The situation with me is not something I am glad I can explain. If you know what a feedback loop is, you can understand, too. When you are faced with what has been done, you enter a feedback loop of supplying an alternative explanation for why it has happened, it doesn’t have to play out as rational, because of this feedback loop. When you are forced to allow that you are represented by what was done, the murder of Roberto Clemente for example, at first you deny that they happened at all, but since the events are news (and toxic elements of your reality) you re-enter the feedback loop of denying their true meaning, where Roberto’s heroic name can be evoked to justify a deaf girl’s rape, nothing matters less! The Pennsylvania Bar Association share it as a jest. This allows you to surrender your support to the agency of these crimes (Warhol) while keeping yourself happily witless as to their true meaning. You don’t think that is chickenly, rather you announce that it is vital and real, the most intelligible grunting, virtually pulsating in its emptiness.

My writing (while I lived in Pittsburgh, that sentient beyond fathom land of the ineffably occult) was steered towards a group called The City of Asylum. It might seem strange to be directed towards a refugee defense program in an American city where you were born in 1960 and lived most of your life. Even knowing that unprovoked foreign assailants were behind this strange, sad, odd referral’s necessity, school administration thought themselves very fine. In the brutal inversion they found something over which to muse like a child enamored of a brain teaser.

So in checking the facts of horrible mutilation torture, child abduction, rape, mutilation and ripper attacks on innocent people and the cause which is a much-prized pseudo-document announcing a scientific approach to assassination as a scrimmage of revenge in the war at sea by Japanese on the move that was scribbled as an alibi for child pornographers, you shake a moment and say, “Wait a minute, bud…” Wait? What for? That’s exactly what you did!! Ah, you rejoinder, but for far better reasons than I believe, ah!!

Deaf suck, you lisp, these arch acts were warrior totem. Royal! Royal blood of Africa, kowtow! Wisdom of soothsay beyond reckoning. In discovering that a Senior Administrator at the University of Pittsburgh was involved in Guatemalan syphilis experiments you get rid of him but refuse to treat the syphilis because it provides your thinking and computation, your roster of tabulations, yammering indignantly, summon the Warhols to sanctify our Black Psychology Magic, as they gratify with a lick to their backblade.