Picture Telling - Pictures from The Reuters
Ghosts' Wishes: Dear mates, here is my shoes, cost of my life, but I give you free, you step into my shoes make the free foot prints
On the other hand we have no illusion but the full view of Gaddafis rats
I have a dream of freedom without Gaddafi, the cobalt sea where is my friends and I played at the street!
When I looking into this rat holes, Gaddafi rat just wake up in his juncture formalism. See below more of Gaddafi’s Formalism*
Every bullets holes numbered amortized accumulation of Liby’s freedom
The Freedom figthers' hunting ground of Gaddafis-rats, is the united participation cold powers of separatists wits
I am the invincible freedom fighter! Hands up Gaddafis your time running out!
*Gaddafi’s Formalism: he sleeps his little rat hole bunker with a feeble blanket, wakes up with his rheas cry and stretch, he brush his teeth with Libyan peoples ’agony, shower with his own blood bathing, he eats a breakfast Libyan children teardrops porridge, he works at desk made from narcissistic mirror, he eats his lunch a raw sushi with filling litigious phobia, drinks deception of fountain, … at the twilight, he sees a dried petrified Gaddafi fruit at the Freedom Tripolis’ hanging tree, hangs with noose around Gaddafi's neck, dangle dangle …so he fills another glass of Libyan crimson blood from his Parkinson diseased bottle etc… he creeping into his graveyard bathtub with candles lit his tombstone, opens his green book, which page is “ the truth and the free?” He asks his own ghost, "there is no such thing is free and truth in your green book!" His ghost says. That is true! Ghaddafi's last admission.
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P.S. I have been thinking Gaddafi’s sleeping bunker, a long slender cubical tunnel come through outside, a dark security camera beside, the deep room, a small rectangle, ivory colored bare walled room, ceiling has one light.
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