Tive, a SONY Jew who assaulted me, introduced me to Milton Shapp, then Governor of Pennsylvania, when I was ten years old. He liked to tell lies but had access. He told me that Ian Fleming was actually a council of war, that he had a cobalt bomb, that Brainiac was about tearing people’s brains out and he showed me a strip tease pen. His next door neighbor, Jeff Kennedy, would come over and sing, “Oh, I went to St. James Place and saw her lying there, so strip, so bare.” King Crimson published a picture of Fripp on his 23rd birthday that looked awfully like fat Tive at the time. Bing Crosby was then on the Board of Directors of Pittsburgh Pirates which is who Kennedy sang like. Allegheny Hospital has a peculiar St. James sign that reads James St. Garage if you go by how the words line up. On the flank of Kennedy and Tive was Robin Lipscomb, a black girl from a gang called The Guttersnipes to whom I read with Elizabeth Blumenfeld my father’s book Root ‘n Oop, Here Come the Glozier. Lipscomb told me a vampire story that ends with the devil being shot by rocket into the sun. She was an advisor to Obama about dog breeds. Her neighbor ate dog food. With De De and Swimmer, the authors of the lugubrious soulless song Epitaph, engineered the studio Fall of Man James for the X-termination principle that signified binding by the matrimonial ring of Ringo Starr, warlord of Diamond Dogs.
I found myself alone with John who drove a Rolls Royce in his yard surrounded by tall hedges. He lived next door to the evil Wattenmakers, what with their WW1 magazines in the loft of the garage, ties to Attica State Prison, nerve agent and Venus Fly Trap, bringing together Fripp and Shapp. It reminds me of how I find myself in a room alone at the Carnegie with Peter U. Shulman’s hench Christel U. was there but Peter Ustinov (P U.tin..) was otherwise sitting in John’s chair, so to speak. Christel Urmanyhazi was French, as in your money GermanyNazi Urmanyhazi. She hung out near where the Talking Heads drummer lived with other Israeli boys like Caplan and Milnes, the swimming pool guy who filed things in his head, owned Richard Harris music that I only saw at Ostro where Braunstein was and who made the carrot tape for Shulman of Celeron when Brian Kaup showed Akrim Midani the fatal letter to Leslie Sanetta Katz, Arnold’s daughter, born in Australia, setting in motion the assault for SONY by Crimson’s Midori.