The clues in the plan that the British rabid dreamed up between King Crimson and Donald Trump (D.T.) occur in writings of text by the poison criminals engaged in pornography solicitation building their pyre.  Both Penis Sinfield and Greg Karl talk of pigments and figments being confused, “paranoia’s poison” where the “dialectic is established at the outset” in a song advertising the government plan as Death Seed, smearing a blind man as greedy for having senses, sniveling with foreign glee at the suffering of a poet’s child, to the tune of screaming banjos.  Then they whirl on Wuhan, Chinese Creamcheese, what’s got into n’you.

      The rabid, after pilfering the script they sent to me and called a crime for opening letters addressed to my name, announced an progression of the use of a tool as a barometer described by Pink Fripp in his screeds.  The rabid bellowed that he was “a priest, a doctor,” who can “handle the shocks” for Nazi Blackos uploaded by the South African Secret Service in fight club Moxyland, L.A.

        The murderer knew that a nerve agent had been impacted.  His guru Casper Weinberger had studied retardation before entering HitlerReagan’s Holy War cabinet.  They had indexed East/West Circuit Road to Mercy Hospital’s Chin I for the knot on Jimmy Creary’s chinny chin chin left by Karl’s “bewildering myriad of surface details,” the rubbing of Neva porn’s slimy Jewish vagina.

        Then the ran the Blacko Nazi brainwave yammer through the neuroplasm on the make for brain dredging to compense the criminal empire for a fake news death of their Houdini, raping deaf Jeannie, killing Saoirse and JFK, Jr., the strangling knot of HitlerReagan brays of high finance Queer confederates.

       Operation Medicine Man, the priest, the doctor behind mayhem to assuage the guilt of Queers in their own executions, the bombing of Jackson Labs, USS Iowa, chosen to symbolize the victory of Japanese forces against the US Navy in Trump’s turnaround system, was put best on 911, with Dia Galas, who was in Satan studies and immunology in the 70’s, who managed the anthrax, whose namesake called me for Yoko Ono on Dec. 8, 1980, the Japanese anniversary of Pearl Harbor, glowering as she stands in a stiletto photo outside the WTC http://doubleillusionblog.wordpress.com

       I believe in Wuhan that Penis J. Sinfield struck again.