I remember the day in March 2020 when the 700 Club on Stewart Street, Seattle, by whom I mean the Security checkers, the lovely old librarians and their interns, the gay gobblers who work as clerks and the Judges of the Federal judiciary got their comeuppance for years of ignoring me by being unable to show up for work due to the bonus attack, inevitably I wondered if those who knew about CO2-623 the docket they laughed at when I tried to stop Covid-19 long before the sayonara given by the attackers to Donnie Chin, were disappointed in themselves.   But then I don’t know what I expected.  Kathy Hayford who took me from Mt. Desert Island to Montana where Martha Gellhorn wrote to me, “you can’t mean that,” had been far more attentive to the strategic diversion of Trump’s buddy Spike Old Lee in Do the Right Thing, which she felt he didn’t than my testimony Zell spoke as reported.  Even the South African Secret Service working for Penis Gabriel at NASA can’t quite work out how an admirer of Josef Goebbels in a white supremacist crowd of Earth First poison criminals like Zell is an honorary the Black Man but it must have something to do with Midori Goto and that pile of ugly swastikas that Dr. Proctor thinks are sacred African symbols.

       Proctor worked at WQED with Tom Ammons of Artek and then at Community College of Allegheny County still with Tom Ammons of Artek.  Ark / Artek is the Salk Labs labor team who built the India Parliament and also locked me in a house from the inside with a man named Kasper from Leslie Park, Lawrenceville who brutally kidnapped and tortured me as a child.  WQED you will remember is also where Matt Marcus burned a girl’s arm gangrenous with a poker from the fireplace while working for MisterRogers.  Proctor has always insisted that Matt’s gang, Brian Richmond and Gail Burstyn, had the right to set up an AIDS contagion ultimatum death row over a girl who felt threatened because I left her still a virgin, punishable conduct under NEVA Corporation demands for sex therapy.  The Green Party needed a justification for mandatory sex with the Black Man.  Midori Goto was only too happy to comply with the Union drama squad.  In Tacoma they call it a Fight Club.

        The cinema show is burstin’ you Bible belt for the homemade sham of Penis Gabriel’s smutty Brett Leonard indexed to Penis Mole, who got the poem Quarantine from me in a challenge exchange as promotion for the Black on Black shootists punishing those who began to see through the Ark trickery in Hitler’s revenge.  The Shulman Jews are in full throttle rampage for the licky chops divies of fine tuning into the Trump hottie death squad commadeered by Penis McCartney through Warhol.  Tharles can’t smell anymore, but he still enjoys hith thex, what’th that you thay Tharles, I thaid thex, thex, thex, thex.

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