We live in a society that may someday go back to respecting rights and privacy, but right now we don’t. Since Trump doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, you can only hope that Kennedy’s Secret Service, if they are finally on the ball, or Tacoma Police do. I propose to go over a few of the ever-so-understandable ideas that come routinely from Pittsburgh.
Let me give you a little of the so-called credible story line. Right, so I get the picture of how serious this is and to my endangerment went back to East Liberty and asked about a few of the child-traffickers from back when, starting with the woman who begin all of it luring me down that way playing affectionate. She’s in for 10-20 for attack with intent to kill. Now, Chinatown’s doctor sees that my eyes are damaged, mystery deafness, torn facial nerve, obvious trauma, and says what the science shows. Pittsburgh says no. They say we were friends, I was a sissy, that hiding in my towel closet crying and afraid to go to school proves I was friends with the attackers. Even though unknown young black boys rescued me from a ferocious kkk beating by an armed gang, the Pitt Black studies, and of course Temple, all guru’d by Columbia, play the hymns of academia protecting the KKK from the real enemy, the white who thinks it’s special, and so on.
Queerball, meanwhile, who spoke wrong in high school to a Jewish girl, now has a worldwide utility function in an English takeover aimed at the United States uploaded after the English Army had just won the war in Dealey Plaza. One of that gang that bashed me, by the way, the oldest one, who tried to throw me through a pane glass window, an adult, who used to light mailboxes on fire I heard, whose charred ember of a former house remains a charred ember, was MisterRogers’ gardener, and mystery mystery, the Black Studies leader defending him and attacking me as a sissy worked there, too. He tells the young blacks who want the old goat out, nah, I have more magical powers than you can ever omoja. From where? From UW it turns out, Frank Herbert’s take on African Realism, and Queen Elizabeth’s NASA, who put on a magic show all through the AIDS attack. They also have in mind a cinema of the mind so to speak. The mice will weep, Paul, Lennon laughed, but we will win, hahahaha, win hahahaha. On account of muh monkey!
What’s this gang in Pittsburgh anyway you want to know? Indexed? Paul Runco and Paul Tierni are too of them. Cartieri, Cartney and the Carrot is another display, acknowledgement to D.T. Did you know SONY’s Tive? He instructed me what the SVDB stood for when I was nine. Penis Gruber was schlick. So while they tell a worldwide, religiously deranged, total production Meta Narrative, with no investigation into the “last day” of Donnie Chin or why the gang around him from UW poisoned me in the mouth and went after Saoirse, all about this street syndicate kneejerk justification for what they pulled with LSK (Sanetta Trump/Katz Game), let’s look over some of the cinema of the real aspects of the geopolitics and language anthropology they claim they are discovering with all rights to.
First the abortions, they did they killing. They were agency babies contracted on me and they was laughing hord at the Spike Lee Barbershop about it. Playing hymns to the professional mode they coughed that Creary was a loose screw, contracting, heavy petting, making cinema, leading the queerbait whitesuck around for satisfaction of the ancestors as they analyzed the Wattenmaker neurosyndrome impacted by T-acid Cervi made by Cyril Wecht at a Frankenstein spectrochemical lab in Homewood.
More about Wecht. Andelman introduced me to the Neva predator from Harvard who impinged a date rape narrative about being freed by the women at Harvard for doing something bad right where I did something good wrong. Fripp was the type, by the way, to pull off all this right under my father’s liberal nose. He adores those kinda challenges, and by the way, Frank Herbert says that the sins of parents are visited on their children, so we know there’s something not right in Revolution No. 9 when Lennon says RIIIIIIIIII, and Sharon Samuels called me for preference about abortion to relay to Obannon Carpets Sellers Jimmy Child of Nuclear Reykjavik for HitlerReagan - fact -.
But out where Andelman who was in on the Wells Fargo takeover, an old friend of LSK Katz who had her Valedictorian party at Wecht’s neighbors house is a sign reading East West Circuit. They hotwired my trauma into a humiliation super current for Midori Goto. LSK introduced me to an androgynous lesbian with Lennon like looks who took me to Princeton and now magically appears in the web with the Dalai Lama, while UW puts Aung San of UW into play where the class openly laughed about poisoning me in my mouth for the Green Party (which is what Midori goto hell means in Japanese, Green, the name on pap’s obituary.
The bridge to Aspinwall is in pieces, I was frightened, huge holes, but somehow ATS got across to arrive at CMU with Sharon Henry who could have played that one in for 10-20 near lethal assault in a film. Tami and Tommy gave rise soon to JP Morgan’s granddaughter who seduced me to Michael Jackson and a story about the anima.
The accusing agency did in fact put De Jongh, archetype specialist, on Mt. Desert Island, and portray Indian Couples as the AACCUSED outside’a school for archetypal sociology here parts. I’m not dishonest person. I refused to drive after I learned about the neuroplasm. But in the language dig we find DD talking, at the time King Crimson was at GoDDard College, about “having a bone to pick” and Penis Gabriel posing with two knows picks and saying they were removing immortality, so it’s really quite simple, he declares, in picking a superstate match.
The set it up all in advance at E-W circuit where Michael Ewart used to jog.
Lotus louts, like Todd Kaufmann, the Peewee Herman imitating Edwardsville Society of Military Engineers tripdude and transformers like Lou Reed like those androgynes so much they wanted to lock Creary into a kitchen with mutilationists and make him practically a fairy itching to show that non-violence isn’t as stupid as Boomer thinks when the queerbait don’t know he meant the Gutendorf girl by saying “Ooglop and de dutch plucked me!” “Gonna eat dat?” These motherfuckers are PROUD of themselves for pulling off the AIDS attack and putting us up to it with CO2.
Aung San, by the way, was a confederate of the Japanese and Vichy back in the days when King Edward was putting DeMille in charge of Radio Free Europe. Me shall lubin cantor t ure. My ear is rattling. Trump used me as a stand-in in the AIDS attack and the FBI like dat for clubhouse gizmology.
Temple University is emotionally unwell -fact- The an English pees with forked prong.
