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Barbie Dolla in the Bahamas for k.ee. by b.a.ch
Blessed, the sky showered those lovers with tropical flowers and the horizons flashed with clustered electrons of probability and possibilities for they who dared to follow their hearts and just do what others, more cautious and timid insisted would lead to their ruin! No way. They had, anyway, as you followers of HeRstory already know, lost their reputations early. Queen Victoria had, as History verifies, necessarily lived a confined life being watched continuously whether inside or out of the golden cages. Now, in the script that she had composed for herself, although she had no wealth much to speak of, no diamond tiara and no titles, there was one string of beautiful pearls bought for Barbie Anne Dolla on Bond Street by Sir (as she called him, even in bed!) in London en route for Beirut in November 1961. For more details, ((as to what had to happen, so that b.a.d. following her s.n.o.timed nose, could get hold of the right clothes and get in that nightclub, called appropriately “Cave du Roix “ or Caves of the Kings, to make her rendezvous with the resurrected Albert in November 1961))
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decoder & 60min. cassette From here. When the Gratefully dead reveal the roles they played in QV’s LAST LIFE, thereby bypassing that vow of secrecy which was necessary then, for the sake of authenticity. After a series of saucy dramas in the Bahamas, as described in a paper back titled “A star is reborn”: Scenes for a film to be shot right there in Nassau titled: New scandal in the Bahamas. (recently dug up by b.a.ch’s new Editor, k.e.e.): Yes, just as planned, having enjoyed 5 hot summer months to the full, in that wished up “Island in the sun”, whereby Babs & Barb Anne Dolla took turns doing very naughty things, in their kabballaded up fling to prove and demonstrate that, at any rate, fate was not to have them go up in HeRstory as being racists. It had been a wonderfully mystical chance for QV: with her special connection to the Tibetan Dolma Tara Goddess, to have some friends (and would have been lovers if she had not been Queen), to grab their souls, beg a beautiful male body, preferably brown to be reborn young and handsome in the sexy sixties. Yes, you guessed. John Brown got himself reborn into that set up, even if it was only a bit part as one of Bab’s one night stands when collecting toy boys. For the sake of credibility, the reborn B:A:D:s had to inherit some of the characteristics that, for instance, David Duff describes in his book about Victoria. She was reputed to have a terrible temper, uncontrollable at times, calmed by the opiates and herbs that were common as effect full medicines in Victorian times. She disliked babies, avoided her children and was disgusted about getting pregnant all the time. And yes, she consented to having this potent weapon built into her new psyche. Losing her cool, was going to cause her (errh, them) to jump in the unhesitating haste of survival, from one dangerous situation to another. It was true too, and much more pleasant than getting mad about something or somebody, that QV insisted above all else that when she returned with built in brain of a genius and body of Venus, she would have again a strong passion for dancing to all the rhythms..calypso..rumba..samba..limbo…limbo like me.. Hee Hee, pto… Well, in HeRstory as kaballahed by Queen Victoria in the script for her next and also last life, David, who was to be King Edward VIII, a clever and far thinking man, had to sire a child who would be brought up common and ordinary. He would then watch over her (or, “them”, as it turned out) DADDY LONGLEGS manner to assure that those lovely girls got all they needed to follow Victoria’s script to work out all of the heavy royal karmic debt, gain total spiritual enlightenment with the help of an Indian Mystic and create a world government which prevents the use of nuclear weaponry and that stops the use of petroleum products. So while kabballaring the LAST LIFE SCRIPT over 100 years ago, HRH Queen Victoria decided to have herself born on the wrong side of the royal blanket. Moreover, as identical twin girls sharing the same name of Barbara Anne Dolla. Known in the literary world as b.a.ch. & b.a.sho. For more details please open the WINDOW: ROYAL BASTARDS: Sir Stafford Sands, our G.D Hero who is Gratefully Dead since 1972: Yes, Sir Stafford Sands, as the former Bahamian Minister of both Tourism & Finance, is quoted to have said “The lubricant for the machinery of progress is money”. Rather stating the obvious don’t you think? But certainly he was well insured with plenty of currency, when he was entrusted with the secret about these royal bastards. He was to keep his mouth shut about the Royal Pretenders Conspiracy and just act out his role of rescuer when the time came. Also, in order that he, then aged 48, would be free to do what he did, the annulment of his marriage was hastened up so that he was divorced just in time to meet Barbie Anne Dolla, in September 1961. For you followers of this literary labyrinth who are getting curious about just how b.a.d. made it to Beirut in time for her kabballad up rendezvous with the reborn Albert, her much loved and long lost husband. She followed her s.n.o.t. nose!!? Now what does that mean do you suppose? Time to introduce for k.e.e., our Potty Algebra. s.n.o.t. means super-naturally-on-timed Logical enough when we remind you that this is the G.D.s Film Script. OR (LOL), a case of s’not living. Yes for you who are following our RAGGAMUFFIN=BRAKE=FAST=DREADFULLY=SERIAL=MAZE please order the b.u.y.e (Brush up your English) paper back illustrated COLOR US UP Decoder for 60 min cassette LAST LIFE Part 2. Could be titled “Barbie Anne Dolla back in Britain” November 1961 Or: Barbie Anne Dolla in the Dorchester. In any case, understandably enough, when QV was plotting that LAST LIFE SCRIPT, in spite of supposing to have to suffer to make up for all the suffering HRH doled out in her life as Queen, she often gave her ancestors, Babs & Barb Dolla, a break and gave herselves some spells of luxury. “Well earned luxury indeed and I hope you kind folks who are reading this story channelled from innernet to internet, will agree.! It is important to explain to you newcomers to our website, that every actor in the caste of Herstory, was voodoohed to do and pre-programmed to follow his/her heart. Right from the start, or, better, at the very moment of contact with one or other of these Barbie Dolls. Don’t get a photograph of her where she stares you in the eyes because, warning.. it can hypnotise you to want to know what happens next.
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