Isn't it interesting, Fava...
I had an idea, Fava, why let's not think big
and have with our market traders' association
a big society bash in the painted hall -
after all, we pay tax even for that and
why should always only ever celebrate in there
the rich and famous and the ones of the
universal piratery Pallbearer's mall -
I mean we deserve also a little treat from time
to time away from all that filth and grime and crime
in tha street; and not just to put up our feet with a
nice cuppa at home - let's have a celebration,
Fava, and I heard there is even in that hall
a sort of dome...
But recently, as to be honest, I can't really be bothered
to go in there, but I passed by and saw some pale faces
in their disgraces trying to make an escape with a
Graf Dracula cape that they did around their private parts
drape at night - was that some Elisabethan party fight?
As when I saw the pictures of the hall I was a little
bit disturbed to see a pattern on the floor that reminds
me too painfully of the war, and the old Romans and
even the Nazis - I mean, who could be so stupid
and paint the tiles with a swastika and think they
can get away with that kind of viles and taint
on our English soul?
Why has nobody brought that to HM's attention -
I would give that painter a mighty longlasting
detention for putting that kind of pattern right
in front of our eyes - I wonder, when it was laid
out like that; that geezer must have had one
shot too many of the blood of an aryan church
rat or drank some poisonous chalice, in which
a secret society grand master spat?
One hears all these stories from the cabbies,
who like to chat, and they often transport
secret documents and many a church rat
from one place to another and bring through
gossip purposefully also even on you disgrace
behind ya back, Fava, you need to watch out
as some of ya bishops for ya head and blood
shout because ya tell the truth and I heard there
is much to be said also about the Pentateuch
before and after ruth, and I heard one swearing,
'by Merlin's beard'. Has this Merlin now converted
to Christianity or not?!
I find this all very confusing but I know, Fave,
that with you in safe hands are the eternal
wedding bands of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala
and of the holy truth as ya are, so to speak, in the
direct succession in ya soul the Son of God begot,
at least that is, what I saw in a dream, and I did
next to me wife at first with a laugh and then
in awe scream out aloud - and then I was there
all peaceful and warm upright in my bed like in
the most beautiful cloud.
And another time I saw, what certain individuals
had done to ya on the cross and I cried my heart
out about ya blood and that also ya wife Mary
Magdala was kneeling at ya feet in a flood
of her own blood that she was still loosing
after the birth of ya children on the way
to ya cross - no, Fava, that was a nightmare
so real that I still cry at the very thought of
how there was of the apostles none left,
who helped ya and her with ya loss
and later only Philip supported her, when she
was all alone and bereft but even he
could not prevent ya own
and Philip's and Mary Magdala's holy writings'
theft;
and I saw also in another dream that ya own
mother wished on ya babies the cleft and had
ordered for them to be killed as she wanted
to take over from ya the power and wanted
herself to be the one and only holy blossom
flower - but I never really believed in the
purity of her bosom as too promiscuous
and vulgar I find even the paintings in
the Vatican - which holy soul would allow
paintings like that, other than a secret society
rat, and I think now, maybe we should
have just a drink in our local for our party,
as that Sodom and Gomorrha even in a
painted hall in our beloved South London
is too much for us simpleminded trying to
be decent and to lead a life with one wife in dignity,
even though she is sometimes a lovely almighty nag, who does me
even on a Sunday through me mates'
shops drag for Christmas shopping,
but one thing is for sure - we market traders
are not used to wife swapping and sinful partner hopping
neither at home nor under a painted hall dome -
and I pray that God may forgive me to go on a
Sunday before Christmas shopping as me regular sin
but it is from my heart for me next of kin
as I work hard for a living, yer know that, Fava,
and at night I don't like to a shopping mall to
be driving but I also don't like into murky
unholy waters for a membership fee be diving,
yer know, what I mean - but I am thriving,
when I can spill on somebody, who wants ya
and yer wife to kill the bean.
Mother Ziggy Agocsi
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 14th December MMXI
I had an idea, Fava, why let's not think big
and have with our market traders' association
a big society bash in the painted hall -
after all, we pay tax even for that and
why should always only ever celebrate in there
the rich and famous and the ones of the
universal piratery Pallbearer's mall -
I mean we deserve also a little treat from time
to time away from all that filth and grime and crime
in tha street; and not just to put up our feet with a
nice cuppa at home - let's have a celebration,
Fava, and I heard there is even in that hall
a sort of dome...
But recently, as to be honest, I can't really be bothered
to go in there, but I passed by and saw some pale faces
in their disgraces trying to make an escape with a
Graf Dracula cape that they did around their private parts
drape at night - was that some Elisabethan party fight?
As when I saw the pictures of the hall I was a little
bit disturbed to see a pattern on the floor that reminds
me too painfully of the war, and the old Romans and
even the Nazis - I mean, who could be so stupid
and paint the tiles with a swastika and think they
can get away with that kind of viles and taint
on our English soul?
Why has nobody brought that to HM's attention -
I would give that painter a mighty longlasting
detention for putting that kind of pattern right
in front of our eyes - I wonder, when it was laid
out like that; that geezer must have had one
shot too many of the blood of an aryan church
rat or drank some poisonous chalice, in which
a secret society grand master spat?
One hears all these stories from the cabbies,
who like to chat, and they often transport
secret documents and many a church rat
from one place to another and bring through
gossip purposefully also even on you disgrace
behind ya back, Fava, you need to watch out
as some of ya bishops for ya head and blood
shout because ya tell the truth and I heard there
is much to be said also about the Pentateuch
before and after ruth, and I heard one swearing,
'by Merlin's beard'. Has this Merlin now converted
to Christianity or not?!
I find this all very confusing but I know, Fave,
that with you in safe hands are the eternal
wedding bands of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdala
and of the holy truth as ya are, so to speak, in the
direct succession in ya soul the Son of God begot,
at least that is, what I saw in a dream, and I did
next to me wife at first with a laugh and then
in awe scream out aloud - and then I was there
all peaceful and warm upright in my bed like in
the most beautiful cloud.
And another time I saw, what certain individuals
had done to ya on the cross and I cried my heart
out about ya blood and that also ya wife Mary
Magdala was kneeling at ya feet in a flood
of her own blood that she was still loosing
after the birth of ya children on the way
to ya cross - no, Fava, that was a nightmare
so real that I still cry at the very thought of
how there was of the apostles none left,
who helped ya and her with ya loss
and later only Philip supported her, when she
was all alone and bereft but even he
could not prevent ya own
and Philip's and Mary Magdala's holy writings'
theft;
and I saw also in another dream that ya own
mother wished on ya babies the cleft and had
ordered for them to be killed as she wanted
to take over from ya the power and wanted
herself to be the one and only holy blossom
flower - but I never really believed in the
purity of her bosom as too promiscuous
and vulgar I find even the paintings in
the Vatican - which holy soul would allow
paintings like that, other than a secret society
rat, and I think now, maybe we should
have just a drink in our local for our party,
as that Sodom and Gomorrha even in a
painted hall in our beloved South London
is too much for us simpleminded trying to
be decent and to lead a life with one wife in dignity,
even though she is sometimes a lovely almighty nag, who does me
even on a Sunday through me mates'
shops drag for Christmas shopping,
but one thing is for sure - we market traders
are not used to wife swapping and sinful partner hopping
neither at home nor under a painted hall dome -
and I pray that God may forgive me to go on a
Sunday before Christmas shopping as me regular sin
but it is from my heart for me next of kin
as I work hard for a living, yer know that, Fava,
and at night I don't like to a shopping mall to
be driving but I also don't like into murky
unholy waters for a membership fee be diving,
yer know, what I mean - but I am thriving,
when I can spill on somebody, who wants ya
and yer wife to kill the bean.
Mother Ziggy Agocsi
Anno Domini Iesu Christi 14th December MMXI
God bless you!
Mother Sigrid Agocsi,
M.S. OHR
ORDER OF THE HOLY ROSE (OHR)
KATHOLIKOS - universal
KYRIAKE - belonging to God
ECCLESIA - the gathering of holy souls in the Name of Jesus Christ
