Joseph Biden emerged in a Party contest that had Jay Inslee, who Iowa media called “the climate guy,” Tulsi Gabbard, who jumped to the Trump right wing (a real slaughterhouse) and Elizabeth Warren, whose name is always useful when indexing prior conspiracy arrangements oh, and what’s his name, Chomsky’s favorite Bernie Sanders, the FBI semitism loyalty line on the streets of Israel’s blood oath and death vow drug culture, the Post Office’s great Katz Security franchise.  I live in the society of Jay Inslee, where it is next to impossible to type due to slave labor injuries and a computer gummed up with cybertypos.  Herein there is a Thunberg Airport, a private sort of place for the League of Gentlemen.  Covid-19 descended shortly after I took a Community College course on Climate Change with a professor miraculously named Stave.   A street poet from California with a Jewish lover in Jewelry, a Sanders savant, gave me his book, “Alibi for the Scapegoat,” Arnold ditched Maria, Saoirse was slain and the Greta Phenom was born, sort of like a redux of the famous red carpet offered McCartney after JFK.  Back home in Pittsburgh, Shulman, Fripp’s partner, was arrested in the usual activity for them:  an 8 million dollar museum heist.  Ono wasn’t questioned and Shulman’s partner wrote speeches for Trump.

           The mystery of Greta is burdensome dispatch.  Ono is encrypted into her middle name and she ventured to Glastonbury where McCartney dappered ho from his pee pot.   Lennon had a favorite song Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Boy, but when it comes to Eugenic plotting by the Ruling Stones the real topic is Beautiful Girls.  There are photos of Greta and Trump as surely as Oswald and John Wayne.

           McCartney gets a real kick out of rubbing Eurasia in America’s faces.  Katz came from Australia where her father Arnold went to give rise to his kangaroo fare daughter.  Her partner Gail Burstyn has Asiatic eyes.  Burstyn writes, “I introduced this guy I liked to my best friend, now they’re going out, guess life is rough.”  Like Hermann Erben she is both Jewish and a Nazi spy.  She penned the Texas Schoolbook, starring Neva Mancine back when Jack Ruby and Charles Manson had the same psychiatrist, which gives you a slightly different angle on Manson’s favorite soundbite, “you can’t kill me, I’m already dead.”  Just ask the Walrus.  God, sang Penis Sinfield, by which he meant The Royal Family, like Rick’s Cafe in Casablanca, is always on both sides.

           This is foreplay to this expose:  a calling of the muse, because it hasn’t touched yet the real heart and soul of the franchise:  Attenborough’s Hollywood.   I present in this block of words that eco-anxiety, caused supposedly in American schoolchildren by Climate Change, has as much to do with them being lied to about Covid, RSV and the Uvalde school shootings style of McCartney’s epic warfare, as having the planetary plane crashed by Flame Over Africa Fossil Fuel Co-Prosperity moguls. Nakate has the linguistic characteristics of his last name and reminds us of his church secretary’s hum of infamy, “when you see a particularly fine turn of phrase strike it out” for her promotional gig as the cropped African of the original picture. Nunny nunny nunny sly as Rosa Bunny.

            For forty years I tried to convince these psychotic warlords to address ecology but they outhighernessed the advice with Bowie’s refrain as Pontias Pilate, “We don’t wanna be changed.”  I was Carrie’d with pig blood in the form of Palace cellar gang sign and encryption instead.  So if Greta was premeditated for the Greater Good what evidence is there?  Did she did nuh know?

       Police, as usual, would rather mark the bodies and pick up the pieces than deal with the control tower, which would mean second-guessing their favorite movie stars.   Greta claims world movements don’t just happen but I guess that depends on who your backing is, and she sports ordainment from the ripper hatters at Amnesty International.   When lopers like Sting lap their own crotches, moral sensibilities are a wig.  Gallaudet, by the way, tipped  me off to Japan’s crying cafes.   If you check my blog  you’ll see that Attenborough was long ago named in the revenge  package “Operation Little Girl” that killed JFK and tortured me in revenge for the bomb called Little Boy which saved my father’s life who was stationed in Bush’s radio room off North Japan during the war at sea.  Bush is what we call a turnaround kid.

            Not only was I taught to paint by someone who opened with a Greta Garbo depiction leading eventually to my famous love-screaming grief sticken masterpiece of Thunberg but Zell of Mt. Desert Experimental Plague Park sent me a postcard explicitly covering an eye of Garbo.  Media pictures expose Greta to resemble at turns the full cast of McCartney’s lies leading up to my chemical castration:  Gail Burstyn, Andrea Swimmer, Mary Anne Steiner, all but Leslie Katz, fear not, both have coaches named Arnold who want the money.  The “foot” that appears in my Honors Poetry encomium, Ichiro’s most recent autograph and No Pussyfooting by Fripp’s Swastika Girls Heavenly Music Corporation (his real title for it) appears in the Chomsky production “Intercept” (the standard bogus explanation for their super-production of the script) as Greta makes an ugly face and gives a kick conveyancing Kick them Out in advance warning for the other GT Geo Takei’s Kirkwood Senior Homes of Covid; and Shatner took a merry old ride in outer space.

           Is Greta a puppet of Royal Eugenics? A poster girl for collecting for Arnold from a victim of his deranged engineering? Seattle poisoned me in the mouth as she publicly scowled, making clear where Mt. Desert Licky Chops stand.

Sinfield likes to call his fans moths to explain their circling candles of hope, ripper hatter, ready to let fly for the Wizard of Mar-a-Lago.