This essay proposes to address the most abiding and forbidden issue of the Biden years to come, however they play out: Was Biden party to Covid-19 as a species of Strategic Virology as the terrifying incidence indeed appears to be? What do we learn from examination of his prior performance under Obama? My tears of fright do not identify me as a brave man. Making me a chosen example for the Axis revenge crime was and is meant to be extremely cruel. The Japanese, as new members of the American tapestry, are exacting tribute over Hiroshima over which my father’s voice on the radio’s at sea attracted iinterest in the matter from the ruling class.
The attackers have a singular sense of cause in their unprovoked warfare, The utility of shame is evoked to revoke civil rights and fair play. Biden at the very least has long allowed murderers to operation under a code of conduct invented by themselves for themselves and above review. They are advancing an argument for justified extermination. It’s root principle is to use religion to advocate for a mass consciousness about the so-callee Elephant Man that Bowie made popular for this civic purpose during Reagan.
It is not that Howard Dobrushin did nothing in seeing the problem that holocaust survivors h had me arrested without cause at Pitt in what was clearly, to him, misrepresentation of a seizure causing torment, nerve agent. He got me out but didn’t pursue it. He saw me as needing counseling at the line of provoking them. He also did not think I could fight the disciplinary review of the secret military over premarital affairs, even after I advised him that due to compliance with the bait and seduction pornographic psychiatry team assembled to defend the operation, I had secured Greg Karl’s tract reading, ‘the persona is subjected to successive degradations.” He shrugged, are they doing this to anyone else? As though his name signified fools rush in. This was also the attitude of the Gays in Seattle with Warhol and Trump’s Union with the NAACP, a Post Office Union under Biden where the P.O. stands for Pecking Order. By seeking to help the Queers I set myself up to have them turn on me and their Burmese Guru with the coming of Biden is in a rampage to have them finish the job.
The Gays did not follow my advice which was initervention to secure victim status and assure the victims of compassion while mandating safe distance practices. Instead, Warhol raged not to try breaking conduct, that spread was humane and that their program for commerce under the plank the whole is greater than the sum of its parts was Trump and Beatles Holiness. They literally coached that word inito the press. Rucker, a Fort, who made it a point to be sure I knew about them in Tacoma, is also a word for a clowniac who assesses whether his sick ideas are a joke by the way people react. Gabriel, and his H-bomb threats, is a rucker.
The case has always been in my favor, the charge against me, wanting a virgin wife, doesn’t even pass the evaluation standard. There was never anything to it. However there is a Police Commune override switch. They termed me a freak. Because a freak is a freak you can do anything to them. Squirm about deafness, hunting of loved one by the assassins, raped of a deaf advocate, delivery of letters to Kennedy by murder, all of this means nothing because a freak is a freak. Just try saying you aren’t a freak, poet, just try it. We’ll ask the other poets.
Other forms of illogic are distasteful to have to repeat because such repetition shows that the NAACP chose braindead ideas in the name of Holy War over any humane and rational review. For example, Zell, on Mt. Desert Island, promoted Goebbels in an island where Race and Reality/Race and Reason were written, and yet the NAACP, showing off swastikas as sacred African symbols, campaigned to support Zell in the name of Peter Gabriel as an African commercial ally in the sex trade.
It helps I think from the point of view of my standing in school Honors Society to look at how I went about trying to get help from the inside felon who I was told could only be trusted, Peter Gabriel. There was a whisper campaign, I was a scholar of King Crimison, known to love them and be loyal to them, and so I wrote Chasing an Echo about my attempts to find the source of the problem, not realizing they are the source. Such maddening deception is why they have long been recognized for their British brand of genius.
I was also conscious of the problems in the streets, printed Christian Robinson at my own expense, and writing poems like Shaky the Diehard while being followed and immiserated by men like John Stockwell of the CIA openly casing me on my birthday in the boondocks of Pennsylvania.
The Velvet Underground crowd summoned by Mr. Penis Gabriel to cloak his dagger show understand that Reaganism is the root of the NAACP negritude behind Trump and Proctor’s game of Capture the Japanese Trophy Shrew. Temple University inivented a game to enforced the Axis revenge, conceived in Seattle as an Ark of Kolorz, by inventing an Aesop fable playstation called: Penny and duh Mouff. The language skills of Pener Sinfield and his friend figured on the victims needing entertainment as much as anyone and that a Monopoly on Trust was a Beatles/Trump franchise on Earth.
The Burmese General statistically ignored that Alpine’s Arena of the Wife didn’t have the courtesy to tell me her roommate was an arranged marriage to make travel for education to the states easier.
All of this facilitated the planned and staged discovery by Warhol’s old college friends of the Texas Schoolbook created by a Pitt FEMA team under the code name RECON for Retrospective Conversion in which the Guttersnipes Proposal for a Group Project, cradle to grave, has made merchandise of a poet’s work a penny tryst over computer surfing scrapbooks of pretty girls, a macabre and sinister implant by deranged miltiary warlords like Inslee entrapping the American consumer attacked as a disabled Public School child blindside in the name of the Greta good. All of it was code termed: Little Girl.
Martin Andelman never had his jaw wired up. In moving with Swimmer’s adoptive fictive family over to Brecher’s block on Wellesley to watch MASH, which Ian Wattenmaker admired greatly enough to make it lunch conversation many times while playing his spinner baseball game where the card for the vicious Ty Cobb was given the best odds, Andelman, a childhood friend of Katz, was talking sideways about the neuroplasm they held me as golem in comatrauma with, about which Leslie Katz knew, and so did Fripp, all along.