Green hair.  What would Poe say?  Not orange, not tang.    

      When J. Edgar Hoover sent Coretta clandestine tapes of her husband Martin breathy with other women, she should have, in forgiving him, said Martin don’t you realize they aren’t just trying to take me from you but kill and humiliate a movement that a Black Korean War veteran at Pitt had already characterized as a “mutiny”?  We now know it was Neva Corporation providing the bait and cameras. Why did she sign on with Pitt in the first attack?   

      From their HQ in London, R18 advertise that they have kidnapped children for their ends and made slaves.  You are expected in script kills to apologize but that’s just Hollywood. It should be just Hollywood but they are making pornography a license to kill.  

     We’re supposed to sweep this under the rug and say it is justified because of abortion?

So, the “provincial” child sex trafficking of Pittsburgh then lured me to Seattle where I was chemically castrated to box me into video patrol of the script that King Crimson evidently thinks is timeless and America’s commonwealth too second rate to address the collection services, if you will, of Gurdiev kluk.

      The intimacies of the script talk of pluck.

      Would Upton Sinclair believe that women who wanted to make pornography should be forbidden by divine law?    I’m not so sure. I have sweet memories of girlfriends.