Greta, the star (I’m not talking about the hero) did not happen in a vacuum.  The question of how well advised some of her comments may be depends a great deal on the company she keeps.  She emerges, through no fault of her own, from Axis sorcery.  It was called Operation: Little Girl even in Dealey Plaza where Rosemary Willis was dressed in Shinto Shrine attire to signify Queen Elizabeth’s rage over Hiroshima (Little Boy), a sure bet for Gestapo reborn.

     The attackers vantage in Seattle to bray with Trumpytune towers of cult.  Republican attorney concern waxes and wanes as they watch the antics of HAIR-court Harcourt and her carrot har har manufactured by a Mellon agent dacoit shrewdly named Carbonell, and his partner, also cultist monikered with a nom de guerre:  Wattenmaker.   Microsoft escalated beyond concerns of entrapment and invasion in~to the inner sanctum and the Van Der Graaf generators of real Frankenstein ideas.  Those who hate America hate me.

       The boiling oil of covid was poured on the crowd in the name of planetary science but much went on before Greta was born.  Defending her is a mandate that also is taken as an anti-symbol by those who said I was born guilty of the bomb.  She has to stand with them, they crow, and put Swastikanegger over her in Austria to watch words.

        The rabid reason that what they have long called overpopulation reinforces the status quo justifications of the few (to hell with education) and so thusly in their benevolence they first, before performing emergency magic designated as planet rescue (actually an ultimatum) is amply justified as demonstrated by queerball the rabbit’s antics of hit and run, NEVA pornographic WATCHINGNOW manufacture by Penis Gabriel and The Fripps all through the Queer Plague who still just see covid as getting even.  This explains that rightly did they ignore the Ecology concerns, scholarship on ending hunger and detective work of JC.

     Get the stupid authorities out of bed.

      I have poured my heart out in romantic longing for Greta, her virtues are widely known.  Our age differences matter and I am resolved to simply attend as requested.  Present.  If Greta wishes to go down with The Beatles Ship she can chant, “we followed the science and were blessed with insights keen into virological warfare in pray against another such day to come all with the blessings of the Navaho, amen.”  She hasn’t said that, the Zappas have, and they watch her closely as expendable, just as they watched the newspaper closely for signs of resistance to punish in the 80’s, all having been ordained by The Warhol warmongers.

         Queen Elizabeth, Illuminati matron of Yasukuni Shrine, has been long after my little tush.  A Film Noir rag banters, “I wouldn’t pay two cents for a woman without a temper.”  Gail Burstyn, sisterly watchdog of Elizabeth Blumenfeld justified her scroll as her “two cents.”  Bloom had the aroma of Penis Gabriel’s perfumes in point of reality and now we live at Lumen Field, Seattle.

        Trump threatened a nuclear attack on the United States, get over it.

         Yet because of the Beatles not one woman I ever loved has stepped forward to say I didn’t deserve chemical castration to serve their performance art lies; where the women of Tacoma strangely tabulate their ideas of fuck justice as amateur madames.

To the rabid of Queen Mother and the Mothers of slander and other inventions, Greta was summoned forth from the eugenic womb to serve as Executor of the remaining stash of biodiversity while the hopefuls labor under the chastisement of Todd Clark’s “Flame Over Africa,” produced by the Carbonell units.