This is not exactly a scoop but Ming Na Wen was the type to get electric legs for Bowie’s Womad.   Ingenious with nerve agents, her faction rules.  They projected their hallucinations and then denied them by Richard Starkey’s pignial (piggish denial).   Although the Climate Change issue clearly announces the cause of all living the same glass boathouse, the danger of Prince Charles making a Botanical Renaissance move without AIDS Nuremberg comes from the past, but seeing him standing under the Davos Missile-Toe with D.T. isn’t a kiss I can risk averting my eyes from. 

     It comes from a time that Johnson lept upon the chance (when Kennedy was cut down) to restore the power of Vichy France by Imperial hegemony where they were once allies of Axis Japan, in Vietnam.   At this time, a new phenom erupted in the so-called province of Pittsburgh with peace marches deprived of Dr. King whose death made way for Richard Nixon and The White Album with his namesake on drums, a portent of Yoko Ono.  This was the psychedelic style of the objection to the war.

      Making it look like all this just happened is all very well but this is the same locale where I lived as a shell-shocked child, admittedly in awe of the peace marches, at Carnegie Tech which CMU was then known by, and this was the exact location where Godspell was conceived and where the letters of Gail Carolyn Burstyn were found on Taylor Allderdice High School student, the deaf Jimmy Crary.   The letters were slipped to MisterRogers by “be well” Marcus of WQED and CMU in a Durrenmatt widow war game near holocaust synagogue Rodef Shalom.

       So, it seems clear that Laurel Canyon notions like, “no one gets out of here alive” are right to hold under suspicion, especially when the stabbing of King with a letter opener so indexes to Richard Starkey’s mail theft claims and his crowing over submission of evidence in his obstruction of the “blackblood or mascara” letter, refused admission as evidence by the Allegheny Courts in Pennsylvania and so opened before witnesses on February 17, 1994 where the material was promptly hijacked by Trump Green Party forces loyal to Diamonda Galas and Lauren Beukes in a malicious rendering by University of Pittsburgh and South African Secret Service, Seattle’s tyrannical pussyball magnates pursuing their war game from Neva Confederacy, filled with self-regard as though Capital offense were a masterstroke.

         There you go again, nobody said we should boil Dubya in a pot.

        Andrea Swimmer, the Wells Fargo guttersnipe at National Language neuro-extrusion, repeat after me obedience training the little boy of choice, was transparently a weatherman type horrible.   But she was like Christian dew upon the flowers when it came to bringing out the knightly chivalry of the NAACP’s Robert E. Jubilee.   Announcing Columbia doctrine that Lincoln forbid slavery Emancipation, they justified human trafficking.   Morally the crime was ever so persuasive and artful, ordained by the sacred hymns of the Scarlet Cardinal, Mullah Rullah Cockadullah and his Pink Floyd horde of Peacock Throne stylizers straight from United Fruit, and Jagr-Stoval.