At 1717 Two Virgins Federal Courthouse, City of Tacoma, a photograph of Saoirse Kennedy, beautifully crafted and created by her family in her memory and honor, hangs on the wall, full of holes from the darts the Federal Judges and Security take turns throwing while gurgling like chummy gargoyles in a B-grade spin off of Mutant Turtles. Not for you, they grimace with delight. No, I’ve never seen it again. They took it for their pleasure, but I know this is the outcome, I feel it and know with my whole heart. No further evidence is necessary or admissible. It is as axiomatic as the hum that fans must prostrate before Roland guitar-wielding papi-killer British rock magnates, and requires no proof. I donohue would disagree Knock knock.
Is this really about the Jews again? Jamming the airwaves with tall tales about Leslie Katz, John Shulman’s employees, finished pretending to be Abdul the Terrorist of Palestine on KDKA radio, all of them Jews, turn to Dolly Meieren for support from Donald Trump as she quickly hides her placard: US OUT OF NORTH AMERICA. Too bad I lost that letter of hers about Guerilla Theater and framing an Allderdice professor, written in crimson ink. Donald Trump, the warlord, said this morning’s news that children will be taught to love America, meaning love him. They’ve been out of sorts since he murdered JFK and kept a lid on the Klondike Texas Schoolbook using little Jimmy, or was he framed? Only two people, him and Dolly, would know for sure. Meanwhile, Big Brother will be watching you.
Trump was in school with Francis Ford Copolla in those days. In a moxy twist of manners legendary Penis Gabriel took the case of Dolly and her franchise with Shulman on behalf of BroPaul McCartney. He stopped short of opening pledging allegiance to Mark David Chapman, but wrote the alibi for their holocaust and genocide. Bernie Slanders jumped down hold pee pee last night to make clear to Joe Biden that his election does not mean a second chance for Jimmy. That’s fine, feel duh Bern, we’ll just rap on what became of my first chance. The language he used was Slam Dunk. There will be no slam dunk, he joculared in code. Slam is for Islam, dunk is a Jewish euphemism for baptism, meaning, don’t expect the Jews to follow you on this one Joe. Joey gaBiden said, no way Bernie, no way for Jimmy Crear. I gotta Tim Kaine and Masons! Masons! All over him right now, Bern, no way. It is exactly his guile in language that makes me wonder about the postman Bernie Slobodniak.
The Society for Human Ecology acted out Riback’s hateful poem about me reading, “Mount your torrid fantasy puppet of the fire. An elaborate flow of ink provided by Lapham of Harpers made a deaf victim of serial torture into a ringside witness to atrocity. Get up there boy, he lampooned, using bacteria to promote King Crimson’s criminal, extremist and wrongful demand that I die. Clocked to the AIDS attack they sounded down Martha Gellhorn’s expert testimony that I was summoning her with “a great sense of urgency” by making panting noises and laughing, “urgent, urgent.” Yes, the Warhol creamed over kiddie porn files, probably assembled by WQED and Miles Kirshner, it is much more likely that they hired a whoopie cushion to take the jizz out of the frustrated goyem, much as they took the IRE out of Squrl Hill in their poem.
No evidence allowed, Joe, was their watchword. Mike Exler’s incitements were clocked to Greg Karl’s prose about the persona being subjected to successive degradations of the X-motive, while Greg Starsinic and John Shulman found some more girls to dare the golem by. Karl was the leader of the Guttersnipes gang with Paul Tierni and William Wattenmaker who put the golem into semi-coma for Matt Marcus to make a marked deaf man by taunting. By Paul Runco at Advanced Materials and Devices was number two man in the Guttersnipes. They imprinted the sleeping golem with King Crimson’s foreign vibe. He has an invention that shoots a blue spark with a long half-life that scampers around whatever surface it is fired at, occasionally disappearing. He says it finds holes. His NASA team invented the Ultrahigh sonar panopticon that Penis Gabriel claims finds holes in Jimmy Creary’s story.
The British just happened to have I LOVE SIRA SIRAN spraypainted on a garage wall in 1966 to photograph queerbait by. The men who shot RFK were just fucking with Jimmuh Creer. You will now love me, utters Big Brother, and give me three terms that Kasper the Friendly Ghost requires to undo the victory of FDR, together as one. Like Runco’s blue spark hole-finding device, the hatred of Sean Lennon is clever in its coils. Working with Shulman, his attorney, Amanda Harcourt, kept a lid on the aggression on beyond covid and the wildfire arson spree from the Branch Covidians. Harcourt puts up as though gladly pictures that escaped her paper shredding party of little Jimmy that are real and confound the bias and lies of her Gabriel-Shulman switchboard by which she stole a man’s years. Her continuing story of Bungalow Donald insults the dignity and intelligence of every man, woman and child on earth, but here she comes now, still fresh from her Saoirse dirty for the grave men of the Mariners’ law firm, with Spike ole Lee, yammering Wigger, Wake Up!
The sociology of organized crime brought to the table by the rabid of England requires some doing at a typing machine that is jammed. Part of it of course is how they jammed the airwaves after murdering JFK, the medium of which was the message. Don’t talk that compassionate stuff, or n’you’ll be scared. A fairly good, a fairly wholesome psychiatrist for the deaf pointed out that brain injury can leave parts of the brain functioning. Pitt Administration and the Shulman Jews coached Jimmy Creary to talk around the coma trauma they inflicted, while fracturing devices were put to good effect nurturing parts of Jimmy’s once healthy brain, for Penis Sinfield extrusions to be cultivated by Balakian and taunted by Katz. This allowed them to “whisper” at the shunts in the hidden, broken boil of the Wattenmaker plasm that police averted their eyes from, quoting Adam and Nancy, for a belief-negotiated stick-up by the charity-jackers of the Green Party and what Gretchen Hawkings calls the disciplined warriors of the religious cult in the Seattle recovery program who murdered Donnie Chin, may have poisoned Larry Clum as they did so poison me in the mouth, in their military-friendly lead-up to the covid bomb.
The Green Party have played this game so many times. They used apartheid and Obama to sidetrack information into Mt. Desert Island, in Pener Gabriel’s: Operation Muddy the Tracks, while Geo. Bush crowed, “RIGHT NOW!” They plunged into the streets to spread the covid virus far and wide, bellowing Joe McCarthyisms about racism. Like the fire alarm that woke us up six times in my building last night due to the very hazardous indoor air from the disciplined warriors blazes of Branch Covidia, the call to arms by Black Lives Matters wasn’t needed and nobody went outside who had any sense.
The unstated message of the German Green Party in all of this is the usual one from Black Lives Matters ~ That IKE BETRAYED HITLER! They even believe it, Eisenhower THAT WHITE! THAT WHITE! It is underwritten by Zappa’s mysterian chic of pre-nuptial Japanese voodoo arcana as a German subdivision of investigation into the moxyland of American subhumans properly relegated to a British progrock fan base, or bikers coming to rape your momma for Bernie.
Greta’s charitable example to Yemen, while cute, is still the African Secret Service of Claymont and Gurdjieff Cult who worked with Trump implying that Kuwait’s burning oil fields were the perfect storm for McCartney to demand Midori Goto by in the Heinz/Diana barrier of blood crusade from Louis Leto and J.B. The FBI just want to know who you identify with? You love them gravers at the Mariners? You still love Penis Crimson? They may even put some holy semen in your soup at the Red Elm over a penny for Rohingya.
You can’t really argue with such assassins but you can study their paradox of illogic and call Dialectical UW-ism by their name.
