UW really shot me in the head. When I first got here I went camping, my lip swoll, my gums got hurt and two years into treatment it is still not gone, all this plaque, the Xrays now say its in my jugular vein, my ear is rattling all the time and the school were alluding to it and giving me gang signs, so I know the people who took me camping had it planned. I wish UW could stop themselves but Obama’s black nazism is a lot less uncommon that you would wish, with Robin Lipscomb in Pittsburgh partner to Gail Burstyn, and Bush cronies like Colin Powell intoning the idea, well sex was the cause those 60’s protesters wanted to die in, we’re pro-testers, too, and James Canary appears to be offering.  UW offers back up, no die, no diploma. Penis Gabriel is selling the AIDS attack script as found art, even though all the evidence proves a heist of premeditated hustling.

      You would think that using HAIR for poison in the AIDS attack would alarm them, but you don’t know the sly trickery of British frippery in the works.   The poison itself worked their will in Pittsburgh through Catholic Worker’s Hate Production Incarnate Open Mic. They really put a bullet in my head when I got back to Seattle area, my jugular is all swoll, gums in pain two years after the lip abscess camping with the dacoits of Country Doctor clinic, one of my ears all squeegy and rattling with the plaque they pussed-in to silence the brain.  These biological weapons of Penis Gabriel are always dismissed by police and administration as practical jokes, like the Jackson Labs arson, the 911 attacks, we didn’t know and wanted to prove we would nebber do nyat follies. The ear rattle, and jugular vein clog are how the old friends of my ex-fiance who could hear and thus get ahead in rival circuits, (a precaution they took by deafening me as a child), are choking me.

      What UW and Pener Gabriel says about all this isn’t the actual value of the minted coin.  By mutilation and ideological intonements the assassins creamed their UW sociology idea for acting out of the liberal, leftist death wish.  You don’t want to be mutilated so we can suck money from your face, what’s wrong with you, they spit.

       Gail Burstyn and Amanda Harcourt, the attorney for HAIR and Penis Gabriel worked together all along.  That is why Penis so publicly laughed in my face for believing his bait about Amnesty International, the gang that normalized rape and torture by the attackers behind the AIDS crime, by tagging his Nazism: You Sue Sender of the letters   Pener had Penny take me to HAIR and brought in Rosa Country Doctress to say she “wants to kiss my pene” (past tense presumed, evidently an Italian word from R.D. Slanger).

       HAIR was down with Leslie Katz as the parochial instrumentality for the curse of Ono, who openly represents a Nazi Japanese franchise who screamed in the blares of Hiroshima and Nagasaki that they would hunt down the voice of the San Jacinto to the ends of the earth.   They sniveled that Jimmy took acid was a jealous two-timer. This played nicely with the times for medicalizing, rather than politicizing, the AIDS attack for Clean-Up Time Franchise and justifying the pre-meditated race war game Two Virgins Pussyball. All that anti-apartheid stuff was the cover show.  Midori Goto got to kick Creary’s face in, while he seized in neuroplastic convulsions, a megawave pussywhip to benefit the Warhol hirelings who kidnapped and gassed me as a hostage child. It’s in the CIA recipe book, seems they are now going out. Thos. Gordon used to hum about it at East/W---- Circuit Road, how “Hitler” would hate most seeing his beloved Germany in the arms of his lover, and ja, it was in a German woman’s class that I learned of plaque in the brain, just as my ear began rattling like no tomorrow and my throat began to ache, in the jugular vein.

       The easy-going types understand the just keepa ya hands of Leslie and listen to ya mudda.  They don’t want to hear the screams from the gas chambers or see the evidence about Mt. Desert Island.  Penis Gabriel authorized it, that’s good enough. He is a child-raping facelying poison criminal who put a Sarin nerve agent in my face and bragged of killing three Kennedys with the attackers before they pulled 911 for the spider web of Seattle Queers preaching Lennon’s double was a Messiah.

      If you think this horrible crime didn’t come from the acidheads of Beatlemania you won’t have to pay a visit to Dr. Marcus to bring you back to reality. He’ll do voice-overs in your mind and make you forget or you’ll wish you didn’t have any children like Queerball ain’t gonna get none.