It’s a cold day in Tacoma, but nothing is colder than the soul of a foreign English, which is why they use the tone brrr for their agent Gail Burstyn. The AIDS plan was written to accuse the victim in a dialogue about the nature of war in which history is written by the winners. JFK was taken into Dealey Plaza on a day of atonement over Hiroshima. The film industry at worked circled towards the event planned long in advance with cameras making impressions and observations in a lifelong study campaign aimed at correcting the folly of our ways, a miracle work from God understand Authoritarianism, uploaded with Godwin Laws forbidding mention of Adolf Hitler. The Federal Bureau of Investigation allowed those who attacked us to set up openly a claim to being Judge, Jury and Victim with no pretense of a fair trial, and their calibrations were all a hatchet job which only they did not call a taliban. It was quite as if no one in American jurisprudence or law enforcement had ever even heard of a fair trial.
Turn briefly to the standard Pittsburgh gizmo. In Pittsburgh we have a culture who clearly didn’t even bother to hide their collaboration in the attack, instead they are rather proud of it. After all, their most fierce and loyal ally is Sean Lennon, master of ceremonies in the mockery. But what does mockery mean in this nasty business? John Lennon after all was the Pope of Mockery, and graven his own image in its name. The lispers insist this is not schaedenfreude, than what? Queers willing to kill queers in order to see a handful of nutters make gold, in a word their guru Foucault. True, just insulting their disgrace isn’t answering their plotted counter-allegations, but it’s healthy. By contrast they are criminally insane, they are poisoners justifying poison.
They planted cocaine on me. That’s exactly what it was they did. Their Tom Gordon War College advocate hissed at me as following the path of least resistance. In other words if I didn’t stop crying and try it they would brutally torture me. The murderers implanted a horrible brain injury to make me neuro-bedient to verbal demands, inducing seizures if I resisted, that why they called me “Gizmo.” The FBI have known all along that Greg Karl wrote, “the persona is SUBJECTED to successive degradations of the X-motive.” The FBI doesn’t dare open a dictionary and are praying no one else ever does.
This is about Infidels. The murderers broke my lowereds so I really couldn’t perform very well even if I wanted to, but they continue to dredge up moronic observation allegations concerning my supposedly two-timing behavior (trauma-related pliability at the mercy of the steering committee) that they claim justified Mt. Desert Island quarantine as part of their lifelong observation and control tower. Paul McCartney and Jack Ruby were in the same racket, that of selling hookers, although the English gentry tend towards slightly higher goods, but attending this racket is the public relations of Ringo Starr who knew both John Lennon, who was highly selective and Frank Zappa, who boorishly promoted the ugly. This allows Starr to play both sides of the divide, however he wants to finagle his proclivity for being genuinely craven in service to derision about mass murder.
The plotline, AIDS was justified because Jimmy C. wanted two virgins was Masterpiece Theater that allowed Queen Elizabeth to buffer her name in Transylvania. For insurance they plotted to snicker, oh, that poor kid just about took too much of Miles Kirshner’s MK-Ultra LSD. Since money was no object, they toyed with the golem, causing the victim of torture to fall to the floor in seizures when biting food that came from the hand that clocked him away from the sacred dimension of Midori Goto’s giant superwave. King Crimson pose as a bizarro parochial, with the same mentality in tow as Gail Burstyn who appears on one of their lunatic fringe records in lookalike, or archetype mesmer style, but the truth is that Lennon was promoting Kennedy’s satisfying assassination as NEVA pornography all along, bang, bang, shoot, shoot, came that Johnny Rotten facial blast.
