30 years alone gives away the prior 30, it doesn’t take a village, it takes a pimp.   Just as Pittsburgh depended upon an objectionable student network to accomplish their organized crime, VW (University of Washington) have the same gangster-style tag-team going.   They mobilized to defend those behind the AIDS attack while manufacturing plastic reality. In the film Wings of Desire speaking for fascists like Tony Levin and the Velvet Revolution, the angels bragged with a hiss of the splendors in “lying...through the teeth.”   As an admirer of The Fountainhead I get it from both sides of the aisle, because Rand defended children against brutal enslavement, something her psychos in the Trump aisle don’t, and she wrote a marvelous passage about an artist traumatized by the delirium of being locked in a room with a malicious beast of prey that you cannot reason with, it just gesticulates, yammer, drools with hunger and gloats.  It is next to impossible to understand the truly far out, high and inside, criminals of New York City as a child, and they don’t want you to, even as they blame you for failure. They just want to tap on the nerve damage and watch the tea kettle go off. In all my life I have never ever heard of a murderer more sadistic and popular than Penis Gabriel. Not even Nixon could brag after getting students shot at Kent State.  He showed remorse, not so the Winged Man of Desire. The rabid lisp that I should crawl back for confederacy to the bad cop in the good cop routine of HitlerReagan, after they brutally raped my only friend, or Rusted Root will get some sickos at school to finish up.

          The history is out there.   Why didn’t the Beatles yammer at Gail Burstyn?  Because they were in on it. Why didn’t Seattle Queers do everything in their power to warn and save lives?  Because there was money as licky-chops as the Klondike fortune in offering. The Muslims? It only affects the Infidels.   The intellectuals at VW? Because Foucault is the fountainhead of holy Eno, man. The bikers? Because Kasper has hundred dollar bills shooting out of their assholes.   The Zappas? They were fondling the pisschrist for Dia Der Mond’s marketability in Voodoo ventures. Tony Levin joined the murderers of Ryland Wesley Crary in lining up to piss on the grave of Eisenhower’s years at Teachers College in the name of a band who called the queers faggots and then quipped, we meant soul food hoagies all covered in chocolate sauce.  When a foreign English lisps No Mercy from Hollywood, the trees in the Palisades sway with love, singing, “All men are brothers (Dulles Brothers).” I have tried to sound out the brothers concerned with Dallas, because Oswald worked for Jagger, and Phillips, if you say neuter one more time Mandelman Matters is gonna punch you.

       Let’s look a moment at what the brave women of Tacoma are really defending in protecting HitlerReagan’s ace in the hole, Leslie Katz.   Gail Burstyn, writing from Bryn Mawr her worship of real men, brazenly promoting the gangsters who killed JFK, including Ringo Starr, her Warrior!  Warrior! Talked openly of the advent in Japanese pornography to which the 60’s counter-culture was designed to surrender and later cater in the name of the hag witch Ono.   Burstyn talked openly of giving hard, punishing narcotics by force to women who “chose” to do so to save their own lives or those of their children, and snickered, “She gets bad headaches but behaves better.”   When the VW bucked, Butch Kasper hammered it’s hood shut with a dent, but it behaved better, crying in love swoons, take me, take me, it moaned, lest Jimmy Creary wax protective in tears.

         Trump’s brainstorm was to “give” Midori Goto to the assassins and make Jimmy the brainbeam toy in a jack in the box in love with Neva prahducts, prahducts.   Let’s conveyance some of the Star Trek tripouts that Genies from acidrock genesis. “I wish we didn’t have to do this to somebody.” “Richard Starkey laughed his ass off.”  “You’re veering around with your clarification questions deaf suck.”

        Vomitbag Proctor couldn’t care a hoot how Munchkin indexes to Tive’s mental midgets, he’s busy defending the province of Fulton Mini for Gellomini and Elizabeth Blumenfeld.    Don’t say blumen-minis, say blumen and blotter, go in peace, love slave to the foreign English puppet master.

           ...and there’s a whole heap of heapery goin’ on…

          My grandparents were distinguished citizens of Poplar Bluff but that doesn’t mean they weren’t Donaldsons.   They had an inside ring with the Mehta scam scene Ms. Goto operates through sadistic police doctors at places like VW.    They swimmer with Lucas Chinese deposits back in Pitt-town. Lucas and Fox are so close to this Bouvierian Illuminati that Neva just about sponosored the King Statue in D.C.   The Beatles were so slick with their bought boy Obama that when the truth came out about the legendary message in the bottle of Kennedy’s murder even his children laughed. The gig is bucktooth, hillbilly linguistics, nobody smart like me, ga.   Care rots, go git aid-suh, myawk, dang Rite it Aid-olf, you must wanna be dependent, go git ye to Live Free or Die New Hampshire, Mr. Buchanan will … ehhh … take care,, of you, nyuck.

         With his mother screaming her brains out at him, inflated small errors into huge crimes, the Varmas, premming with meditation, new that son James wuddn’t dare tell what Kosper did to him, “blush blush” they would say like mouth poison each night, “blush blush”.   In like Dr. Salwa Al-Noori with the Rusted Root gang.