Calling Seattle Greens and UW intellectuals couldn’t possibly be less serious; the AIDS attack was part of the prison riot, and seriousness in true crime, as in the psychotics bullying me has nothing to do with being an intellectual vanguard. Even in its cutest moments at best it’s dialectical tripdude-ingness. The rabid scoff a little too lasciviously about my privacy, the murderers wouldn’t have forced me into privacy mode if they hadn’t so virulently sought to force their lies about what happened down my throat. The support of the killers who drove recklessly at Kelly School in a licky chops bid for Hollywood rights by profiling a person in severe trauma from prior hostage maliciously to please a race persona is old news, but the habit of mind that gave rise to truly stupid self-congratulation for out manuveouring a victim of deafness and horror trauma still shocks with awe. Seattle will never out infantilize Trump, but they are hard at work being the main man mimics.
You shouldn’t read me if you aren’t adult. People like you and Trump can get Moe and Larry to feed you cheese in your convulsions about being faced with what you went along with and why. It’s not my precinct to calm you down to the level of civilized reason expected in Our Commonwealth. The whole thing just reinforces my conviction never to go to UW. What sort of fucking ironic program do they propose, hearing me tell packed seminars that it wasn’t enough for you to castrate me for not going along with the AIDS attack? That you forced me to kiss the ass of the motherfuckers responsible? The brutality of the Reagan machine finds its expression, soul mate and fulfillment in Seattle Green activity, no one should be or could possibly be fooled, so instead of banging on about it, I’ll go into the true history of how you were misled and the power behind the establishment of the Left about which you have some reason to be proud, not knowing what was up, was paid for and sponsored by rich psychotics in a plan, like Foucault, Trump and NAACP who were loyal to Lyndon Johnson. Don’t let the Black Confederates wiggle out by being so smart.
A person, by the way, especially not a child, does not make enemies by being attacked blindside, they do not make enemies by describing what was done, only a UW vanguard intellectual would spout that they do. That or a foreign English and its Zappa toadies. If Seattle thinks they are going to get good press out of me they are badly mistaken. Obsequiousness, surrender to coercion and other escape behaviors of the sort exploited routinely by Suzuki and Hennessey, Goto and Janssons, Reagan and Dixon, have no place behind the wheel of my typewriter.
What happened to Oswald, Tippitt and Kennedy is important for its anti-pragmatism as the art of convenience, but the Temple of the Golden Dawn spirits working for DeMille and King Edward, endorsed by Al Sharpton and the NAACP for catering to the caterwaul of their non-existent tribal dances, forms an index system that gives away the totem worship behind the following to the oven, over-wowed by the killers and their rhetoric. Trump appears in Cameo as the man they called God in Network in 1977 while his familiar in super-estates Foucault, was setting things up with the Ayatollah and asshole backstabbers like Penis Sinfield lay in wait. That’s the reality. Adapt or perish in the attempt to evade it.
The Left was masterminded by Gail Burstyn. That’s why nobody dared to say anything, there were too many punk reputations at stake. By masquerading as the opposition Youssou N’dour achieved the Ultra Victory for the Graham-Trump squad at NASA. They promoted a theory to crucify a symbol of America and make sure that we mind our place. Liverpool and Pittsburgh are indeed as chummy as McCartney groons, they bray with glee at Kirshner’s lewd invasions and smears. Tive and Proctor made good on child molesting brainwaves. Un-fucking real, which just bout brings me to something peculiar I still don’t get, how and why the Chins did so much right by me and took a bullet.
You push somebody and push somebody to this sickening degree and expect to be praised. Her soft loving kiss and movement towards my zipper came as a surprise. I knew what the most exquisitely chiseled features of elitist Japan were designed for, giving head but marriages there cost millions and this type of sado-erotic sumptuous shark cuisine was just about extra-secret. Seth spoke, take the bait. Taking off her pants suit in no time at all, I felt the dignity of her oriental corporate mystique just scream out on my cock.
Midori Goto can blow me.
