Poor ms. baba ... as many working environments as she experienced the offencive nature of ill wishes and abuse...the catering to evil of a mans
will...and abuse from the rich women.
everything, "Do this do that?'' beatings from the thorny bramble switch...
Mullah, "Do what!?Why for what reason?!"
Everything, " I'm not sure, myself... icky programming?''
so the two contemplated the ways of human beings...little Ms. baba cleaned the gutters for freee again..."no money or comfort concept''
she thinks a Lot.
"again...Where who why!?" baba...milk...is from a breast not a mans sick thoughts...ughh a tribe she learned of in school they worship the rod of
"work, abuse pain, suffering....the true path''
...my good friend let me know...litte buddah..he and she work until they are near death, bodies feeling nothing yet everything...
Everything, "so after the time of day...well you mind your self...and I shall mind my goodly self" authority...hmmm...good?
Mullah, " Habibi are you.. being real or is it your stupid friend Mr. Fakir?''
Everything, "we know nothing,,, our mind is cleannnn...Okay?''
Mullah, " the best book in all the land...Mr. Habib is ...The delicate art of handholding!"
Everything, " yes every one has lied ten fold and into the depths of poor heaven...get away now!.. go study your stupid book and let me know when the
epic is accomplished..."
Ms. baba.."so insulting...''
Mr. fakir.." hurry before they tie a rope around your stupid neck and drag you in the Camel races...he he hehe?''
Ms. mullah L'ama, " oh it will be so fun and everyone will laugh...Can't wait!"
''water... the well of false pleasure is gone.. happy now?'' Rain..? thirsty for purity?
''my father forbids such an act upon my lips!'' he loves me... and I love him... so bahboo I leave you with your wish and am leaving to return to
safety.. to write the greatest love tail ever written... I shall be the worlds greatest lover...and you in the dust with sin and ill thoughts from the
friends you like...The Fakir family!...no one listened to what the greatest act between two lovers is.. and now I leave, Good bye!"
Everything, " what is it then?"...
Mullah, " it is respecting your wife and not enforcing what you want her to do...among many many other things...you wrer being icky in thought and so
take a shower...Ick.." mullah thought she would just tend to the strange mr. Habib, cook and clean...the greatest thing on this planet ... is not
sex!... she walked slowly away wishing non other than for a true friend, yet he was just too good for poor Mullah L'ama...and she too poor in
earnings...sad asda sad...her father fakir dad was mean and a drunk...so he ruined any chance of her earning money for an epic novel... then she
died... and returned to heaven...