John Lennon committed a drug crime. He abducted a monkey, forced it to ingest ethers that his scribe from the Jewish Holocaust community recorded as “in jest,” sent obscure letters through King Crimson claiming the monkey was hiding something that cudda saved him, staged his death and announced that the jury was going to believe the monkey was to blame for the Yiddish script in a collision of fantasy fulfilling Lapham’s Quarterly’s existential kaniption fit about the right of Americans to experiment. Some people cannot even read this sort of legal trope from Edgar Snyder and Capitol Hill, much less make sense of neuroelectronic sonar forging an identity crime and recouping Ringo Starr’s losses by using a historic America for licky chops slave labor found droll by Black Panther pimps on frenzied sexual grounds, castrating and raping deaf children, while wildly chanting: 1974, ditto master, 1974, hilariously lisping that Jimmy Creary cudda run naked through the streets screaming his mother was gonna kill him while passing out copies of the letters of Gail Burstyn to stop WQED from launching the AIDS attack. This is the function of Trump’s Federal Bureau of Investigation in Queer Seattle.
Now the ravagers want sustainability. When I heard that Primo Levi, who committed suicide after I wrote to him, had met at Pitt with Bayer and forgiven them for Zyklon B, I knew that he was in on the AIDS attack with Peter Gabriel and Britain, but also something much darker, that they wanted to return Earth to Planet Auschwitz. These were the forces in America who killed JFK and targeted. Britain wants to get away, but these elder Jews just wanted to show America the pit itself, too, they don’t think the human race deserves to live. After Auschwitz, no poetry they ranted. This is their idea of poetry, giving Yoko Ono the right to kidnap, molest and enslave children from the Pacific Fleet in grueling Papillon ideas. Get them to say it serves themselves right to forfeit the airwaves to Hitler’s revenge plan.
Snyder’s faction in Tacoma clogged up the airwaves interestingly last night. One of them chanting, “74 74, that’s all,” while another wolfpack put on their own paranoaic taunting symphony of lisps in a Neighorhood forum:
Urgent Alert
Mail fraud update Well today my mail fraud went to a whole new level. Im the 94th customer of the Mail fraud victim wide in the state of Washington. FBI , State of Washington, department of licensing and state police on my case. Like I said before this all stated with USPS new on line service. If someone steals you name and address from your mailbox they will go online to the USPS and create an account with a gmail address. From there they will put a vacation hold on you mail and by the time you figure it out they have all they need. They send someone to pick it up and your information is toast. My advice call USPS online services and block your address. Go old school and go to post office and fill out a form. Today I found out she went to DMV and got a new license I’m my name and different address. So if she actually or accidentally killed some one I would get arrested. Same picture and everything just new number.
8 hr ago · New Hilltop in Crime & Safety
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How about a chip in your shoe tracking your movements for a while?
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Mac seriously? I don’t understand
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No I wasn't being serious. I know that's terrible. You think, oh this is just ridiculous. I remember seeing a film of Peltier laughing when he was arrested. It even happened to me and until it got really heavy I thought, silliness.
P.D.
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That is horrible! WTF ... these low life’s need to be put away for ever! Hard labor.
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Honest to God call channel 7. Jesse J. He loves to untangle this shit.
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Makes me glad my mailbox is locked and only has the number on the outside
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This is so messed up. I'm so sorry this is happening to you
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It's a little bit hard to understand what you think is going to happen. You mean a jury would convict you KNOWING it wasn't you? As though you are to blame for something someone who stole your identity did? Like an existential slide into Milgram's America?
Everyone in this town hall, but me, is going to believe Ringo Starr when he comes saying it was all Saul Brecher and that the issue was John Lennon all along, hiding his ripper hand, his trail of serial murders, his pimping and biological warfare, his anthrax attack, his lying about Mt. Desert Island. While he talks to Lennon’s monkey in the tongue of parable. Trauma, he jeers, money trauma, repo-man, a lie was found on Rapid Eye Movement sleep.
It's interesting that you hear this once, it sticks with you, you never forget, but it's something you have to be interested in. You can't teach this material to most people. It's all erased from their minds before you even begin and the damage is done.
1974 was a signal year. They used part of my name James on Starless and Bible Black, with the encryption, “Acknowledgement to D.T.” while Trump’s friend Spike Lee’s Italian star Cartieri shot Dean Tierno dead. They had me, their bag man, in a paper bag they sang about on the record, being gassed in an Auschwitz special education, they called a “gin shop slag” from the Quarrymen, gassed by the Pitmans in a lead up to the second holocaust Special Education con job on Mt. Desert Island, a magical mystery sex tour of Disney conjob about the AIDS attack. What does the jury believe? They believe Martin Sheen when he says the neurological injury was an anti-British satan.
Terror generates literature so they get double money on their double fantasy.
Now the ravagers want sustainability. America, they will say, wasn’t really humiliated by Hitler’s friend Great Britain. Join us! They will howl. Just give us one sacrifice. Give us one small child as a tribute to Emperor’s Imperial Japan. The words were on the porch. They gave a book of Mitsui, gas masks, the letters and signified Gurdjieff by the name Jeff attacked to Trump-son (Thompson/Donaldson/Bugg of Dallas City) and Jeff Kennedy/Jeff Task. Task! Kennedy was a task. A small object lesson. Ever so simple. 1964 gave us Paul McCartney’s holy energy, the Bullet Train and saw WELL DONE, once a sign greeting the troops returning, appearing on the hardback copy of House of Nire. Well done.
A famous, famous tragedy, MYAWK! Maybe you heard the rumors that AIDS was an attack on the satanists, then with the perversity of rock stars, Zappa and Fripp hired by African millionaires got Claymont to PROVE it on a humanist for Queen Elizabeth. Whose bad now, dogeyes?
As part of the subscription Mancine took the queerbait to Devil in Mrs. Jones so that Trump could home radar the NEVA products in their pride post-castration achievement of the symbolic Liberal effigy for the Flag.
Save the earth, myuh, what kind of idiot thinks they are going to save the earth when killing it is worth a fortune? Let me tell you a personal history of ecological studies as a runt in Pittsburgh. HAIR sang about breathing deep, their off color cast forced me to use inhalants in an evil garage where I was kidnapped as a child, breathe deep, hahaha. College studies? When suggested a greenhouse and ecology at CCAC they all sighed and sadly shook their heads, poor Jimmy, poor, poor Jimmy. After hideous battery by King Crimson and Gail Burstyn I managed to scrawl a poem that Nancy decided not to throw away that exhibits my psychological whereabouts at the time of Midori Goto’s brilliant, prodigy, illegal homework, “the people from the heavens come down to play in all the rot and soil we have today/If we don’t stop it soon we’ll meet our final doom.” The Nature, of….reality, clucked the X-slurs on high. That verse, by the way, is a lot closer in time, space and child development to exposure to the source of the carot tape than Jaime Carbonell’s plank about International Computer Transconferencing, the Persistence of Memory or Riri Nakasone’s subversion of the dominant paradigm.
They are going to save the earth after raping and torturing it, hahahaha. They will send the queerbait into the dungeon of thex, say it again Tharles, thex, I mean sex and justify the AIDS attack as saving the earth then what we’ll do is cook it up, so they have no choice but to listen to reason. Jesus came in handy during the AIDS attack but nobody’s pushing the Book of Revelation under Donald Trump, they want those alpha hookers on Saudi yachts.
The murderers want to use me as lifelong object in Yoko Ono’s Truman Show and then force me to forfeit my life’s work to benefit murderers who raped my girlfriend and castrated me without reason, victim or trial to benefit stick up artists involved in mass murder, and call it helping the other victims.
AND WE TOOK HIS WIFE! The Ayn Rand Trump cultists of Lennon’s NYC hurrah!
You probably feel violated by my testimony, what right do I have? Weren’t John Lennon and JFK just alike? Kennedy wrote an introduction to a book of Native Americans testifying to the injustice. That’s just the same as Trump’s worship of Andrew Jackson and the mob who threw them off their land in gold rush frenzies of land grab. That’s just the same as the mass murderers who killed the Chinese in the lead up to Klondike, yes indeed, so get on the Green Party bus with the Amazon killers who shot JFK and blackened his name with pedophile rumors from a Frankenstein crime of rock star grand delusion called the Walrus, put on by Pentagon Disney with bullets in the head. That’s the same. Like the play victims putting on wigs and saying the judge and jury is in their heads, that’s the same as a judicial system.
Someone stole his name why shouldn’t Queer Seattle want more than just the rape of his best friend? Just cause she’s legally a child from Downs doesn’t make it NAAMBLA man. As pencilman says at CMU, it was legal but it wasn’t pretty. What makes it legal to rape a deaf girl who is legally a child? Ask Buckley, Bowie and Havel, I dunno I dunno, I have NOH idea, myuh, myuh.
The parasite who worked ten times harder than anyone in law enforcement trying to get help to the victims of our mind slaughtered ripper hatter media concoction who raped the First Amendment for foreign pimps hustling on a person who trusted them must pay! Okay, well, tell you what we’ll do, I’ll put the letters where anyone can find them. Just in case there’s someone around.
The murderers invaded my psyche and my home to put on trial the idea that a person who is deaf is free to associate with women among things, targeting me in the home for ripper attacks. It’s interesting to theorize what sort of woman would brave The Green Party’s murder stalking of the children in their family, and the insane slanders of Penis Gabriel’s mob. What it would mean for someone to fall in love with me and make love against the shadow of Dixon’s mouth poisoning HIV injection threats from the white sadists on Mt. Desert Island.
You can see that British syphilis sort of has a mind of its own once it gets going. They’re gonna save the world, now, myuh. Let’s humor them in their insane and pitiless laughter. The ravagers want sustainability now, after all, the children have begun refusing to go to school. What’s next? Reflections on the history of needless tax and spend nuclear testing and build up to break down? Not on your life. Those dirty liberal children refusing to go to school aren’t going to be taught, no, because Penis Gabriel’s NAAMBLA enlightenment needs them, should I say us, for, shall we laugh, sustainability. Grab the ladies by the pussy, says the President, even if some are in the Epstein preference code or the Black Panthers will get out the ledger for your bride to be to examine.
Why are the Christians so cheered? That one’s easy at least. Perhaps you’ve forgotten when James Watts, Secretary of the Interior sold off public lands, “We don’t even know when Jesus is coming back,” well, real, real soon, consult the Weather Service. That’s why they are cheering. Don’t fool yourself until you’ve read Burstyn and Karl. The ravagers want sustainability, don’t be afraid, that’s why they’ve developed a death ray. Well, Reagan was Ego Prime, no mistaking it, but he was brother to the walrus.
Maybe you wonder how the Walrus is a Russian story? Is it the prescribed nostrum that it will end badly? McCartney likes little riddles in the air. For example, NASA saw fit to advertise global extinction with his bath water pathos of Yesterday on a satellite of sounds into the void, and he voiced over on his post-Live and Let Die record, “but they never will be found.” Similarly the obsessed or unlucky may have chanced upon the Fox media type of gospel that the Beatles are now considered just “elevator music” without sourcing the Jaime informant behind the snipe. What you don’t probaby get is what that means. What comes to mind, though when you stand waiting for the elevator going down? “I need a fix cause I’m going down.” Like Anna Politkovskaya, if you try to report what really happened. It was all indexed to Putin a little put on about Two Virgins for Bowie’s Tin Oil machine.
This is the hidden conversation going on. Linguistics in evolution are a spastic reaction to friction from plant fibre on human sensibility, like wind fluting in ancient river reed sluice, and nobody knows that like the lispers of King Crimson. King Edward, who lost much of his fancy in the bombing of Hiroshima, told his fabulous ones in Liverpool, let’s give it to those yellow shitheads. Yui Asaka arm thrust high, “when are we going to fight!” which the lisperers morphed into transformation to Hyenas Sport for suffragette Madames in Argentinian and Roman academics for the grinding calculus of a moebius paradox.
They wanted thex, Tharles thaid. This is no time, we have to save the world now.
Ivan KA