I was the only biological child of my mother Judas and my father Kevin that was registered
to them both at birth and went home in their legal custody.
My birthday.
I was born on the 18th of January, 1972, 101 years to the calendar day after my Imperial
Homesaw & Family was unified into the rewritten constitution of Germany and became Germany's
constitutional monarchy.
Kaiser Wilhelm Homesaw & One, my great, great, great grandfather, became Germany's
first fully recognized constitutional monarch.
I was born naturally homosexual of genetic short stature, double albina, double big
stature, and double son nambulist.
As a result, I am 6 feet 2 inches tall around 190 cm.
If I were not a genetic short stature, I would be around 239 cm tall, 7 feet 10 inches
approximately.
My hair looks like rubble in Berlin and München in 1945, and stable types think I look
to authentic, that sort of thing.
My eyes are blue around the outside, apart from something purple in a small percentage of that
area, green, yellow gold, gold, red orange and red.
My eyes are the almost exact colors of the four traditional October fest glitter, hats
worn in Germany for the festival.
My mother Judith had told my father Kevin when she was admitted to hospital the previous
night not to show up to the hospital until after work the following day.
If anything happened, she would have someone call him at work.
Her associates had organised for the morning shift of hospital staff to be replaced until
afternoon shift.
Judith was planning on giving birth to all babies she was pregnant with during the day,
pick one to kill after birth and have the others taken away and registered before my father
arrived after work around 6pm, then show him the dead one, say something went wrong and
nothing could be done.
Judith had it planned for so long during the pregnancy that she regularly said alone talking
to the gestating children, explaining to me and the other two, that one of us would be
murdered the day we were born, probably drowned, to show my father a dead one and the
others would be stolen before he could see or touch one.
On the day she was joking that if she got it done, could she have a mask over her face
and simply be machines so that if my father walked over to the crying and asked if she
was okay, she could laugh about it later.
So a grunting thing went and got something that made noises and wielded in next to her.
I was born at around 5.45 a.m. before sunrise.
My mother was quite calm and thought there was no way she would still be waiting to have
another baby when my father Kevin got to the hospital, she had all day.
They separated me through me on a trolley, noted I have it sort of blue eyes around the
outside and rolled me through the doors to the corridor across the stairs near a stainless
steel sink.
Everyone was quite relaxed or dripped.
They had organised for the day shift of hospital staff to be replaced in that end of
the hospital until afternoon shift arrived.
My mother said there was no chance she would still be pregnant when my father Kevin arrived
around 6pm with a got him.
My father Kevin went to work at Yerrigan Derry and was agitated and spilling things.
A work made offered him a ride and his car to the hospital to check if everything was
okay then come back again just drop in for 5 minutes.
My father agreed very quickly he was in the guys car almost before the offer had finished
and they drove to the hospital in Whoracle and parked in the car park.
My father Kevin entered the hospital and went up the stairs to where my mother was supposed
to be.
When he got to the top of the stairs I was across the hallway near a sink and he assumed
I had just been born and I was put there to wash off.
That was not for a ramen timeline but not correct.
He came over to me, recognized my features, touched me and confirmed his DNA was in there
then spoke to me trying to calm me down and I grabbed his thumb.
My mother Judith could see this happening every time someone went through the doors like
a slow motion flipbook with the door rocking backwards and forwards on its hinges making
a noise.
She started making squeaking noises after realizing her husband was there and touching the
baby.
And nurse who was deeply drugged came out to check what was going on and saw my father looking
at me with me holding his thumb during sunrise.
She thought it was beautiful and said in a slow drugway oh you've seen your baby
Mr. Webb or.
It had overtones of how tragic too.
My father headed towards the nurse and towards my squeaking mother and just as he looked
like he was thinking about going in through the doors his ride honk the horn and yelled
come on Kevin if you want to go back to work we have to leave now.
She was told everything was okay by the nurse who made like a drug person was going to
inconveniently get in his way if he moved forward and it could be messy and was reassured
everything was fine and he could leave so he went back to work.
As soon as he was out of the issue my mother went absolutely the person started yelling
abuse demands threats and anecdotes very loudly until mid afternoon.
She yelled repeatedly the history of her abuse of my father and the baby she stole
off in before birth and dumped demanded myself and my father Kevin Bekilt called him names
called me names demanded to know why her grandmother Eva was shot by a man called Fritz
in a bunker screamed why there were four females that weren't all my father's children
at home and it settled down into similar sentences on repeat.
It was absolutely disgusting.
The sentence this isn't a birth it's a fucking abortion now was also thrown in with
similar themes.
They decided to leave me there and wait for the others to get born.
They had rules on what babies they wanted to take with based on looks leaving one behind
dead but they were nearly forgotten after my father spent five minutes with me and then
left and went back to work.
The main grunting man there was not keen on me anyway because I was clearly naturally
albina. He did that deranged thing lunatics do where he pretended to be scared to touch
me.
There was no opposite-tone to babysit me with so there was little on no chance they were going
to take me within regardless.
The second born one was born around 9 a.m.
When he came out a grunting thing tried to sound like he gust as if this one might be what
they wanted and looks and made some grunting noises.
Probably trying to modify my mother.
Then walked off without cutting the umbilical cord.
He kept going until it pulled tight then tried to pull the second born loose.
He pulled a few times until he remembered to cut the cord, wrapped the baby up and put it
aside in the room my mother was in inside the doors.
The tugging caused my placenta and the second born ones to come loose in there with one
baby yet to be born.
They settled back down to do whatever they were doing, letting my mother scream.
They did drugs, touched each other, drank alcohol and seemed to be able to tolerate my
mother screaming.
Then someone went and got them some lunch.
The third born came out around 1230 p.m.
He rolled to come out which caused him to get tangled wrapped up in the other two placentas.
When he slid out there was a disappointed grunt that sounded like, oh, it looks like it's
got black hair when his head started showing.
He was totally wrapped in placentas and umbilical cords when he finished getting born.
His own placenta sort of slid out after him.
They could not even see his face.
The nurse, who was deeply droped said, what do you want to do with this one?
A grunting noise followed that said to just put him in a corridor with the other one and
something about him interrupting their fish and chips.
She walked through the door and dumped him next to me, top-tail.
He was snorting trying to breathe through his nose with his mouth covered in clear-looking
placenta-goop-like cling film.
He could smell me as I had not been washed since I was born before 6am and it was heading
for 100 degrees outside.
I lifted my arm and bent him on the head with it which popped the cling film like stuff
over his mouth.
He coughed up through it immediately, took a breath, made a crying noise, coughed up again
and then started crying, breathing through his mouth.
He then settled down quickly.
Wiggling around like he was trying to escape a placenta restraining jacket with only one
foot loose and a bit of an arm.
He laid there for a while.
Then the deeply drugged nose came out, sounded like she mumbled, oh, it's not dead and
grabbed him by the foot and carried him away like a fish catch of the day.
She opened the door with him, went inside and in a sort of whimpering dribble tried to
explain that I was the one with the bluest eyes.
She flipped him up and pulled the placenta's off his face, noting his eyes were mainly
purple.
The grunting thing said, she wants that one, meaning me, killed, its father touched it,
may as well take this one as well.
Grabbed him, pulled the placenta's off him, wrapped him up like fish and chips and put in
with the other.
There was a pause in a male transvestite with real false breasts cloned in the external
window from the outside balcony into the room they were in instead there.
He said something similar to well, this is perfect.
Pauline had an abortion eight months ago.
Pointed at Judith and said, I'll just dress in her clothes, take these two and pretend
I'm Pauline and I just had twins.
He intended to walk out with them as a shout, well dressed and ready to leave with twins
30 minutes after the second one was born.
My mother had organized the theft of all but one baby if they could get away with it,
weeks in advance.
He put on their mother's clothing noting it was too small for him and his false breasts.
They all did some drugs together which at least one, possibly both, got a smell of.
He picked up the other two siblings and held them.
Noted that his false breasts were not in my mother's dress properly so he tried to push
them into the dress further with my two triplet siblings heads.
Then started stumbling towards the door, went through it, passed me and down the stairs.
He got into a car in the car pack and they left.
The decision was then made to drown me in the sink.
The grunting thing that was left filled it up and decided to pretend I was a photograph
of Kaiser at Alphate Leatherhones on, fake to look like he was with a female called Eva
Braun being developed in developing trays like in a dark room.
It was to cheer my mother up apparently who had repeatedly yelled that she wanted to
know why Fritz had a shot her grandmother Eva in the bunker.
So he dumped me into the water and held me under with both hands, waited until bubbles
started slowing down out of my nose, then let me up and pretended to swap me to the next
tray of developing fluid.
Then did it again, thinking he would hang me up like a wet photograph to dry dead
afterwards.
Then did it again, making sure there were less bubbles each time compared to the previous
time.
I've had that continued until I could not breathe in a more.
Then my heart stopped beating.
My mother yelled, kill it, kill it.
Have you got a gun?
Just fucking shoot it or something for the hunting time for the day.
He replied with a casual no, I don't have a gun.
Implying that everything was under control, I was dead, no need to panic.
Then he saw a little silhouette of an elderly man reflected in the shiny back splash of the
sink standing at the top of the stairs.