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I was a postmodern, modern, old ancient art street seller in old, ancient Egypt: I sold in the Islamic, streets of the ancient old medieval streets during the prophets time when Ceasar gave up power peacefully to the muslims. The muslim golden age is here now and the past we look at we know we are better now, so much better we try not sell our souls to the devil. I sold my soul to the devil faust because I did not my want lover, hubby, boyfriend, husband to be blamed, accused and alledgly sentenced to 450.00.00 years of hard labour, after death he would be in hell. I love him so I am faust but female and faust escaped to heaven: faust was born to ask people to sell their souls to each other: he did not know any other way of life until we met and I told him he is the not devil, he is an slave angel that works for God. I proved to him because I had proof, evidence and he accepted I had to save my husband the actor, writer, rapper, dancer etc. Tupac Shakur: he was shot four times and he died but his soul is arriving in heaven and that is why this exclusive is being offered to the former faust who takes the deal of being an slave angel and faust the soul acquirer. Louisa is not dead, failed, old, ancient she is a singer that never met Tupac Shakur the very popular, sensational rapper who was murdered in the streets of Las Vegas, Los Angeles USA.

I am modernist Mariyln Monroe who was refused, rejected as an actress and now I teach at a university in Somaliland an autonomous region in Africa: I am Norma Jean today and I can breath into my body my own spirit and be happy that I am Mariyln Monroe the senstional actress who died due barbitues overdoes: I am Mariyln who is laughed at and her statue in Hollywood is desacrated everday because women hate me and men adore me. I am Norma Jean: this split is a two personality woman that hid for so long because it is a strange, weird and odd: it is not attractive to any man on earth, i guess that is why I died all alone when others had love.

I am Heba, Hibo, Hiba: I am a street seller in ancient Egypt, in the land of the pharoah: King Tut, excuse me, bow to king Tutukhamun, half bow to kin Tut, bow to Tutikhamun etc. etc. etc. meaning I cannot mention this king's name without forever bowing because I am a lowely waitress at the palace who serves Ceasar and Nero wine to relax, chill before battle. I still work there, noone is ever dead, no ones dies: we cannot talk to the dead: they will kill me if people ask me to channel them. I am AbdiHeba an Egptian queen that died and now has a spirit breathing in her because she wanted to reincarnate.

My family too are dead and alive at the same time: we are with the rappers who are trying to help the world to not die of pollutions, war, poverty, diseas just like Jesus: I am a politician that is a shadow minister and I work in Somaliland: I am anonymous too and I am like an open book.