The sagacity of the west coast is a form of abolition targeting our accurate historic records for erasure.  It replaces our personal pronouns with the sleazy hands of foriegn ripper hatters soothsaying eternal grudges.  They peep in the shack of child seduction and project into the child, seeking to own the world by fables invented as seedy stories.  The east coast banking riddlers lick chops talking sideways with fluxus repetition, guttering that standard issue of internet porn make it all so plausible.  As though their victim doesn’t have problems enough, Trump has the King Family hotwiring personal dispatches to concerned but hooligan North Korea.  It’s mongered by UW Dialectical as a Rushdie dilemma but of course the strategy is typically Foucaultian and totally amoral.  It’s not that I don’t think North Korea isn’t entitled to a fairer share of good press, I just find disorienting Trump’s Zappa cronies and their insistence that belittling injured people is a first freedom worth fighting for should offend Kim so direly when after all they fell in love that way.

        It screams great balls of Yoko Ono revenge fire.  The inhumanity of deranged Nazis like Bob Dylan is really something but saying anything is harder than Chris Hitchens’ incendiary yap about Mother Theresa (who he hardly upstaged).  The Zappas and their still going strong adverts with museum thief John Shulman at Carnegie Mellon just want to be the Beverly Hillbillies, rock solid with celebrity.  It all comes down to James Watts.

         James Watts was the trillion dollar zuklear Reaganite who wokened like a Frippertronic conscience to the spirit of enterprise by selling off as much of the Interior and National Parks to General Electric as he could summon with quips about Greta Thunberg sure to be rewarded by meeting Jesus.  Like Shulman at Mercy Behavioral he had moral dominance because he had hired “a Jew, a black and a cripple.”  That’s quite a hand to be holding in moral ball.

        The Ministry of Justin is a close associate of Shulman, an African Semite King of Zukerman Tang.  Justin Chang is a Co-Prosperity Wizard of justice in change, the equity thesis of Shulman beneficiary Penis Gabriel.  Justin Vicari, introduced to me by Shulman, a Kaufmann’s pervert, hung with Parvaneh Torkamoni (like Kasper’s brake-torquing show of hot hotrods at the Cervi carshow) who in turn had Mellon Latin thuggies with sidearms around.

         Climate Change, in reality, is something Unit 731 like Geo Takei, a sideways talking fluxus advert doesn’t care about at all, although he tithed Greta Thunberg his initials when they conjured Flame Over Africa as the witness to their defense.