When King Crimson mispronounced the signifier for the AIDS attack authored by Great Britain as “peisen” rather than poison we know they were manipulating language to convey the targeting of me as an Eisenhower child whose father worked with Dwight at Columbia after being a proxy of Bush in the Navy in order to finalize the plan authored in my name by attaching it to Eisenhower in order to implicate my father through my mother, a namesake of Strom Thurmond’s wife, from the society of Jimmy Byrnes. From there they played pussyball from the psychotic Left in order to pin the tale on the donkey, or Don Quixote of virginity delerium. There was only one side: Confederacy. The protests, murdering Shannon Harps, or S. Harps as a signifier of Al Sharpton’s ruthless panting over Jimmy porno, was tragically typical. They dacoit women blew me, screwed me, filmed me and rejected me, blew me, screwed me, filmed me and rejected me, until they finally got the neuroplastic boil they’d implanted in my brain to explode for Trump’s pornographic Truman Show of satisfaction bombing, allowing those who released AIDS to also hit us on 911 in protest. What really went on is the topic of these exposes concerning how John Lennon worked with Reagan to fake shootings on themselves in order to position Yoko Ono as klieglight warrior of the Left machine that the attackers sponsored to process the hardships they’d inflicted. Since AIDS was always a weapon, the syphilitics in New York just started using it as crowing brilliants, why not like. From there King Crimson, conspicuous authors of the attack, brayed, bellowed and jeered, why did you not warn us devil Jimmy? We do not know from this that my father Ryland actually knew about Gail Burstyn, we only know from this that Paul McCartney did. That they met each other before the murder of Kennedy darkens whether daddy knew. Sharpton, with the appetite of Idi Amin, smells brains in the skillet.
Neva Pornographic and Berkeley studied carefully the subconscious mind. Neurohypnotic signifiers of the Ono/Warhol cult appear as exact matches with the Burstyn plan, deviant intimates of one another. The words were minced in the manner of hatter-rippers under Prince Penis Charles. Tami Simon was indexed to T. Simon Farasani, with emphasis on Sani-tation and con-Tami-nation. Likewise Gor/Don Haskell was indexed, it is and it isn’t, to the conspiracy to be rejected under seduction to implied DT (defiant trespass) as a game of compounding neurotraumatic injury by illegitimate and criminally insane hypnotic extrusion interrogation under the Ultrahigh cooker. These also index to the Texas Schoolbook hyper-religious instruction on abstinence found in the Androgyny cult of mindblender and Andropov, an obscure eugenic mission of lookalikes founded by The Crown trafficking services in Museum Mafia fetish.
Most important of all in the implicated Bar Association Cult was the metanarrative impinged as default and planning dogma by Penis Gabriel concerning Leslie Sanetta Katz, the introductioness to Tami Simone.
If it is spoken of in the beneficient of papal Rockefeller effluvium for remorseful feeling to being-manifest it shifts into a fallback narrative that avoids by Hustler diplomacy admitting Lapham worked with GBurstyn all along, sniffing, aw me, all this tragedy for not as my wont that Creary so deserved, and he places this regal pillow for Ringo to lay his slanderous head for rest.
