See, the trauma was so bad and the violence so horrible that I was in semi-coma unable to remember or articulate the shadows of memory and the rabid animals in the Clinton/Trump cult neuro-hypnotized that by Fripp peer rejection as date rape phobia while stalking me with the men who tortured me, getting my deaf advocate raped. Donald Oo’s Ron and Ron queer team after brutalizing me at age 13 into a shocked and complicated crying trance of neurobedience showed me a SOF (Soldier of Fortune magazine) image published by Flynt of a machete chopped bush soldier’s head with the caption: Is this obscene while Ron said, “yeah and then we’d take a shit in it.” A Reagan sort of trick.

Penis Gabriel and Ono rampaged that I must yammer the hotwire plasm where my inside out in vomitonic interrogation of the NEVA soundtrack implanted by Carbonell to get to Michael Reagan’s favorite scene where they bukkake’d a little nine year old Jimmy who woke up in tears and then called it “beautiful”.

King Crimson cream for more, acknowledgement to D.T.