Sibling Amy Barrister of the Kabbalah Harris right wing franchise claims she’s not a pundit but that’s a claim we are waiting to see her prove while we get the benefizicent legume of Lube Wrecker’s sentimentalism through the Mercy grapevine where it once lobbed canisters.   Poor Carrie was collectioned by Ruth Ginsberg’s saw. This is how the rabid try out their Eno brainbeam but a souvenir soul on trial.  Foreign.

            Since I have been a golem I know what Goshen missionaries think, as well as Swami Nostra.  The sad truth is that more and more of the Seattle Left (Pittsburgh always did this) pride themselves on being criminally insane.  Like with bi-polar it’s hey yeah man we can use that for an alibi to kill someone.   When they are ready they say they are shocked! Shocked! By violations to political correctness, play all that ain’t be joe conduct and deportment, man.  Unless it’s Trump, then he’s good people.

          Take what NAMI nammies did to my mouth.  The Black Hospital violence revenge theorists mused that 90% of the uses for black in rhetoric connote something bad, so let’s do up dogears with a plaque that comes pouring out of his white suck mouth.   They timed this to the Covid-19 bomb from UW satellite in Tacoma bringing in Amal Kassir from Syria to celebrate.  How this developed is that Yoko Ono’s acid mind and caustic personality was given permission by Bill Clinton to use superelectro overhead to make a Soul on Trial spectacle for the art sake of Japan’s revenge for Hiroshima.  Notice the Flash card in Seattle and the threat on the Magic Mountain delivered as schools were closed.

        In their ledger, informed by Iowa deputies I had kissed the sewer grate in solitary confinement, under ultimatum hypnosis, was English revenge demanding that the queerbait eat shit.  They forced me to cut the gold caps off my teeth.  Ono and Katz worked together throughout.   Allowing Ono to go nuclear against my father’s schoolteacher career and do what Shulman did is only part of the Clinton-Trump barrier to facing the truth about AIDS.  Meanwhile the misfit militarists of UW for Obama set up Seattle Public Library at Fifth and Madison as an index to the 5th and Madison HQ of Bowie in NYC.  

         Sheen was behind the murders of the Kennedys.  He is the one that demanded the vanisher threat be acted out.  Online they have a cherubim in Columbia, Missouri who calls herself Phoebe online in league with an assassin going by Choiceless working with Ono and Harcourt on the execution of Kennedys, in fact plugged the idea that Lennon spirit is at large and wreaking havoc, blood and guts spillover from Hollywood and Afghanistan.  They castrated a poet, closed the schools for Roger Waters, bombed mom and pop businesses and called it all fake news.

         Having been a golem I understand the Jews kettle about Christian wailing and how they choose their chosen brothers and sisters of Goshen.  Loveslaved to the Jewish sentimentalists, intoxicated by their temper tantrums and sooth, as they seeth with fury at the bleating of Sermon on the Mount, I know you will never wake their sleepwalkers.  It is the very subservience to their brutal and abusive claims to sentimental attachment that is the very characteristic by which our society refused to mourn or reward me.  And the chopping block of Ruth Ginsburg’s last act, the Omen Axe that sliced Carrie in half was nothing less than a syphilitic tribute to Brecher’s slavery saw.   While Penis lisped, wait until dark.

       The crimson sweater too small my grandmother knitted for me when I was a golem and neurotraumatized into amnesia and being without will, was a readable symbol, not so the poppycock lullaby of Mike Berry for Buddy Holly or the inane understatement of Give America Back to the British authors Linda and Paul McCartney’s Eat at Home, but there was something fiendishly readable about Murder Most Foul by the vulture Bob Dylan when they murdered three more Kennedys to the tune of my desperate appeal from Tacoma, while ranting about the cookie of the letter from Courtney, you gimma that hard boiled egg, you hear.