It’s hard to work on this stuff, but I’ll try to spin my point a little clearer. First, the CIA does not care about being blamed for the mysteries of the universe. I’ve seen and heard them laugh since the 60’s about the blown minds who talk about the System. The System, they would laugh. The system we all know was present with King Crimson is one that uses me but a careful reader will see it is just a storyline to sell the English Empire despite the AIDS atrocity and victimize me in a utilitarian set-up for a stalking concept land grab. How do you think such a secret program, openly administered on campus, worked as planned? As found art, which is their claim? Do you think the AIDS attack combine would allow a program to go forward that did not benefit them in that way? There are thorny things to be poignant about matching wits with Fripp and Karl but the root is Nordenberg’s play that dishonesty is the best Administration.
Is the coast clear to speak up? When the Zappas (Frank, Gail, Moonunit and Dweezil) came rooting for Gail Carolyn Burstyn, Zappa blamed the CIA on his record Broadway the Hard Way about AIDS which created a subcultural movement about freedom of speech provided you shade your innuendo carefully. Mr. Big Picture, the invisible writer, came with stories about the melting planet and cosmic new powers to read the program and plan it. It was pure, sickening trickery.
The simplest way to put things when battling English intelligence is almost always a bit off the mark, but they profiled me for psychology in a situation of announcing the revealed truths of campus rowdies for cultural competence. The subtexts were forbidden examination. The FBI supported the gang who nearly killed children at a crosswalk driving recklessly at Kelly Elementary on the shine of the dogma that it was expertly accomplished without injury. They backed the 911 Salmacis attack on the grounds that the Gays believed in the people who crucified my generation. They plotted my persona with Karl, Nickys Hopkins and DiBarno with Pink Floyd, and send in estate mogul dacoits who speak about JFK as they sing about the moon, with a yawn, but JFK is very relevant in the story told by his killers, Wattenmaker, meaning energy maker, not love, and made for TV as in Terrestrial Visco.
Story of the bird brains asks for Mephistopheles Chan, Honorable Honolulu Detective, to explore the klukker and NAACP wives meaning to how Joe Kennedy walked out on Gloria Swanson and the partnership of Barack Obama with Juliet Sellers, home from work with a script of Genesis lyrics on onion skin. Referring to me the mother said he usually own up in the fluxus speak of someone who figured if the shoe was on the other foot they’d be watching me marginalize under-achievers, but when the NAACP said I was interfering with Pitt and Pittsburgh Catholic by endangering myself protesting apartheid and Reagan they didn’t say that how I was doing so was by putting my name in print as a reaction formation to a whisper campaign heaped in such chilling and cold blooded lies that one of the perpetrators, a Jewish kid named Eisenstat, got on KDKA-radio, disguising his voice and saying he was Abdul the Terrorist, and the FBI at Kelly School snickered, that’s cool, that’s cool.
The girls of Pittsburgh, in their higher shine, have a provincial explanation for the terror of blindside attacks on a terrible vulnerable child. You didn’t fight back, they say, so the street could smell your fear.
