Academic militarists within the University structure are playing hardball against their own retirement plans, I guarantee you.    The significance of Trump announcing his agency in 1971 by the name Donald Finnegan (DF) is to be found in the writings of Jap*anese soldiers about Nanking, “We never had so much fun.”   The rabid used Wuhan to wrongfully promote my song, “Quarantine,” as usual with the jibbering of their crowd. I was also tipped off twice by the Tea Club of Romney, attachments provided.  Normally, I would take it to the Police or the FBI but they don’t dare do their jobs, or provide decent wages, so I can’t I mean they will take it in blood and Michael Reagan will just demand his favorite scene some more, harking back to the snowstorm when I heard voices after a Midori Goto performance advertised by, “It Takes a Giant.”   Deanna Mancine and Gail Burstyn were full of bon mots, like, “I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t,” a nice one from the Kennedy killers who now want Oz-walled.

        Gaster writes of prying the bits of sacrifices found in the stomachs of vultures for the witch cult o’er doeurves.   This is Sean Lennon’s idea of yummy yummy yummy. Lesbians at the CIA are united in wanting the deaf suck’s mind upon the NASA superscreen.

       * When attacked by Hitler, speak softly in attitudes correct.