlier jewish mentors)
DIRECTED THEFTS
Returned from teaching in China
to try to stay alive
in every way
Here in blighty
though the place is filled with terrorists
they kill the useful and decent
One phone call to the top
and all is gone
no work, no safety, nothing
Still torturing daily
gaining in intensity again
the directed thieving continues
they merely disable the electric alarms
now I find
not only every story I ever wrote gone
paintings too ofcourse
now being copied by this two faced nation
private things included
photos of the bapitsm
of my chinese goddaughter
why you think
they were present
I am on a machine
where they torture they rob all afterwards
chinese silk tablecloths for mum
clothes I bought for mum before leaving
(silk shirts and good skirts, all gone)
they used carers to steal those
directed by the lab a list too long
to give out thefts from me
it is supposed to go round and round
though mum is ninety and I over sixty
Dad's death certificate taken
why, we killed him
war time papers to show where he was
mum's Czechoslovak citizens papers
all taken so there can be no return
They said we had to start totally anew
someone yesterday remarked
They are nothing but racketeers
at St Barths Human Research
behavioural science on their killing spree
and other things, so many other things
taken by these monsters
cowardly people who can only hit the weak
One silver lining
the bossess Anna wanted to put a stop to my poems
on Beta they wiped and changed them
You will not compromise me she stormed
by telling the truth. They were told
THIS site is american
America would have to stop them
Hurrah for free speech!
is there really more freedom elsewhere?
People wont look me in the eye
and mutter
they are leaning on you british style
but why?
the tv overtalks which they use constantly
I quote just now
'pump some more then send us the stories
The Eastenders'
I do not send the stories
the lab St Barths Human Research
sends them through its cheats
The directed thefts of all my stories and diaries
were written at Sheffield University Writers Group
at Sheffield Polytechnic B. Ed English specialism Course
At Forest Gate writers groups
at Whitechapel writers groups
at the University of East London and other Universities
The bossess spends hours and hours they say
sitting at her computer mixing and matching
their illegal processing of us
with their own dirty stories (we will use ourselves)
instead of caring for the retarded and needy
which is supposed to be their real job for which they are paid
to ensure all the lab members
who have used use, robbed us and written my work
cannot be caught..there are no crimes for them
I have been celibate for over a decade
and my 'pumping'- in my language, love making
was barely enough to cover one poem even!
Address the lab- East Enders. Not me.
one of their most evil men, hotted up the file
saying we were too boring!
GIVE THEM SOME STICK..
They are knocking seven bells out of you-
several of their criminal friends
invited to try out any tortures
literally...'use it' they say on the phone
have commented
(we are 'it' not people)
They call it
giving some stick, our way
It is meant to shut you up
The jewish doctor Meyer
who took drawings home
to his wife and his niece
who sold them to Topshop
drawings I had done
visiting a Synagogue
and from my mother's stories
of old Bratislava
-said all this
This doctor knew
we had fed jews
back in Bratislava
I ought to mention that
Since my return from China
to my family
sons and ninety year old mum
the level of pain therapy
as one wit calls their torture
stick is just another word for torture
but as stick is given in the West
by jewish doctors
it can't be called torture, do you see?
The pain level of the all night probes
is so high now
I wake up with my face yellow
They put the shock on all night too
that was Wolf, the german, scientist's invention
yes, ofcourse the germans are in it up to their necks..
squeezing heart valves, lung and the other stuff
for the brits on request
not surprising really
Hitler called the scientists for a little competition
to see who could kill the jews the quickest
(that's why we fed and clothed those we could
though we had seven children in our family)
They say that jewish psychiatrists then
used these things on german patients
so the tables were turned at the camps
(They should have caught the doctors responsible)
Now the jewish doctor Meyer does the same to us
only they like to hit friends
every night
every night
getting worse each night
that way she will forget..?
How do you prove a remote probe
used beyond endurance
year in year out.
I wrote to the medical Council at the top
they wrote me a stupid letter back
telling me to go to a doctor!
(doctors often tend to imagine
no other human have any brains by the way
it is a common fault of theirs)
I went to see a lawyer
a famous lawyer at that
known for being sympathetic
he said: go to a doctor.
Without the detail
I told a woman lawyer
The lab didn't answer her letters
and that was that.
That's what happened to women
in the States
who dared to complain..
then they were put back
with the men who had tortured them
though the States does try to monitor
we are like those women
We have no real home
made stateless by the big three
They belonged neither to Africa
nor to the States wholly
If I told the Chinese
what they do in Brittania
they wouldn't believe me
do you know that..
some of them feel guilt
at all the shouting about and at them
and haven't a clue
what the maniacs over here do -
secretly
endlessly
without ever stopping
with our Ministry's knowledge
and some of the Government too
to the population at large
and to some in particular
They haven't learnt yet from the Brits
secrecy and cunning...
All a woman of sixty-two can do
is try to continue each day
as the pain in the morning subsides
knowing the women at the lab torture
without ever caring a hoot
hope at least friends on the net
will read and listen
-people rarely do
Sometimes during lessons I give
they put a probe on to my cranium so hard
the pain becomes unbearable
(It's like someone bashing your head
with a stick non stop)
that's a guy called Green from Redbridge
from the south London Liberal Synagogue
they say with massive sadistic tendencies
and is now on full pay
but not at work
as he wouldn't stand inspection
He took my paintings home for his daugher Fay
from the damned machine
to copy and his wife copied
our refugee stories for the Woman's World
as jewish refugee stories!
After she had falsified our signatures
filling in the forms of permission
to be used as volunteers and patients
exactly as Hitler's mob had done
(they cry about that, yet do the same-
and why us, we helped them?
It is beyond me to understand)
They copy paintings I did
after Synagogue lectures
that is the most amazing thing of all
Innuendo she said, that was all
innuendo...
(they tell us remote
using tv, music and all sound vehicles)
and then broke my foot..remote of course
after which their Mustafa
broke my arm socket for me..
and I have to face another night
remote probes bashing
will he knock my cranium in tonight?
It is called weakening the threat
hopefully - they think-
for an early death.
It works very well
as the victim goes through the day
looks normal
just a little sicker than yesterday
in more pain
not even the people you live with
appreciate what is happening
the bruised organs are all inside
nothing is visible on the outside
just a little sicker than yesterday
stumble to teach
the springy step gone for ever
Nothing abnormal
nothing to be seen.
It is ten p.m. already...........
OFFSET BY BANK CHARGES
banks were told
that behavioural science
no, it is not proper human research
St Barths lab
were experimenting
The banks permitted it
though we are their customers
The lab could hack
into our accounts
what little money we had
and roll it
to their own advantage
The banks would try tricks
which could not be detected
move our money into others accounts
as the german woman banker
who took one thousand from my account
and put it into a german woman's
as part of the experiment
closing the loopholes for the brits
It would take a book
to describe all the thieving
the lab committed on our family
as an experiment they said...
I sold the family home
ten thousand is for us a lot of money
a woman alone with kids
and ancient refugee parents, scared
they took it out of bank after bank
such is the financial state
in this wonderful Britain
were helpless women
are robbed by labs
thousands taken over the years
as they pretend to be science
they offset each crime committed on us
by giving the nation something
robbing us
as we are so vulnerable
leaving the kids literally starving
letting each asian lab member health worker
take out of our accounts
as they pleased
they ordered the bank charges be changed
(we try to do some good
so no one wants to get us!)
If we go abroad
they do the same to us there
It is called a programme
because they bashed us to smitherenes
are scared of being caught
they ensure everyone else bashes us too
The brits never change..
MERSEYSIDE LIVER BIRDS AGAIN..
The Liver Birds
Mersey you mean
yes..yet again
it came through yesterday
the lab emails it
all your work
she gives us to use
this time
it even includes your letters
from China
and those love letters
to your husband
stories about your children growing up
about their grandparents and your grandparents
about you and those about you
in those blue school exercise books
taken by the lab directed thefts
by their ten lab thieves
Lab members get the work straight
to print as it stands
others have it mixed
with dirt written by the lab bossess
evidently she has a mind like a sewer
and they decided to punish me
for their own misdeeds
so get this
they try to give me their illnessess
their misfortunes
their weaknesses
and their dirt...
-they thought that one up
we'll make the victims of our crimes
pay for our crimes
and the government and Ministry agreed
so they would not have to pay compensation-
they call that mixing and matching
so that there is every variation out there
and if I should ever write or paint anything
it will be old hat and over used work
the lab told the liver birds:
we were all committed!
(gosh
must tell my daughter
Principal of a College
son
top Engineer of an American company
and the rest
and me too
committed?
I teach College and University)
that was eight years of my writings
often written in my bed at nights
which the junior Health Minister copied too
given by the lab
and a black girl too
well, just put they came out of darkest Africa
instead of Hungary..
same difference
when it is Behavioural Science
destroying literature and people
all through the lessons
of Hanuf and Sameesa and the rest
to which the Pakistani's at the lab listen to
not having had an education
to see what they can glean
(they used to use the frustrator during lessons
for years and years
that is, they irritate your womb
told me today
they were going to say
'why do you constantly feel like that'?)
Just as Anna of the lab St Barths
used to listen to my mum and dad
when they chatted to each other
(Simon Telewny and wife
political satirist known world wide)
Only bl**dy foreigners
after all
and all of them
so vulnerable
so old
with her remote machine
and then went to talk to the Ministry
she serviced
to impress them
with old Simon's opinions
after they had told her
'not too bright gel..what
but ok with your over the desk'......
Our whole family
taken prisoners
slowly destroyed
one by one
and manslaughtered.
As I type over microsound
''you let them.''
YOU WHAT...........?
It is unprovable
that is why they use it..
that is why their fellows
over in the States
gave them the methods
outlawed
and the machinery
but I will not be cowed..
even though their newpaper cheats
write up my stuff
for their leaders
knowing full well
I too worked on a newspaper
as did my dad..
Ah, the evil these cowardly brits do
and say it is now global!
can't take on anyone their own size
strike faceless in the night
without owning up
remote..
They say now they are going to try
to take down son-in-law's family
Brahmin's in India
Disasters to happen to them too
remote..
with love from England.
NEW STARS AND STARLETS
All things are found in literature..
all life is repeated in literature..
The Mafia of Sicily was cancerous
to its society
to its inhabitants
to the land it inhabited
Merit meant nothing
Talent meant nothing
Work meant nothing
The Mafia gave you your profession
as a gift
for its own uses...
The Lab St Barths Human Research London
is cancerous
to its society
to its inhabitants
to the land it inhabits
Merit means nothing
Talent means nothing
Work means nothing
The lab gives you your profession
as a gift
for its own uses..
They have neither skill
nor do they understand anything
as they lie to all about them
Once people paid to come to England
it gave prestige to come to England
the talented and the rich came here
Now anyone can come to England
just spin a good tale
or hide away and claim
and those who have money
flee this country
its corrupt top stays silence about the truth.
..and the lab?
' the brutality will come through
it will be heard and known with time ...'
'No, we will begin to do good works..' I quote
so, more Autobahn to be built.....
'We have a surfeit of population' he said
Let the secret experiments on the population begin
That's where it all began..
fine, we understand that
but why destroy us
hard working
clever and talented
That's the rub
and let's not mention a certain lady...
SOME FOLKS, LISTEN
Listen.........
not all Christians are white
not all Whites are Christians
not all Muslims are brown
not all brown people are Muslims
not all Africans are wild
not all wild people are Africans
not all Chinese people are communists
not all communists are Chinese
the ' not all' continues
without end...
so listen to that person first.
Some folk listen….
A ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FIRST
in this circling
of all crimes
to test the arm
of the lab St Barths research
so they can rule the land
in their way
not that of justice
and honesty
compensation of course is circling
Although one of the best pupils
at Grimsbly Art College
They 'over used' my lecturer
at the next Art College
It is called manslaughter
and not he alone
He had to give me a fail..
Then Scotts Francene
who works at the lab
copied all my poetry as hers
guaranteed sales by the lab
so when I did my Institute
Language test,
paid for by a grant by the Council
so sure were they of success..
I am a mother speaker by the way
They took it out of the post
.....having asked a director
whose name they say is similar to mine
who gave the lab permission
to rob all post from my post
told him that they were doing an experiment
(white coats and telephone calls
are always believed)
hundreds of letters
presents to grandsons...
and sent another test paper instead
a fail...
Reduce, reduce, reduce
(as the german said
a true Hiterite reduction
to the death, as were those
with added british cunning )
having told a director
of the Institute of Education
that they were doing an experiment
(white coats and telephone calls
are always believed)
Over the tv
they always tell me the real marks
not the bogus fails they force
so the Institute of Linguists
was a credit, seventy percent
and as all my marks are Oxford marked
that would be higher than it seems
(that is supposed to be a present
to be Oxford marked in all things!
Secretly!)
Art College also
Masters a second in reality
and Bachelors a first..
(they used Chris
an oxford grad
would be lover of the lab bossess, Anna
who wrote two books of my poems from the lab
as a pressy from Anny
-and a Tyne Tees Lecturer
to help them sort this out)
to make up for all this messing
and murdering of lecturers
they now have to do the opposite
a lab friend needed a first
to go on to what she wanted to do
so they helped her with all she wanted to know
so that she got a perfect first..
this lying cheat
now has the title of:
a clever girl..
yeah, clever indeed.
Knows whom to butter up.
The lab has done this same cheating
for several of the women hangers-on
all of their cheats are protected
and their are so many of them now!
Let's hope it doesn't end up like the earlier one
Pam of the Ministry of Pensions
who upped my old mums tax
to millionaire level
Pensioners with nothing but hard work
rebuilding the heavy industry of this country for them
had a daughter studying German
I am trilingual since childhood
so they gave her all my notes
(which was ridiculous
as there was an english version in the Goethe)
I just naturally translate in my head
and then gave Pam's daughter a first..
Poor girl got a job in a Bank
then couldn't understand the german clients..
I hated Hitler
he was a destroyer
hiding under the guise of help...
because he and the lab St Barths research
here in England
were and are as one..
but you know
when you hear the truth of things
you can understand why-
why people worked for him..
He needed ability
but sadly, he went mad..
If only Anna of St Barths Lab
and our government which knows exactly
what that super-evil female is doing
would go mad
as the people she sends mad
and join them in her own place of hell.
Some of her own workers
have said the very same thing.
Who would have thought England
was so corrupt.......
certainly not we!
This time, it
was Libby....
WHO IS ALBERT
Sitting here at my computer
this message comes through
using microsound..
Microsound as BBC2 told
is aimed from a computer
at your co-ordinates
at sound higher than human hearing
The lab uses this all the while.
No I am not deaf
but the Lab St Barths research do not help people
they use technology
to teach people how to steal and lie
and steal, lie, cheat and kill for their own pockets
to feather their own nests
how to destroy all that is decent and hardworking
They are the horror dictators of this generation
again
just as in Auschwitz camp five
which is the real reason why there is so much unrest.
"This is Albert
I thought I could make use of your life's work
and I have...
You don't know who I am
Go to the beginning...........
You can't because you don't know what it is.
We are invited into a studio
A machine has all your life's work
painting, sketches, stories, plays, poems
University Essays all of it
Everything is used time and again
by anyone they want
and we are all weak and cheats..
we are allowed to rob whatever we want
You are not considered as humans
nor as having any Rights what so ever..
You are considered as their toy, their lab rat
because they have used you for terror and pain
for over twenty two years now..
Remember all those they have killed in that time
and be thankful..
the old whore of the Health Ministry
the new murderers in white coats
just as we saw them before
The media, just as during Hitler
led by the nose of this dictator.."
For this privilege
of robbing your work
and torturing your family
in every way possible
we had you raped several times
in your fifties..
that was our compensation
(in our past
women who were raped repeatedly
went mad)
"I am going to go public
that is Lee the 'Pustules' man
but I will tell lies about you in my paper.
We make out that you are a mindless retard."
What a miserable creature you are Albert!
GENIUS
They seek genius here
they seek genius there
and most of us academics
know quite a lot about the subject
One thing not reported
from the secret labs St Barths research
the machine America
gave them to get them out of trouble
can hype your brain up a notch
whilst you are on the machine
and it might activate cancer
if you have that in you
they also found
when one of their Pakistani toilet cleaners
tried to hype up his brain
little happened and ofcourse he complained
sadly, if you do not have the natural stuff there
the machine can't raise you any further
It can only increase to its full capacity
what is already in existance
We are all different
God made us so
so, sadly, these 'expert' Asians, former health workers
have to be hoiked up artificially in their lab
Poor England being run by such a mob!
Incidentally, the machine can make you forget things..
all things are temporary on the machine
sexual highs all of it
as soon as you are off the machine
the extra hype disappears
even if you are a Majesty!
KEEP CIRCLING
This secret queen who rules
who maybe thinks to emulate
the earlier Elizabeth the first
but sadly brings no honour
Anna of the lab St Barths
they said today so not my words
I always admit a quote
(having been properly educated note)
'..is like a rat
with the plague
who will not stop
until everyone is smitten with the plague
or she drops dead..'
'Has all been circled?'
she asks even the purple
so all is circled
but like myself
this test of their powers
is meaningless to normal folk
All is circled goes like this
a secret programme being run
chaos theory shake everything up
with the new technology
of energy displacement
anything is possible
all their crimes have to be repeated
in different ways to cover the first crime
so for instance
we now have the second pavarozzi
or for instance
Harcourt is now repeated
The first was a Head teacher
who gave a third for a first from the machine
(with lab persons, this is now normal)
now Harcourt is repeated
(yes, it is world wide
few have resisted this evil)
most will think it coincidences
but if you keep records
and know of what has gone on over the years
you will find that all is repeated
and the media plays with them
We had always trusted the B.B.C.
and it goes on and on
like a bad play which will not end
He had warned his President
but be aware
it will really shake everything up
As someone said the other day
Brown is on their machine
so don't look for relief with him
The lab keeps pushing theirs to the top
the stupid and the mediocre
No it doesn't shock us
chicken farmers once ruled Germany
with Hitler in charge
and the plague ridden rat
is exactly like her twin
But Anna of the lab has America
and all its technology
He had not learnt the one thing
she knows to do so well
to smile, smarm or bed
anyone she needs
which order I do not say
They tell me to talk-
you know the truth
you've known the truth
for a long, long time
why don't you talk
and so do plenty of others
know the truth
including my government
and the governments of others
hoping all will pass by
with a few patronizing gestures
don't ever tell me again
leaders are there to serve us!
why don't they talk
the grease on their palms
might thin and disappear....
They tell me the lab St Barths
only tells a small amount
to each person it uses
That is its safety measure.
THE GODFATHER
In literature
you find it all
reading the Godfather
I found this little tale
'we wanted to be American
so we did as Americans did
but they did not respect us for it
and abused us and destroy our lives'
It echoes ours exactly
but we have no one to tell
Coming here, we wanted to be british
so we did as british did
expected to become part of them
expected their law to care for us
Then their most evil attacked us
in every possible evil way
you are so vulnerable
so boringly good they wrote
just as the Godfather said
we found it doesn't work that way
But we have no Godfather
to help us here
Only our honesty and hard work
most of our people long gone over the pond
Hard work?
I don't like to blow my own trumpet
but shortly you will again for the umpteenth time
watch my ideas and phrases on Eastenders yet again
The lab St Barths has had us as lab rats
to torture and rob and kill since eighty four
on their machine given them by the States
Nothing new has been found but much drowned
except how to abuse more corruptly
such brilliant technology abused
First they gave fails
and killed my lecturers
(sorry it's called manslaughter)
then they gave low marks
It, that is me, is the lab plaything now used for practice
Not a human to us so called lab crap
But we are humans
Then they decided
all we do and have done, is theirs
besides using us for torture wholesale
'The Royals sadly chose the side of evil
so can not now get out of it' I quote this..
So again, more of my ideas
will ring out of Eastenders
The L.A. Jew who designed this
ordered this - make her work a household name
then she can never talk and yours will never be caught
and so they did and have
as they continue torture to do
Now a new twist
the directed thefts
all work used is robbed
from our little two up two down
so I can never prove its origins.
They say this is for England's future
They say the jews of the lab began it
scared of being caught for what they had done
and then it was continued
and will be continued
raising their mediocre friends from nothings
such a corrupt country as Nero burns
It is a sad world we came to
worse in many ways than Hitler's and Stalin's
There at least we knew what and how to fight
and how and whom they were murdering
The English do everything in secret
from killing their highest
Should I tell all I know whom will they damage
Plenty of others know, -so you got away with it all?
but history teaches us
England was always so
Secrecy is so the population will not find out
as all the lab would all serve life sentences
Secrecy is so it will not be found out in the future
as then the reputation of the country would suffer
Strange country we came to
Wish we had a Godfather to help us..
and the reason for this massive secret programme
against the population?
seems totally pointless for anything
except the using of pure evil.
we've seen it all before, where we came from..
when people do great injustices
they always seek to convince themselves
that what they have done is just
the writers are told
that they research, wished me to begin anew
Told as I walked by Princess Alexandra Hospital
I must become a high class Prostitute by their boss
heck, I was fifty and had had five children
crazy people, running a secret sex programme
One day I might spill what they do in hospitals
especially as I nursed people there
The devil incarnate
here in London...
..and sadly, I had no Godfather, only Godmothers
Dr. Milada Cernackova and Maria Simkova
who baptised me in the chapel at Zochova Uliza
27th May the russians were in Bratislava
and newly born mites were baptised quickly
whilst they still could.
There were no men left!
THE BLACK DEATH
They call it the 'Full-Monty'
It is what they do
when a government department
has made a very bad mistake
which within the population
would be called a crime
and that crime is discovered.
With modern technology
and the friendly americans
who give away secrets
far too easily
to anyone at all
bless them
the full Monty
means just that
and step by step
just as in Camp Five
(not for nothing
did the jewish scientist
in the States
refuse to take part..
It is just like
Camp Five, this
he said, no way)
Now it is pustules
One Indian at the lab
wanted to prove
a mole could be made cancerous
(on me, on the machine)
I am not considered a human
they tell me
whilst sighing about
Auschwitz
The same jews we had saved back then!
Before I set off for China
to teach there for a bit of a rest
though I love my tiny two up two down
little miners cottage
here on the foot of the Pennines
they put on the machine
on which I am kept prisoner
Pustules and sores
Huge red pustules appeared on my hands
with thick yellow matter in them
then on my legs
My chinese pupils were very brave
not once mentioned them
I could not hide them
writing on the board..
slowly they dried in the chinese sun
Though someone on high
did say rather sharply
'do we really need the plague?'
This is a favourite trick of the lab
using China for alsorts of pusillanimous acts
Once they took out my hair by half
which is what they do to the retarded
as punishment
from the machine
then tried to blame it on Chinese shampoo
and Lynne at Hommerton
carried on long after I returned to England
a few, a few, a few
just as they work
a few crimes, a few crimes, a few crimes
and no one will ever notice..
The Pakistanis who run this show now
toilet cleaners and health workers originally
now being given the heights
exams all passed and all that crap
which the lab does in fact
merely laughed
(I quote them:
We hacked your bank account
and took five thousand for ourselves)
this is what happens in OUR country
Here we are allowed anything
It is so delicious
to torture elderly white teachers..
Anything at all
torturing british whites
Last night he adding:
I have been torturing for Anna
of the Lab St Barths
for five years
and this country is much, much
much more corrupt than ours.
Well, I had always told them that
We have the two extremes here.
The spite element?
always there with this lab
I had never suffered spots
and though not pretty as such
had always had totally clear skin.
They now have new people in the lab
as they give the whole world
every advance the Americans had made
using us helpless useful citizens
TO THESE FOREIGNERS
They have a whole bevy of women
to use for their experiments
for them to practice on now
BRITISH CITIZENS
TOTALLY UNPROTECTED...
When patients died in the past
The Anna was heard to say
'they are so weak!'
She gave permission the lab said
here is the form
here is her signature
but I never saw the form to read
I was never given any form
Nurse Hughes at West Ham Community Health
just yelled to sign or else
in May ninety-one..
An East London solicitor
trying to find this form for me
after three solicitors had tried to find it
even found a form at St Barths
with my signature on it
Signed as I sat at the desk
of East London University
at a lecture on Business Studies
Signatures and films
in England
are meaningless!
Putative thought that all is safe is mistaken
DON'T SIGN ANYTHING IN THIS COUNTRY
especially if it is a medical form - you think..
My dad the writer Telewny
had Small pox as a kid in his native Ukraine
his face was pock marked
They were taken to a Gulag
for telling the truth
I remind myself
with each mark I look at from the pustules
nothing has changed!
England will destroy the West
single handed.....
Nothing has changed.
HISTORY
Basically
Half of the history
of mankind
has been
ousting people out of their own place
or ousting people who have come to stay
often for long periods
even of hundreds of years
in 'some one elses' place
often welcome for a while
Consider, all through history
this has been the case
which is why
I would like to see a borderless world
having only one little twinge
should a cow fly with a butterfly
should a snake give milk
should bird pull a plough
should a fish stand guard
should a worm fly to the sky
people are likewise types
from places which are types
to which they have become suited
to which they build an inner attachment
which is built into them
what balance are upsetting?
When as a girl
come to the shores of England
(not of our own will, but invited)
longed to be like this new nation
having been a refugee and orphan
moving onwards since life's begin
emulated them in every way
went to Church of England schools
attended Church of England church
Mavis from over the road
sternly spoke to me
"Renate Telewny
do not imagine you can be english
you will have to stay for three generations
then we will give consideration
if it is possible for yours
to join this nation."
I had not listened properly
yet time and again
the same hammer was beaten
the same gong sounded
Now at last I have to listen!
THE LABOUR PARTY ANEW
She doesn't talk of what she knows
She won't say openly what is going on
She picks carefully what she reveals
She is too close-mouthed
We can't catch her out
We can't ridicule her
We can't destroy her reputation
We can't make her talk
Get her to join the Labour Party again
We will get her to talk
To tell the truth of what is going on
To tell all she knows
Then we'll get her on that one
Once a cheerful happy soul
Friendly to everyone
Chatty and trusting
Do these English have any idea
what we come from
what it was like
to survive under Hitler and Stalin
Exactly, BUT EXACTLY, like living here
on the machine of St Barths Human Research
which has no laws but its own
exactly as it was then....
They call it an opportunity
to try out what they please however evil
exactly what Hitler called it
Exactly what Stalin did.
DID SHE REALLY SAY THAT?
because you never talk about people
we did it for you
it was another of the damages
we put you through.
The Ministries and their mistress
ensure no jobs mainstream
for our family
as they cannot afford
the scandal
incase someone, anyone
heard the truth.
so a tiny, one man business I ran
often very successful
too successful
for the Ministries and their mistress
It grew on my reputation
for good value
promises upheld
and total trust
as has always been the case.
In old Bratislava
the massive jewish tailors
knew they could trust
the work of the little Hungarian
knew that he would never cheat them
no matter what happened
....and before that
our family was successful
as servants to our aristocratic families
Sumeg or where ever
as we could be trusted
it has always been the case
no matter what happened
My clients
mainly Muslims
like the same qualities
so the lab had to break that trust
"we destroyed your business
in this simple way
and other ways.."
You never gossip
...I don't feel the need to
I write and paint
read of things and listen to music
I can't remember the nuns our mothers
gossiping when I was a child
with fifty and more children to care for
to grow our food and care for our home
why waste time in gossiping...
there are so many interesting things to do..
so we did it for you.
Used by the lab
were the worst of RMN's
It makes me wonder
what exactly these women do
in their hospitals
They tell me
stirring up trouble
destroying people
causing misery
is their job.
I seem to remember
our nuns tried to make us happier!
I wonder what that lab said I'd said.....
No I don't
They have nasty minds
It is better not to stoop as low
as those who live in evil deeds.
ABOUT BABY GIRLS
This is not my story
but there is a similarity
The words are not mine
but I will repeat them
to make people aware
even if they don't like to hear..
This happens to so many little girls
from very tiny on
men, often from the same family
work them with their finger
constantly from babyhood
until the rupture is not noticed
They then use them for themselves
Big brothers, uncles, nephews, men..
Often when these girls marry
Their new husbands beat them
However hard we try
it is impossible to keep our girls safe
say the mothers..
I personally know of one woman
whose mother put her bed next to an old man
On her wedding morning to her young cousin
she was found in a pool of blood
He has beaten her ever since
Though she was and is an excellent wife
even when she was holding their baby
till blood ran from her head
onto their baby
He blames her.
One man answered this charge
This man is a professional at the lab
where several child rapists are employed..
Every man wants a young thing
not some woman
so we make them our own from birth.
Babies and children are helpless
I left my children's home nuns at nearly eight
to come to live with a forgotten mother
and her new husband
in a new country..
underfed-
the size of a three year old they said
- thin and scared.
She would send me in to the room of another man
'take uncle a cup of tea'
then took the silver he gave me away
He would sexually abuse me
constantly.
Later I hid.
I could not tell her
I was a stranger to them
She was a stranger to me
I could not tell my new father
he was even a different nationality to me
as was the man
who was the same nationality as my new father.
I couldn't tell my new countrymen
They were different to me
I was a foreigner..
My mother was a clever woman
but stupid in the wickedness of the world
a little, rich girl
educated by private Convent.
When at sixteen a man really fell in love with me
had not touched me
wanted to marry me
she asked the doctor to do a virginity test
What the hell for
I was healthy and clever
The Italian lived a long way away
and anyway wanted to marry me
begging for one long year to do so.
Though a Star Fighter pilot
the Italians had taken her beloved Tyrol!
I have to tell you something funny here
We also are part Italian in part of our family
her paternal grandmother's name was Bertodi!
Such a silly, with her passion for her Austria
-explanation, her mother was Austrian.
Girls are always alone
Girls are rarely believed against adults
Girls are not believed by adults
Girls are helpless
Girls are smaller
Girls who are small are picked on
Girls are taught to obey
I admire the girls, unlike me
who are lippy, mouthy and noisy, shouty..
I know they are safer girls
than the quiet girls, like me.
I taught my own daughter to speak out.
These poor little mites
are having this happening NOW
Right NOW
this day
this moment
NOW
They have no way out
and many, many, many people know about it.
I will get a bad name repeating it
I do not care
I know how much I suffered
So I know how much they suffer.
It is time doctors and others did something.
I begin to despair at doctors
One of mine began a life of horror for me and mine
diagnosing a stress headache as an extra need for sex
(with five children?) which he said he had..
and to cover some of his odd actions
gave our name to Research to use as they wished, secretly..
For crying out loud
what are doctors supposed to be for..........
PLAGER ENOUGH
quotes at 2.15 p.m. on Saturday over the t.v.
transmissions constantly broken into..
besides microsound
(sound on computer broken up and replaced on coordinates)
If we plager her enough
she can't do anything about it.
Give them Rights to her work
We had to destroy your heart
(you can feel when they press your heart valves
Four years ago I had one hundred percent health
and the British don't torture?)
We did that to your mother and father
It is so we can say it is a family thing
Every torture possible was tried on you
There is no way you can prove it
there is no way you can stop us
We call it weakening you.
We destroy absolutely everything
we don't count the cost
you are not a human being for us
not even a subhuman
we watch what can be rebuilt
Unfortunately you won't play our game
No body knows
but everybody knows
we put it on films and ads
Have you been seeding clouds
Yes, if you see it on films
believe it
we order the films to be made
a gradual introduction...
ALAN GARETH – TEA LEAF
Al came to the lab
Al took forty five paintings
from the machine at the lab
(they give all I do out
from that machine
from which they torture daily..
would that the americans
had kept their discoveries
in their well policed country)
all of them mine, sitting illegally at the lab
St Barths Human Research
Al was asked by Anna
Mistress of Ministers and Civil Servants
who had used the new technology indiscriminately
amongst the people without telling
finally making a mistake
which many on high saw
Anna asked Al
mix and match with yours
blend and personalise her work as yours
that is what they all have to do
later with directed thieving
we will rob all they have-
a poor lone mum with kids
Anna had already put the order out
prison for the kids
having destroyed the family background
(it is called a live experiment they say?)
any pretext
two weeks for speeding
and three months in a category B
(rapists and murderers)
for a nineteen year old
standing guard for a friend pinching videos!!
(doesn't matter what for
once on record)
Did you know the brits were so cruel
we certainly didn't
we refugees
poached from Australia
to come here in the forties
worked hard
never did any wrong
lived in poverty
for this freedom..
that's a laugh now
Yet they give terrorists who despise them
every freedom..
(If I wern't a decent person
I'd laugh at them)
I have in my second book
which the lab has robbed from everywhere
along with the first
printed the copy of a form
the promise Britain made to us
if we would only come and live here and work
if we were respectable citizens
we would be treated as such
such liars...
such liars they are
you all know
I loved the nuns of Bavaria
the mothers of my childhood at both Homes
the sharp and sweet of them
but they should have told me the truth
not glorified this place they were sending me to
Only the boys told the truth
fifty boys and five girls we were
and three nuns to care and grow for us
they said seven foot men on huge steeds
in red coats on horses would come and hunt me
and chase me into a corner into a hole...
rather like the dreams I had later
when I had to run across a blackened Europe
on our bellies to save my last son
take him to my children's home in Bavaria
empty when we got there
he was safe
but a thousand green hands
dragged me under all night..
and as for my new mum
with her glorious ideas of the Empire and the british
Couldn't they have guessed in old Royal Hungary
how the Empire was won
So much is never won by kindness
it is taken.......
thieves, thieves, thieves
that is what they said Esther Rantzen had said
then they beamed a mucky film
(supposed to be of me but yous all know me better)
into her studio
so that the woman I had stuck up for
also turned against me
Bad judges these jews!
Nor at my C. of E schools
(where I was pretty happy- I liked school)
we did lots of stories about the Empire
little black men up trees throwing down coconuts
and I painted the pictures to go with the stories
and nasty evil Bible stories
going on in Israel, not here
but I forgot
my grandad had said
England is built on the money of the Jews..
and he knew
we had a man from the woollen industry
he came yearly to sell us navy blue
for the jews whom we clothed
back there in old Bratislava,
No one told the truth ever.......
Now alan is having an exhibition of my work
with a line or two of his in it
with directed thieving
the young people
the slim young girl with black hair
living close by
taught by the lab to be thieves
(the only thing the lab teaches
is how to cheat, thieve and worse)
are now going to copy the paintings in my books
thieved by them
directed by the lab
(the lab has used about ten thieves
I quote them)
sektches of my daughter's godfather's suicide
they used to live in the opposite barrack to us
there at Warsaw Hamlet Refugee Camp
on the Lincolnshire Wolds
of our journey to the West
of our deaths and our lives
of bridges crossed
of orphanages and children's homes on the way to here
of all the horror we have gone through
(mustn't say, the English don't like it..
I was told over and over again)
which had never been spoken of before
we never speak of it
none of us
it sits in our hearts
so now english are robbing it all
to make money from our pain
so finally I had put it all into paintings
though some at the College didn't like them
the Head Faulkner would smile
'well little Mrs artist, what today?'
all done whilst at Art College
here in Sheffield our home
where they over tuned my lecturer
and a few more
(it's called manslaughter)
Al the thief is a cheat
as are all those the lab sponsored..
a country full of cheats
the boy who was tuned to steal all our histories
finds it is too foreign
he doesn't know how to use it
yet..
the lab used passage after passage
directed constant theft
is their cover...
when it is all over
their Doctor Meyer had thought
we will return it all back to the home
as though nothing has happened...
you were not supposed to write
or have been a real painter
we just didn't check anything
we never check anything
and we chose this for our home?
WOT PARTY?
to all those of you
who have read
Semen Telewny's work
to the Ukrainian millionaire
who wanted to sponsor him
to come to America
and then stupidly
took him to the underground
in New York
and frightened the daylights
out of him
a Kulak and a small town guy
and those who knew Hilda
who though a terrible tempered
Hun who would fight anything
but not now at ninety..
with her memory gone
but healthy and hearty in a way
please know
regards recent issues
SHE WAS NEVER A MEMBER OF THE NAZI PARTY!
SHE WAS NEVER A MEMBER OF ANY PARTY..
I am the party member not she
of the Socialist Party..
and my dad wrote about the Parties
and their many foibles
he used to say
young a communist
middle aged a liberal
old a conservative!
Hilda's great delight had always been
that she had never once
raised her hand in salute
though she had spoken to some of the mightiest!
(Hun's are a bit mad
even Hitler's mob realised that)
and as a family
we live and have always lived by honesty
which is not always appreciated by liars and cheats
end of that trial.
Now they have given me horrendous sores
Still claiming we are volunteers!
PROVE IT SAYS THE TORY....
MINISTERS AND MISTRESSES
IT would take
just a few laws
to take away
the total power
which Ann of the lab
St Barths Human Research
the old concentration camp system
of Auschwitz, Belsen and the rest
and to leave them powerless
or controlled..
to which she adds
"George of the New York lab'
has been been on the line
severel times.
If he thinks
we will help him again
he has another think coming."
I seem to remember
it was George of the New York lab
who came to the assistance
when the London lab
has set off the alarms
at Santa Monica
and committed
gross crimes
international and national.
George would have done well
to remember the past
Churchill in thirty nine
stood up in parliament
and said
'No jews, unless rich..'
personally, I think
they are all of them cracked!
Should Blair have a third term
Anna of the lab St Barths was asked
No, he must go..
King maker and breaker now
as well as murderers?
ETHEL OF SURBATON
Ethel says she lives a life of comfort
Ethel says it is all due to the work given
Ethel copies all my twenty years of work to the word
Ethel had one or two small successes before my stuff
Ethel had all her work returned from printers
Ethel copied exactly as told by the lab
Ethel now sells all her stuff mainly to the t.v.
Ethel still copies all my stories and all sell
Ethel is also on the machine at the lab St Barths....
Ethel wasn't ashamed when I saw her
Ethel was at my end of town
Ethel didn't recognise me from their illegal processing
Ethel didn't have to run for lunch between teaching
Ethel should maybe come to East Ham College to see me
Ethel is too dishonest to do that and knows it....
What with Ethel, Mrs Cricklewood
with Emma, with Brierley and all the rest--
we're allowed to destroy all the stuff given of yours
as for the devious Ernestine and Friedlander
the list goes on and on
The stuff science can do now that I know of..
you think in the future you won't be known
as the cheats you are mix and matching or not
robbing University work and processing..
Ethel, swaying her long brown hair
Ethel's hair is straight, unlike herself
Ethel, the cheat, now no longer has writer's block!
and with the directed thieving
of all work from our tiny miner's house
and the wiping of half of my work off the computer
with their high power illegal lab computers
Ethel need never worry
Ethel and the rest's cheating is covered
by the Lab St Barths Human Research....
ALL FROM HER BOOKS..
All this taking of words
all this taking of phrases
all this taking of sayings
are they mad
are they sad
are they just bad
simple idea by Ziegler of New York
(hope you had no cousins
in old Bratislava's jewish area
where we lived and gave to all)
barely known writer?
our writers pushed and raised to the top
each newspaper
each type of book
each type of novel
every magazine
no one will know
every one will think
all she has taken from all those books
though written long ago
into books much has been printed
but don't worry
they are none of them professionals
the Americans told us how to do it
If all professionals can do
is copy work
given them from a lab
which no longer cares for the retarded
I am not sure what it is to be a professional
TEENS..
I have the need to share
something I have just been told over my t.v. remote
presumably another research worker at St Barths
who abuses small children along with his co-workers
There is no problem in this, he put over
They come when they are in their teens!
Would this pervert male
like to let me know
why our Creator, nature
what ever you like to call your God
made childhood for?
just for his criminal lusts and those like him?
Sorry guys, if I had the power, I would have an answer
how to cope with you all so you never, ever did it again.
UNBELIEVABLE
Even Curry put some of it into her books
Even Blair used some in his speeches
They all came in and used it
Off the machine at St Barths Human Research.
We thought you had signed
to be used
that is what we were told
no one checked!
All those jokes were theirs
family jokes from all of them
right across the media
we sent them off in our names
and all those opinions
we listen to you constantly
all are immediately sent off
here is another opinion/fact we say
Why?
The lab had tagged us illegally
nineteen eighty four
the bossess had given our work
to all her friends at the Ministries
to curry favour she asked the politicians in too
do help yourself
our victims don't mind
they all came into the lab
as all her staff had written down straight off the screen
and sent it to where ever they wanted
Monologues, stories and what ever
she had to cover them all
Friedlander tells us today
he was told I was at an orgy
(I've only ever been to two parties
and they were no orgies)
and I don't want any of the work anyway
so he could use it all
Then they added
Friedlander is an idiot
and all the rest of them
idiots to be used by such a scam
so that way the lab is safe
by the total criminalisation of the whole country
to cover the gross misconduct
of one little gov. lab which should care for the retarded
added the bossess
"I gave the Ministers and Civil Servants my body
they have to take care of me!"
Major didn't do anything, nor did Thatcher...
Blair helped the criminals of criminals to crime
few know what he did to his country
such is western freedom. Artists artificially created.
Freedom for whom. Setting off international alarms
gross misconduct used to be a crime
and they had already had a warning
We (tv) had to ask
Did Prince Charles use her work too?
answer:
Yes!
Yea Gods!
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Ok so here I am somehow with a second fic in a matter of, what, two ish days? Anyway, this is one that I wrote and posted last year but I reread it and it sucked so I took it down and rewrote it. Hope you like it!
Word count: 5.5k
Warnings: none? swearing? Typos for sure.
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You loved him with your whole heart; there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for him, and you knew that he felt the same about you. At least, that’s what you used to believe.
Ever the one for dramatics, a three am alarm was what made you question not only your whole relationship but your whole existence. The witching hour was an ungodly time to be waking up and getting ready, no matter what the reason was. Even when it involved flying off to Europe for a destination wedding that involved Jake’s entire team.
“Babe?” you call to him, the shower just turning off. He pokes his head out, hair wet, droplets of water rolling down his face as he waited for you to answer, “We’re going to have time to stop at a Dunkin’, right?” you whine, doing everything in your power to not pass out then and there instead of finishing your packing.
“Maybe?” he says, ducking back into the bathroom before coming out with just a towel on, hanging on his waist. If you weren’t so exhausted, the things you could be doing right now, your mind wanders as he continues talking, “We have to get through TSA and I don’t think they would allow you to bring that through security, would they?”
“Fucking hell,” you mutter to yourself, throwing the last of what you needed into your suitcase, trying to find anything of Jake’s lying around that you knew he would forget. “What if I finish it in the car before we go through security?” you beg, hoping he’ll cave.
“Y/N,” he sings, “then you’re going to have to use the bathroom a million times and it’s going to be my fault.”
“Do I have to be pleasant before I get coffee in me?”
You hear him laugh from the bathroom as you lean back on the bed and close your eyes. “You wouldn’t be you if you were pleasant before your coffee, babe.” You do everything in your power to try to stay awake while he gets ready, him saying random things as he runs around getting dressed, you murmuring weak responses in return. “Hey, come on, sleepyhead,” he says, pulling you off the bed, “We’ve gotta get to Logan.”
You drive there in silence, praying for the moment you get coffee in you as you still struggle to stay awake while Jake keeps talking. The car stops, Jake pulling down the window when you finally open your eyes, seeing that you were sitting in the drive-thru line at Dunkin. “God, I love you,” you say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, a smile covering his face.
“Who’s paying, you or me?” he asks, not letting you answer due to the voice of the cashier inside coming through the speaker to take your order. Two small coffees, enough to hold you over for the drive to the airport before you get more coffee once you’re through the gate. He looks at you as you stare down at your phone, having to check your bank account to see if you even had the money to begin with. “I’ll pay for both,” he says, a calm tone covering her voice.
Money for you was tight. You had never really struggled to pay your bills and your share of the utilities, but you definitely didn’t have the amount of extra cash that Jake did because of the seemingly never-ending student loan payments you were making. “I’m sorry,” you say, taking the coffee from him so he can get to driving again. You hated having the money conversation; no matter who you talked to, they always seemed to bring up the fact that your NHL player boyfriend made more money in a single season than you had seen in your entire life. It always left things awkward, as the implication of you being a gold digger hung in the air between you and the person you were having a conversation with. “I can probably transfer some money from my savings for extra stuff, but I had really only planned on buying a few meals and a few other trinkets for my family,” you admit, staring at the low number that showed in your checking account.
“Hey,” he says, resting his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off the road, “It’s fine. Anything you want, I’ll pay for it.” You smile at him, hoping he couldn’t tell from the corner of his eye that it wasn’t sincere. That was another thing you hated: other people covering for you. You grew up being taught that if you didn’t have money for it, you either didn’t pay for it until you had the money yourself, or you forewent it entirely. Having to worry about paying someone back was unnecessary stress in your life. Or, if they were like Jake, then they would insist it was their treat, not taking the money you owed them no matter how much it was.
You look out the window, the empty, tree-lined highway lighting up as the sun rose over it, the sky turning from the dark purple night to a brilliant orange right in front of you. You had never been one to wake up for the sunrise, taking in the sight for what was probably the first time in your life. “It’s so beautiful,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this calm and quiet before.”
“I’ve seen one thing more beautiful than this,” he says, a huge smile on his face.
“What?” you ask, bracing him for the cheesy comment you knew he was going to make.
“You,” he says, proudly, trying to find your hand without looking away from the road, bringing it to his lips before connecting his back to the wheel.
“God,” you moan, both of you laughing, “That was so corny.”
“Well, they call me Chef JD, gotta have some corn sometimes,” he says, resulting in you screaming.
“I will in fact leave you if you say something like that again,” you tell him.
“Yeah? Where would you live, then?” he teases, immediately regretting his words, “Fuck, sorry.”
“I’d figure something out,” you tell him, trying to match his teasing tone so that he doesn’t think you took it the way you did. The rest of the ride to the airport is in silence, you both finishing your coffee as you pull up, seeing some of the guys getting their stuff out of their car at the same time. “Hey, aren’t international flights normally at night?” you ask Jake, Charlie, and Matt coming over to help you guys get your bags.
“Bergy booked the flight for all of us and we don’t question him,” Charlie says, pulling Jake away from you, the two of them wandering into the airport with Kylie trying to keep up with her own boyfriend
“It should be more concerning to all of you that he has to act like your father,” you say to Matt, walking with him to security. Besides Jake, you were closest to Matt. He adopted you as a pseudo younger sister, the one who knew just as much, if not more about you than your boyfriend.
Matt shrugs, watching Charlie and Jake mess around with each other in line in front of you, “It just kind of happened that way. None of us ever questioned it, like Chuck said.” The two of you watch the boys, bickering about something as they seemingly all forget their girls were standing right around them. You and Matt fall into a mundane conversation, watching Jake and Charlie together as they pass through security. The five of you gather your things, trying to find which way your gate was so you could meet the rest of the guys before boarding the flight.
Matt figured out that you were supposed to head to the left, so naturally, Jake and Charlie veered right, leaving you and Kylie with all their stuff to lug to the gate. “Where are they going?” you ask Kylie, dumbfounded as you struggle to carry Jake’s bag along with your own stuff.
“Charlie mentioned he was hungry on the way here, so I’m just hoping that’s where they’re going,” she mutters, “Dealing with all of them together is like herding cats,” clearly as cranky as you were earlier that morning as you try to stifle your laughter. Just like you, Kylie was not a person to interact with before she had caffeine in her, one of the reasons the two of you got along so well.
You get to the gate, Jake and Charlie nowhere to be seen even though you were suddenly surrounded by the rest of the Bruins roster. From the looks of the waiting area, the flight was mostly the guys and their families, and thankfully so: you would hate to be on a plane with the Bruins organization if you were outside the organization itself. You loved the boys, but god, they were loud and annoying sometimes. Everyone else on the plane would definitely hate the group, but they didn’t care. The city was fueled by the hate of everyone who wasn’t them.
Jake and Charlie finally reappear, more coffee and now food in hand. Jake hands you what he got you as you reposition yourself so you’re sitting cross-legged on the seat, slightly uncomfortable due to how scrunched up you were so you could face him. You lean over, kissing his cheek before you start eating
He turns his head to smile at you as you catch him off guard and kiss him again. “What’s this for?”
“I don’t tell you enough that I appreciate you,” you say to him, taking a bite of the breakfast sandwich he got you.
Jake smiles at you, turning himself so he faces you. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him so he can kiss your forehead, mumbling something you can’t quite make out against your skin. Charlie starts chirping Jake over something, resulting in him leaving you to go argue with his teammates. You can’t help but smile as you watch Jake and his teammates. You knew he loved them, just like they loved him.
“You didn’t have coffee in you when I was talking to you before and you were actually pleasant?” Matt plops down next to you, taking your attention away from Jake.
You roll your eyes at him, even though you knew he was right, “Shut up, Gryz. Jake and I stopped for coffee on the way here. This is round two,” you say, raising the cup to him. The two of you watch some of the younger guys aggregate around Jake and Charlie, Jake telling them some story while they hang onto every word of his, laughing their heads off with every sentence. “God, he loves you guys.”
“Yeah, but you know he loves you more,” Matt says, nudging your shoulder.
“I think he loves Oreos more than he loves me sometimes,” you joke, knowing that it’s not true. Hoping that it’s not true, more like it.
“Trust me, JD loves three things in this order: you, hockey, then Oreos. He loves you more than he loves hockey. Nothing you can do will change that.”
You both laugh, the announcement for your flight to board interrupting the noise the rest of the guys were making. Jake rushes over to your side, picking up the bags both of you were planning on bringing onto the plan, practically pushing Matt out of the way. He kisses you on the cheek, a soft smile on his face.
“What?” you ask him, linking your arm in his.
“I love you,” he says, getting in line behind some of the guys.
“I love you, too,” you say, leaning your head against his arm.
“Ready for seven hours on a plane with these fools?” Jake asks, using his other arm to gesture to the rest of his teammates.
“I’m only ready because you’re with me,” you say to him in a sing-songy voice.
“Woah! So you can be corny, but I can’t?” he jokes, sending you two into a flirty bickering match as you board the plane with everyone. You get settled into your seats, resting your head on his shoulder to hopefully fall back to sleep despite the amount of caffeine coursing through your veins. You can hear the guys talking around you, probably annoying the rest of the passengers on the flight more than they intended.
You end up in that half awake-half asleep state while on his shoulder, the sounds of the rest of the guys fading in and out as you did. You could feel Jake occasionally kissing the top of your head, resting his on yours in an effort to go to sleep like you were. Both of you were woken up by the sound of the flight attendant coming through with food, the long flight warranting a hot meal, you and Jake being handed something different than the rest of the people around you.
“What is it?” you whisper to him once the flight attendant has passed by you.
“None of the free meals looked good so I got us something different,” he says, taking a bite of what looked like chicken covered in some sort of sauce.
“We could have just done the free meal so you wouldn’t be paying for me again,” you mumble, a little annoyed that he didn’t even ask when paying for food made things awkward earlier that morning.
You sit there in silence, eating the food that Jake bought you. Honestly, it was airplane food, not something that you had even wanted in the first place but you couldn’t let it go to waste now.
“I think I’m gonna go sit with Charlie,” Jake says, getting up without saying another word once the food is gone, leaving you to sit there by yourself with the other people in the row.
You try to find something to watch on the screen in front of you, only to be interrupted by Matt appearing and Jake’s seat, startling you as you rip out the headphones you had on while the first movie available was starting to play. “Your boy just kicked me out of my seat by sitting on top of me.”
You can’t help but laugh, picturing the other passengers' reactions around then as the grown men that were Jake and his teammates acted like absolute children. “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that he did that or that fact that I’m not shocked that he did that.” You watch him with Charlie, your smile fading as his grows.
“Hey, what’s up?” Matt asks, pulling your attention away from Jake.
“Same argument that we haven’t really fought over yet.” Matt was the only one on the team that knew about the seemingly never-ending awkwardness that surrounded you and Jake when it came to money. “It’s not getting worse, but it’s more frequent. I’m just worried we’re gonna end up blowing up at each other and losing each other in the process,” you tell him, fixating on the screen in front of you.
You hear him exhale, looking over to see a sad look on his face. A single lock of hair falls down in front of his forehead, moving along with the rest of his head, “Couples fight. I don’t want to tell you that you should have this argument this weekend, but you have to talk about it. And I mean really talk about it, not just the vague undertones you two constantly have dancing around the subject.”
You stare at him, slightly confused at how something like that came out of him, “I don’t like how you said that so eloquently,” you laugh, Matt throwing his head back to join you.
“But you know I’m right,” he says.
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” you huff, waving him off.
Without another word, he hands you his other earbud, starting a movie on his screen that would hopefully last the rest of the flight. You rest your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the screen, picturing Jake in his place.
You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you must have at some point because the next thing you know, the movie is over, the plane is about to land, and Matt is trying to get you off his shoulder so he can get back to his seat. “Hey, Y/N,” he whispers, nudging his shoulder gently. “Jake’s coming back,” he says, acting as if he didn’t want to get caught with you asleep next to him.
“Hi,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes as he plops back down in his seat, him kissing your cheek as you now struggle to stay awake. “It’s like, the middle of the night now, isn’t it?” you ask him, having no idea the time difference between Boston and where you were.
“I think it’s like 10 pm. I didn’t realize I was dating an old woman,” he jokes, pulling a laugh from you.
“You wear me out, babe,” you say, everyone getting up from their seats, the boys making more noise than anyone on the plane as people anxiously waited to get off.
“And you keep me young,” he says, giving you a quick peck before handing you your bag.
You hear someone groan behind you, turning to see Matt standing there already waiting for the two of you to move out of his way. “I’m not going to hang out with you if you’re like this the entire trip” he teases.
You can’t help but scoff, playing into the teasing nature of his comment. “Sorry, bubs, you’re the only one who didn’t bring a date so that makes you our third wheel.”
“I could third wheel any of the guys here and you know that,” he tries to defend himself as Jake grabs your hand and starts to pull you off the plane.
“That’s a weird thing to brag about,” you tell him, the three of you walking in a line to go get your bags, you and Matt carrying a conversation while Jake stands off to the side, not paying attention to the movement of the unfamiliar airport around him.
Everyone waits outside for whatever transportation Patrice had arranged to the hotel, still unsure how he swung any of the details he did. The guys had way too much energy considering how many hours they spent cooped up on a plane. You were exhausted, the coffee practically gone from your system as you tried to convince Jake to just go back to the hotel room with you and spend the night in. “Please?” you beg him, draping yourself on his arm as he waited to get your room keys.
“But the guys want to explore the city,” he whines, jutting his lip out to you.
“I have no more coffee in me,” you whine back. He pouts at you, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to try to convince you to stay in or go explore with the guys. “I will do anything you want.”
He raises his eyebrows, pulling you close to him, “Anything?” he asks, forgetting the guys surrounding you as he kisses you, his grip around your waist tightening as his teammates start teasing the two of you.
“Hey, JD! Save that for the bedroom!” Matt chirps, your face turning bright red at his words.
“Ah, fuck off and let me love her,” he says, his forehead against yours. “I think I like the sound of the bedroom.”
You ignore the chirps from the boys as he kisses you again, the heat in your cheeks not subsiding until the two of you get to your room. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out with the guys? Apparently, the nightlife is supposed to be awesome in the city,” Jake says, flopping down on the bed. You had been there all of two seconds, and he was already starfished on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
You sigh, sitting down next to him. “I told you I don’t want to go out,” you repeat, a little more annoyed than you intended to sound. “I’m tired, and when we go out, we’re going to end up spending more money and-” you stop, cutting yourself off as Jake sits up.
“Hey,” he says, taking your hands in his, “I told you I would pay for you. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is, though. To me it is. I don’t need you to keep paying for me for everything. I don’t want you to.”
“What’s the big deal?”
Were you really about to have the fight you and Matt talked about on the plane in your hotel room? “Don’t you get it? You have so much money while I’m constantly struggling to make ends meet because of fucking loans. Do you know what it’s like to be a grown adult and live off someone else's money, the constant looks from people when I talk about you that say they think I’m just dating you for your money? That unless you’re home and go grocery shopping for us, I have to choose between food and gas until you get back? All I am is a fucking burden.”
“What, you think I don’t know about all of that? Why do you think I pay for you? So you don’t have to worry about food and gas,” he says, getting up.
“And I hate that you do that!” you snap, “That you feel like you have to. It’s like a slap in the face that I can never pay for anything and you have to pay for everything.”
“So what do you want me to do? Stand by and watch you struggle when I have the means to help you?” The volume of his voice matched yours, hearing doors in the hallway opening and closing, praying that it wasn’t other guests trying to figure out what room the screaming match was coming from.
“I don’t mind if you help out once in a while when I really need it but it’s stuff like the second round of Dunkin’ when I could barely get the first, the meal on the airplane when they give out free ones, or when you keep asking to go out, knowing that we’re going to spend money after I told you no.” Jake rolls his eyes, pushing past you and out the door. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going out with the guys. You want something, you can get it yourself, see if I care,” he hisses, leaving you standing there with the door propped open by your foot, watching him walk away. Matt gets off the elevator when he tries to get on, saying something you can’t make out when the elevator door closes.
“What the hell happened?” Matt asks, looking between you and the elevator.
You shake your head, trying to hold back the tears that were forming, knowing that there were other people in the hallway that had just witnessed the end of whatever that was. “Remember the fight you said we would have? We just had it,” you tell him, flopping down on your bed with your hands over your face. You let out a long groan, feeling the weight of Matt’s body sink the corner of the mattress down. You knew he was giving you that sympathetic look that was going to make you more upset, feeding into your already upset nature just that much more.
“What happened?” Matt repeats.
“We just finally snapped. God, of all places to have a stupid fight like this, we have at the night before your teammate is supposed to get married. I mean, fuck, we’re in Barcelona, for god's sake and you and I are here watching me mope instead of exploring like we should be.”
“Well, who says we can’t?”
“My bank account.”
Matt pries your hands off your face, forcing you to sit up despite you clearly not wanting to. “There’s so much to do in Barcelona at night that doesn’t involve spending money. We can find the guys no problem, probably doing something free.”
“And how do you expect we do that?” you ask him as he tries to drag you off the bed, grabbing the room key on the way out the door.
Matt waves his phone in the air, a smug look on his face. “I have the location of everyone on the team, past and present, on Find My Friends.”
You hesitate for a minute, your wallet and bag sitting right there by the door for you to grab to go join your boyfriend and his teammates and try to enjoy the night despite the fight you just had. “Matt,” you try to protest, your eyes darting back and forth between him and your bag. You didn’t want to worry about Jake on the night out, but you knew you couldn’t be spending a lot of money. You had been out with the guys too many times before when Jake promised they wouldn’t be big spenders, only to go home and have to worry about how you were going to survive to the next paycheck.
“If you want anything then I’ll pay for it and you pay me back with food or something. Y/N, Jake is wandering Barcelona with Charlie right now, probably just as upset as you are,” he tries to reason with you. “There’s no point in sitting here alone in your hotel room when you’re in a city that you’ve been talking about visiting for as long as I’ve known you.”
You let out a groan, knowing that he was right. “I can’t stand you,” you mumble, grabbing your bag and heading out the door with him.
Matt had his phone pulled out, trying to navigate the city based on a little dot that showed your boyfriend’s location. You had no idea where you were going, and, to be honest, you weren’t sure that Matt had any idea either. You had never been in a situation where the two of you had to wander through unfamiliar territory before, but something told you it was going to be a while before he figured out how to get to the rest of the guys.
“Matt, this is useless. We’ve been walking around for over an hour already,” you tell him, sitting down on the bench that was just off the path you had been taking.
“It hasn’t been an hour, you’re being dramatic.”
Matt sits down next to you as you pull out your phone. “We left the room at 10 pm. It’s 11. That’s an hour,” you snap at him, clearly hating that you can’t find them. “I just want to see Jake,” you mutter.
“Have either of you calmed down enough to have an actual conversation with each other? You know, not a screaming match?” Matt asks you, watching the small dots that represented his teammates move around his phone screen. “If you want to try to figure out your way around here, when neither of us speaks the language to ask for directions, we can. If not, we go back to the hotel.”
You stare at his phone, seeing JD, CM, TF, two JS’s, and a DP altogether, somewhere off the road where neither of you were able to figure out how to get to them. You shake your head, thinking about Matt’s words: you weren’t sure you were cooled off enough to talk to Jake rationally, and you had a feeling he was still the same. “Let’s just find our way back to the hotel,” you tell him, getting up off the bench.
You look at Matt, the look of sympathy covering his face as he follows you back the way you came. You probably could have easily found Jake and the rest of the guys, working out whatever the hell you needed to before the wedding tomorrow. If you couldn’t work it out, what did that mean for your future, though? If you didn’t live with Jake, you would be struggling way more than you were now, probably living paycheck to paycheck without the luxury of everything Jake did for you.
Were you wrong to be mad that he was trying to help?
The two of you get back to the hotel, the empty lobby eerily echoing with your footsteps on the marble floor. You hadn’t even noticed it before, the hotel you were staying at was probably the nicest one you had ever set foot in. You were tempted to sit on one of the chairs in the lobby, wait there for Jake and the rest of the guys to come back despite the fact that they would probably be drunk off their asses when you saw them.
Matt puts his hand on your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Do you want to stay down here and wait?” he asks you, reading your mind, “Or, do you want to go back to either your room or mine?”
“I don’t want to impose,” you try to protest.
“So, you’d rather go back to an empty room and wallow alone instead of sitting on my bed, eating ice cream, and watching a movie,” he tempts you, raising his eyebrows with his offer.
“I don’t want ice cream.”
Matt scrunches his nose, letting out a laugh. “I never said the ice cream was for you. It’s summer, I can cheat on the nutrition plans a little more right now.”
He manages to pull a laugh from you, the two of you heading up to his room. You plopped yourself on his bed, your hands behind your head while you couldn’t take your mind off Jake. You really didn’t want him to be as miserable as you felt, but part of you also did want that. Was that bad?
You knew you had to set boundaries. You knew you couldn’t live without him, both financially and in life in general.
“You know,” Matt says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again, “The guys are back here at the hotel. If you wanted to go back to your room, I’m sure you could talk to him now.”
You roll over, your back facing Matt. “I don’t think he would want to talk to me.”
Matt sighs, lying down next to you and staring up at the ceiling. “Like I told you in Boston, Jake loves you more than anything. If I know anything about him, he’s just as miserable as you are, probably back in your room panicking about where you are.”
You turn to him, narrowing your eyes. “This is your way of trying to get me out of here before the ice cream comes and you feel like you have to share with me, isn’t it?”
You both laugh, sitting up to get ready to go. “Oh, of course.”
You head out, opening the door, caught off guard by who was standing there. “Jake?”
He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. “I thought you would be here.” You nod, both of you standing there in an awkward silence as you held the door to Matt’s room open. You didn’t know if you should speak first or wait for Jake to do it, and apparently, he felt the same.
“As much as I love just staring at you two,” Matt breaks the silence. “Would you be able to do this with my door closed? You can be in here, but,” his voice trails off. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear whatever it was you were about to talk about even though he already knew.
“We’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him, letting his room door close behind you as Jake took your hand in his, leading you down the hall to your room.
You don’t say anything until you get into your room, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed.
“I’m sorry I got mad,” he says, his hand still in yours but unable to look at you.
“I’m sorry I got mad,” you repeat, for lack of better words to say. “We need boundaries. I get that you want to pay for things, but I need you to ask me before you do, especially if it’s something we don’t necessarily need.”
“Ok,” he draws out, trying to figure out how to frame his words. “Would you be ok with asking me for help when you need it? You know I can help you, and it kills me seeing you struggle when I have the means to make this stop.”
“I just want you to ask.”
He smiles at you, raising his hand to cup your face. “I will,” he says, his lips finding yours for a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
You spend the rest of the night together, trying to figure out boundaries of what and when Jake can lend you money, what should be paid back, what he doesn’t want back, everything. It was the conversation you should have had years ago, yet never did.
The next morning, you get ready for his teammate's wedding, slipping on the dress, your back towards Jake while he put on his suit. “Can you zip me up?” you ask him while he adjusted his sleeves.
He comes up behind you, his fingers holding the small zipper and slowly pulling it up your back. Jake wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in front of the mirror hung on the wall of the room, his head nestled on your shoulder. “I can’t wait until we get married.”
You laugh, craning your neck to kiss the side of his head. “That’ll be an expensive day, won’t it,” you joke.
“Yeah, maybe. But spending the rest of my life with the girl I love? That’s priceless.”
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