The cult who started AIDS and released Covid have now started Wildfires so prolific on the West Coast that we are facing a mass death event among evacuating humans in the orange inferno. Everywhere is smoke. Yet even faced with Karl’s Wildfire Factory of death, fiery as red hair, a Christian occult production seance, it is as difficult as ever to get anyone to listen or to understand. Ringo’s agency wrote me as a child, “only two people would know,” in a text that announced from Hollywood’s production of The Exorcist as “the enemy within” that Satan is using America to attempt to stop the 2nd coming of Jesus, much as Trump and Karl have voided the private zone prospect of Two Virgins, the anti-Christ motif Royalists dreamed up for the adventure as a parochial and University enforced war game, UW Lethal.

Seattle of course still thinks that Dia Galas is on the side of Gay rights, that Sean Strub is a hero and that Lennon didn’t know. It’s a dizzying apparatus all rolled up in the Hollywood safeguard of CIA copyright. Like the tunnel scene in Atlas Shrugged when the public trust is trashed and the passenger train hurls to their demise, we are supposed to cheer. Oliver Stone is certainly laughing his ass off.

Big issues like these are kept under control, and within the focus of fascination, but making them merely human ones. Well articulated insincerity can have you pondering the knots and turns of a desire for such tensions. This way, instead of seeing through the situation and gaining insight, you announce, but wait, there’s still another demented argument. Hollywood society hires both sides and says, alas, but the palace is full, there’s no more to go around. Their interesting language calls JFK’s fine tone and direction but a pipe dream

Which brings us to the civil questions of how this Christian warfare justifies itself to itself? Clearly when the choir boy and unaccredited schoolteacher from the Cross and the Switchblade stashes his torch and sits quietly in church awaiting a pat on the head something must go through his mind to the effect that those who put their powers of attorney in a state that negotiates the laws of God must fall. Robert Fripp has always been very beloved to the Trump Machine in large measure because of his improvisational skills at just sort of making up a legal system as he goes along.

One of the interesting epigrammic codes of the law firm in play, acting as good cop, bad cop, or I should say, black cop, white cop, is the intimacy and confederacy of the way in which Thos. Gordon, Barack Obama and Polly Saltonstall were all tres hombres at Harvard University in the 80’s. The forces impinging on the queerbait’s novelly impacted mind in semi-coma were physically State Trooper with the cunning of Bowie.

The spiritualists were certainly not protecting me. They bought my birth into the categorical pit of humanism and snickered that the Creary was going to perform for them. My vulnerability allowed me to be caught between the KKK and the Black Panthers slapping five at the black markets. When Rush Limbaugh was told he got the Medal of Freedom his hands went to his face like Kasper holding a bag with a rag dipped in paint thinner raising the spiritual beyond question of whether the word “rush” was impinged all along in American discourse.

The twists of Lennon, whereby the ripper hatters behind AIDS announce hostilities again on behalf of the own victims is pure South African Secret Service Moxyland, mocking Jimmuh C. MacRyland. The Donald Corporation turns out to control the resistance and enjoys the brief episodes of rioting that give them domain. The gold coin is not the one in the book, it is Moxy confederate not Moxy counterfeit. Persons furious that I have expressed the matter of Lennon’s scam still have the motive utility to claim I am to blame for his not being around, only two people would know, this serves as their umbrella in a Hollywood Gold Mine.

UW Lethal meanwhile has deviant requirements for extension of mercy which is what they call mutilation, slavery, stalking, cruelty and victory by Wildfire Covid. The Christians saying I’m not afraid do not care of their own lives before the riots of God Davidian Covidianism so don’t expect them to give a hoot about yours. Foucault pushed the pit of yammering on beyond zebra for the fascists of salvation to challenge Neo-Platonist Commonwealth tolerance. Burning in the fires of AIDS, Richard Karl would say, is only a flesh wound.

What makes Rosine interesting is partly that her insouciant view of sex, a travesty of attack to pop the cherry of Jimmy’s neuroplasm for the school glee club, is the discredit she visited on the other women deployed. Martha Gellhorn used to sleep with men at the front because it meant so much to them and so little to her. It meant a lot more to these women to see me used that to care if they caused any heartbreak. Sex was a role for them under the tutelage of parochial Generals like Val Ostro (VO). We see the Trump card in the Dravo Building needle. We see it in Draxinger (Drac singer) and her ploy of saying she was killed to get Jimmy to cry.

JFK was a Royalist action made to squeals and sex sound effects from the Beatles at Oswald Mosley and Dallas Jagr. The moralists all confederated for the game of natural causes. Behind Rosa’s Bible Belt pussywhip was the contradiction of respect towards me by Milena Czerna of Committee of Goodwill, for some reason not offended by the rape of deaf Jeannie in the name of Clemente.

Must be proof of Carbonell’s claim that computer translation will get the text wrong, wildly wrong, for the pornography justification generator of Shulman and Wen.