As predicted, the rabid attempted to make it both traitorous to refuse to follow Lennon’s macabre drug suicide mentality and a felony offense for obeying violent neuro-compulsion from child molesters.

Lennon used to wheedle, “we have a little coke with our dinner,” on Snyder.

The murderers who raped my deaf girlfriend, ignoring that I cried piteously, provoking tantrums of hatred from Ostro and Brecher, when they tried to force me to try cocaine, allege that I am a felon for receiving a gram of cocaine from Ostro for my 18th birthday, which I took since there was no hope of refusing it, part of the plan by the AIDS attackers to confiscate their crime and tithe it by planting a controlled substance through the police on someone they rendered a golem. The police shortly afterwards arrested me on armed robbery charges insisting that a picture of Ronnie zsinski was me. Michael Caplan was an engineer of this arrangement, with Carbonell and Christel GermanyNazi whose mother was nearby the ROTC shooting gallery for Society of Creative anachronism.

In reality, prior to his planting a controlled substance on me for police in the presence of peers who were super-enthused over the substance, but with whom it was not shared, a nurse tried to get me help from Ostro and insisted on writing a report and told me to make sure my family gave it to the Judge, my family refused, they were very hostile to me about the beating and made a joke of me about it, that is the reality, when I tried to get help from the same hospital later, the murderers had locked me out because they were re-appropriating their attack prostitute under the honor code of their metanarrative and wouldn’t allow that I was having migraines from neurotrauma, they barred entry and wouldn't allow me to go the Emergency Room, this time I was unfortunately alone, the first time the neighbor found me wandering following the tracks when he became alarmed from blood in the snow. I was in my pajamas, no longer able to feel the cold, I was very dazed from battery in an impacted neurotrauma which the murderers continued to pretend wasn't there even after the letters showing they planted the neuroplasm, too, it surfaced and it became visible from profound sexual violence directed at me by school Administration. Of course they ripper murdered, denied it, and call themselves LAW.

I was never allowed to escape Donald whose child sellers attacked me blind side. It wasn't just my family who allowed him access to me long after I had lapsed into semi-coma trauma from the beatings, but Elementary school teachers like Rick Finkelstein. Pleading in tears beyond tears for help from Ostro, Finkelstein said, no, but took my 200 dollar synthesizer off my hands for 75 with the words, "Friendship is friendship and business is business." I also tried to write Yoko Ono since that was her world and I so badly needed help. This gave the world’s most notorious slumlord her wedge in confiscating her own Texas Schoolbook.

The assassin contraption was built to lure me into believing that it was Reagan vs. Lennon, which came out in my booklet Hypotenuse, but that was a ruse, a double fantasy, to build support for the attackers among the victims. Meanwhile Stone and Starr insisted that Reagan and Lennon were partners, and victims, they were partners, that part is true, it was a brazen and documented plot by Pentagon Disney. The brainstormer credited was Fenton Bresler which indexes to Fenton Street of the National Alliance for the Deaf. Their crypto-plan of castration for snitching worked around kissing Mary's lips, who I met at He's Dead, Jim and who gave me the book of the play Danton's Tod. Note Fe/nton Da/nton FEDA DEAF. This was before Syrinx was passed to me by Consuelo's mob and dad got sick and died with a concerned message about the riddle of the Sphinx. I donohue could have made him wonder, maybe Moon Spoon June Bandemer or Jay-guna Kboogie. Ask Wilma about Rosa, “sheeee’s G-R-R-R-EAT!”

There goes another Roland guitar synthesizer give away insured at Liberty Mutual by Ric Klux near Alla Chertok and Samuels, get that Cashmere coat Yuri Tito, tear it to shreds, we don’t talk that way, Abdul, whoo hoo. Defsukke! You must want poisoned in the mouff.

And Van Gogh cut off his dick for this?