A detail in the murder of Steven Adams sticks in my mind, it was not that long ago Molly was killed in Iowa, these are the three names of my next of kin. I've been giving some thought to how to address this issue on the question of whether this is part of the expression being given to a blood debt claim against my name by protected persons. Rather than consign the consideration to the property of those who contest narrative as mentally ill, I have decided to go into the functioning structure of the idea, because, as the script evidence shows, the person in question had in mind communicating directly with me. "Only two people would know," she wrote. I would, however, feel very, very rude sending this note to the victim call for help or Police Department.
She wants the story told and knows what she has communicated, therefore she knows what I have not told, but harbor in the shadowy cabinet of the mind. By angling towards a difficult notion in homicide, she burrows into that cabinet, as though to demand, yes, and so, what about this? We know you haven't spoken of it yet, are you going to? Posing as interrogation psychology of the subconscious mind, the attackers have long masqueraded as running a Department of Victim Grudge. They just don't say which victims they really mean, but it is given away in the script by reference to Nobuko, screenstar of Children of Hiroshima, but this Axis situation was run by Reagan. The persons in question, most of all Yoko Ono, are protected persons. My father worked with Eisenhower at Teacher's College, and I am the symbol of the Little Boy bomb who saved his life, his little boy.
The script was about the AIDS attack, it was authored in my name, and the British, at the ready, knowing all along, claimed discovery to announce, well, you really have something to pay for don't you, little boy? They cleverly used the signifier Mark Mark to double entendre the hated Marx and play a pun on Mark Twain, whose outspokenness occasionally got him into dutch and who worked hard to repay a debt. The British circled me through Gurdjieff Society and recovery programs, protected by police for the most part, operating openly. Nobody likes being fooled. I'm not trying to rub it in.
Mark Mark is also relevant because Mark David Chapman has marked man in it, as does Mark Mancine, an ally in the script. Mark Chapman wrote Lennon's name on Sharon Samuels' birthday in a Hawaii register and crossed it out. Samuels introduced me to Gail Burstyn, the script writer, and was around when Carole King's Tapestry came out, a woman I noted her resemblance to when looking for King Crimson records. This crime was set up by Rockefeller publishers with the power to approve and manage such semiotics. Samuels called me on the phone with the hesitant exact metallic sound of Yoko Ono saying, "if you become naked," on the famous record, only, speaking for the Warhol group, she said, "I, I think I'm pregnant."
James W. Child then showed up to make a subconscious claim that the decision to abort was analogous to the decision to drop the bomb. He was in Reagan's nuclear debate team. He lived in a house where an agent named in the script, a lover of Mark Mancine lived, Julie Sellers. It's very hard to make what they are doing less disturbing. I can testify however that the British approached me the morning after 911 and told me that I was being given the black spot of an empty set over my right to form a family, and the same ghouls who killed Steven were probably behind the stabbing outside the clubhouse, using the name Abulafia, for Abu Mumia, death row, la, my sister Laura, fia, or Molly.
Everyone in Seattle seems to know who they really are.
