Obama needs to learn from his elders, not the ones who boss him around, and he might as well put on the dunce cap. The philosophy of Augustine towards which he angles as an attache of the nostrum forgiving Hitler will bring God’s love explains the end times nattering of catering to Pittsburgh. By attempting to reason with people who are incapable of being reasonable, he imagines some sort of holy outcome, by which I presume the death of the earth entire would avail. The hate that hate produced is widely understood by those soul murdered into surrender, but oughtn’t to be preached by those lasciviously gloating about getting a person they tortured’s goat. Obama’s dunce cap is his glory as the first noble Black rider of the KKK. The crimes that the Doctors of Military Science have commissioned does not deserve a Federal chin-stroking hmm test, it should be arrested as a furiously horrible hate crime from the trenches of Nazism as any klan action would be for what it’s worth that’s all it’s worth.
Alvin Toffler is the original Brian Eno. He came to my old school back in the 70’s if I remember correctly, I think I attended with Leslie Katz. Having been the recipient of pages marked, “this is a very old letter,” I was being groomed as in for a future shock as oblique strategy. Future Shock, his book, in light of new information about this deranged plot needs to be understood as spy genre. Its Trump index puts Osaka on the same page as University of Pittsburgh, how’s that for psychic? In those quarters being psychic is real cred. Published in 1970 there’s all sorts of stuff, but not one word about Vietnam, and oh, the copy I received is stamped: BARTHOLOMEW.
Hendrix is indexed to a page he is not on, you have to +30 but Lubin’s a tripdude. This should be a featured reading at AIDS Nuremberg when we introduce the Coincidence Game, not that Alvin followed Ry to the Cricklewood. For found art, their psychic tables of seance sure pose a lucid argument. Pittsburgh held me at the Falk Medical Library while securing me into the quarters of an English nature fetishist with Greensville ties named Jagus. The thorn in the rose did Jag us, eyh? How poetry zoned. Karen love it or Levitt joined Dolly Meieren of Guerilla Theater in suggesting the U.S. vacate North America. Write me a rubbish song, Burstyn, decried the one night swallows. Let’s not teach Obama anything, he’s prematurely grey from quisling shadow war and needs to sit in his legacy can for what it’s worth.
Those who relish the slogan hate that hate produced also seem witless to causeless hate, they seem to think hatred alone proves grievance. While I think it’s honorable to note that the English Bible has influenced the rise of Islamic Imperialism, the shortcut to symbolism leaves out the many people who just want to get by. Which brings me to the personality police and identity trolls who like to sneer as ripper hatters that my life is theirs. They sadly risk reprisal from indignant people. No one likes to hurt people less than I do, that’s how non-violence gets converted into cowardice. These are people who evidently enjoy being hurt or at least seeing people close to them go down, because nothing else explains their unprovoked bloodthirst.
We have a crime, nuclear ultimatum from the AIDS attack lobby. It’s an ugly crime called Trump. They go by names like Zwick and laugh at AIDS as God’s jest on abortion. The used me as a slave golem, a sort of neuroplastic playstation to spitefully set off their rocks to while demanding honorable mention, while the sophomore girls bemoaned the injustice of not getting to crybaby for a cherry boy back in kind. The one they never mention is Edgar Cayce.
Occult exceptionalism defines their crime ring. They isolated the deaf suck in a lonely heart. Rosine is a criminal who came to fulfill the attack war game, she did the same thing to me Jacqueline Onassis did for McCartney to JFK, getting our society all bound up cheering a head huntress.
All I am asking is for these foreign English vultures to learn to leave someone who hates them alone.
