Come and listen all my students.    John Stockwell of the CIA, who used to follow me around with some peculiar fascination, thought deeply on the formulation of Geo. Shultz of Bechtel and Reagan that due shadows of miscreancy in our midst the government had to take action that might be misplaced without due process and so on, a sort of pinheaded subordinate, the coward Fripp, took that ball and run with her, blaming for example, because he never ever drops his pick, a groupie across the room who maybe smirked claiming it made an opposite side the room student drop his guitar slying I trust my judgment.  You and what Army?  Sounds like Lou Leto, too, I made him twist his ankle.

        Pittsburgh loves this stuff, they pass the magic sock around to divine who is to blame.  In the holy twister of their psyche they arrive at actionable wrongheaded absolutism divined from their jinx.   From there the shadows select who and how must pay.  Pittsburgh navigates the unknowns towards some goblin idea to rubber stamp on reality by an action.  Their philosophers laugh at parties thrown to show off piranhas, I kid you not, and whisper the tong that the mind seeks satisfy, what would the jinx omoja?

          Behind the rubbish that seeking a damage claim for mutilation torture would be stealing from the hungry for sins of the flesh is the British sincerity weapon that murdered JFK as their rock and roll sorrow muse.  The truth was ugly, Zappa militias of the Insurrection arriving at Congress for Rev. No. 9.  Although the dying Christians of food poison see their great game casino win in sight, the real controller is Gail Burstyn who took me to Kiss of the Spider Woman so she could get a laugh of the Nazi crying charity over the aw poors in the film as she dreamed of this day.  Hitler’s Germany we learn at this school is none other than Noblesse Oblige!

       No doubt, bankrolling her hundreds of millions, Yoko Ono and Proctor discuss the great Shirley Chisholm’s OB that money for Vietnam was coming from Head Start, and she weighed down hard and good that their interests meant nothing to her.   It is a society of recognition privilege, Christians brawling for the tears of babes in food fight, as Gretamith Wulfing protects the estate of the Royals for Attenborough and our grannies go under.

         In the machine perplex of CMU Midori is none other than DD’s bond, the child sexer of later ransom.   Behold the toxic parochial Fripp come prancing and little Sir John took a solemn piss on poor Jimma Queebait.    

        The earth you see, and this can be found in the sacred index of the moniker junta, has reached its Crarying capacity. Myuh, don’t laugh, MYUH, don’t laugh MYAWK!