A girl who likes the same poetry I do already knowing the answer looked at me and said, is this what really happened, did the Beatles help kill JFK and stage Lennon’s death as part of the AIDS attack?   Yes, I said dejectedly and knowing. She cried as softly as a deadhead who had perceived and then lost the meaning of mankind, and said, please tell me, before my mind closes forever, and you of all people, wait, do you resent me?  Am I an act, this too just picking your brains as the military gurus love to snicker? We were so busy looking for the people who hated them that we missed the back dagger they aimed in a good cop bad cop routine with HitlerReagan, she said, carrying my narrative forwards with the power of grasp.

        There is no framework, no constituency for failure to warn,  none concerned about that failure, that strategy. Atlas just shrugged, and sang, SO?   Let them as deserve it carry the weight. The Warhols took their own script and said they will take this evil thing and use it for goodness, their own advance, to protect the guilty and punish the learners.   Simon Schama announced a council of sybils capable of reading police prejudice and of reading public sensibilities for McCartney, shamans he called them. What’s a little ripper hatter mayhem when you are having a barn burner this unique?  The schools passed me around.

         A discriminating observor sees the writing on the wall of the architecture at Community College of Allegheny County with decapitated cement peace signs built by the man who built Bidwell at 1025 Liverpool Street.   At CCAC, the professor of African studies who didn’t mind lying about my childhood while using me for military voodoo softened me up for Tacoma Community College to recover from Tony Cervi/x’s acid and mouff poison at TACID.  Many are the signifiers nomad from Pittsburgh. N’you think n’you should get away.

         Various dialect mean different things by Greek.   The Greek was telltale, through and through. O, in Obama, even stood for Onassis.   The military in places like Tacoma can’t stop seeking legitimacy in their sneering, sniveling cover story for Mt. Desert Island as a prank over sexually urgent teenage drama.   Thex, they wanted, they lisp, and the Greeks had more than to provide with. They would allow a Last Temptation of the Crucified before the Special Event of HIV cudda saved John Lennon Jesus, a Special Event but not MORE than a special event!

         What does this thing mean, Gurdiev klukist Pierre Elliott might seek to reckon stroking his beard?   To be a special event but not MORE than a special event. It means the FBI is allowing massacre as an art statement, shrugged, so what, the boys want to do it, and allowing that  it doesn’t mean if their target object gets away it might lead other people to think they are entitled not to be treated this ways by foreign ripper hatters. The world, they laugh, will go out with a Shakespearean slave pun from Yoko Ono.

         The script they say was perfect for Jimmy Creary.   I introduced this person I liked to my best friend and now they are going out, guess life is rough, indicated the passenger council woman from the Texas Schoolbook.   They would give Midori Goto to the Warhol child slaughtered who butched me for sex tribute to Japan, and watch the queerbait whimper from the nerve plasm, myuh. England is our best friend.   I don’t know who they are, they laugh, they’re someone else, someone good. I gave them the papers, the apology, I forfeited my wife to their strangehold, they shot dead my homeboy security, and his sister still wears a look of their shirts.  What’s next, Mr. Oobleck?