Is there evidence that Covid is an encryption for conscientious objection to adult video?  

     The eye in the door of the coffin-like treehouse Roberto Clemente’s killers called Clem’s Shack where De De lured me as a child was a holocaust film image.  After the coma right field was occupied by a new order gentlemen of the Green Party led by Rosa Clemente. Covid announces its agency as a war of scorn against the satanic ritual underlying pornography to which several Kennedys more went down.

       The salvationists who have long held me in camera set up a wire meet-up of final religious judgment demanding the end of their tragic tale be told by shamans with a death grip on my spirit.   Because I looked at Good Neighbor Policy towards Islam they found a Syrian loyal to Trump demanding fulfillment by cornering the dog as a fight spectacle with derision towards the tyrant who deaf white sucked Leslie Katz.

       This time Fripp’s soul executioner reprise seething even the attempt to hide is detected was matched  by the uprising’s attending, gonna cure your mouff.   

       Long ago, after the revelation of D. Edmondsen of Playboy (dead man son) I reasoned that Seattle press withheld warning on behalf of the attackers.  Covid nullifies that argument because they announce themselves as so what?   

      The parallelogram Pittsburgh helped the division there build to avenge their Japanese favorites by a we’re gonna crucify you vow after the Godfather moment of finding a theme of Lennon in the screed is a pussyball roster where the abortions committed by them when fiendishly targeting me as unfit, targeting my groin, were put on my roster and I am called anti-chivalry for saying the woman chose.   

      The V.A. Monk of the toilet keeps tabs with the Monk of the mountain and they hold sway, by the Law that only power and exclusion keep you safe, not learning, diplomacy and love.  Believe them or else, you will not believe the contempt and humiliation you court in Peter Gabriel’s Court of Fulfillment of Deepest Fears.