It's foolish to expect consistency from psychopaths like the British who coagulate around Yoko Ono. I for one disbelieve that she ever loved John Lennon. The putrid scroll of Gail Burstyn obviously came down to me from Warhol and she, like Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan, showed no compunction whatsoever in respect to my utility as a sacrificial effigy.
This horrible crime marchs up through the Ivy League. Mamie Duff published a shirt for Girls Rugby that everyone at Swarthmore College knows about reading: WOULD THE DIRTY TURKEY WHO STOLE MY DEAD DOG KINDLY RETURN IT OR REPLACE IT WITH A REASONABLE FACSIMILE THEREOF. Obviously her name Made me Deaf is part of a Reagan hoax and hatchet attack. Duff's grandfather lived in Penn Hills near Hebron Cemetery where the wolves of Tove's Tive poisoned me with sarin neuroplasia and Leslie Katz's remorseless advocate Anna Marie Flanigan took her cues. Like LaMonte of Emerald Duff's pap found his own manner of solving the Theory of Relativity suggesting that they anticipated my solving the Burstyn papyrus through the unconventional means of Mt. Desert Island. Meanwhile the ripper Fripp loved adopting Mamie of Swarthmore because she helped pad his impeachable smears about me in the name of Katz.
Never trust such a status carrion bird.
These monsters wanted to be found out on a dare. Duff has Teddy Rock (Ted Rockefeller) and Anne Mitchell (Robert Sampson, five Purple Hearts, Vietnam).
Yesterday was Memorial Day and because I can prove that Ronald Reagan started AIDS, the Nam Vets who have chronically offended me with threats of torture, shooting, and the vicious blasphemy, an unspeakable sicko idea of taking Midori Goto for revenge abortions from a ledger that they contracted upon me to construct in persona and effigy, threatening me with prison, treason charges, HIV injection from the Dildo Worshippers of Aaron Dixon, all sorts of crazy good for nothing rubbish, while poisoning me in the heart and stomach, obviously it gives cover to persons who really do mean ill, their hyped up threats like 911 that prove we would never ever really do such a thing.
Oliver Stone has an atomic threat directed at the United States, yet these same monsters occupy Rockefeller Plaza.
One can only regard this crazed and scary production by Geffen Corporation and Pink Floyd with utter disbelief. I do not believe in Lennon because his utility for foot dragging and lie mongering in this matter are legendary. Yoko Ono is a fascist.
I understand the philosophy. I understand the value of cutting edge words and the bravery it takes to utter them sometimes. There was an old made for TV film about a minstrel show, two black brothers, one of whom went to college, his other brother reforms their old minstrel show and says come and join us, we need you. Disgusted at the South his brother is overcome with loathing and he walks out into the audience and says, "Want to know why these people ain't white?" and his brother stutters, "Why is that brother?" and his brother replies, "Because they all got red necks." In their von infiniteness, the carrion crows, who got a red neck now dogeyes, as they hang him from the tree in one of the most ghastly images ever put on national television. Ever seen truth? The hanging photos of Michael Mae Donald circulated by Klanwatch? You won't get that from Penis Gabriel's Amnesty International.
The cutting edge words Gail Burstyn isn't. They and Penis Gabriel are the rope around a child's neck.
Those English people are nothing.
Boo them.
I am not playing with you Mr. David Bowie.
I am absolutely satisfied that David Bowie and Robert Fripp are criminal psychopaths. To call me their equal is thoroughly insulting. The faceliar situation traces to Pittsburgh where Fripp and Buchanan published FROG RIGHTS MY ASS. Flipp presented himself as a sensitive and caring individual but then placed my affadavit in the hands of the most brutal thuggee he could find ~ Ringo Starr, who was eager to to option the men who tore my head off as a child. Reagan gave him the AIDS virus and a whole spectrum of tasers in between to use on the Queerball and it worked like a charm. Buchanan and Fripp worked with Zell promoting the lies of Seattle dildo-worshippers trafficking that they are going to inject me for a rape they committed. It was Reagan who promoted Tom Gordon. Ask anyone who knows Miles Kirshner's role in Mt. Desert Island.
Their explanation of Mt. Desert Island reads like the last of the Big Love Op Flops. A concert to benefit the concert for Bangladesh. Share ill Levin. Spread it around for the killers. In the love/hate Christianity of heavy metal fans in the Billy Graham road show of redemption a leering despot like Youssou N'dour filling in the void of faith and conscience lost in the miasma and doggerel of their lyricist leaders made of sex a religious clucking that has only one constant: Manipulation of both sides, the safe and the afflicted, by food supply.
Probably you would expect from the high science impact of Warhol's Parrot Carrot blast furnace radio extrudecast that Larry Flynt would lurker and then show up as Hitler the Savoire crowing, "Those who aren't with us are against us!" on behalf of Zell and Sean Strub. A gold rush, an AIDS infected free for all, orchestrated with notorious acts of degradation, worse than Pitman, from Penis Gabriel. What does being exonerated from nightmare slanders even mean after such odious brutality and manipulation? Adrian Belew is the most ferocious of the Guttersnipes. Did my mother's hemorraghue figure in his ruthless moral calculus Taliban?
He says I don't love my homies. It's a lie. Of all the things I've taken down getting set to leave Leroy's painting has been among the last to go, but my book isn't a scam and I don't just give things away on the basic of local race, especially after being brutally molested and stripped of my life prospects. Lewis Lapham cut the deal, he can foot the bill. His murder of Shannon Harps was a violent stagemaster's hostility for a junior editorialist who got the -30- he didn't dare print.
Stop violating my dignity as a victim, Ono. Your husband was just one of us.
