Probably as a result of the hemorraghue by ghoulish attorney falling over each other to service Penis Dixon, I can no longer blog in The Chinatown Gazetteer. If this is as I expect the case it is very typical of the situation that The Bill of Rights was finally subverted by a The Black Man. When the final call came down on press freedoms, I was working on a piece called Who is Greed Faith? The Black Man came. The Black Man saw. The Black Man unprovokedly brutalized, he violated, he censured, end of game.
Who is Greed Faith?
Greed Faith graduated from the Gibson Kelly Skool of Black-o-Honesty and Integrity. Her homewrecker klaquistry was the wonder of the AIDS Onslaught, a model student even when she was playing hookie and slapping five with the KKK at the Malcolm X Barbership. A plot written by Reagan through proxies like Justin Chang and John Hinckley was just too good to be true when defsukke walked right into her Jeannie-raping arms, but one thing the future will say about Dexter King, good old boy, he understood The Nature of Reality.
Fulminating in gargantuanism they take their heapery with the slyest of fury and gravity. Nothing Jimmy Crary did or did not do justified confederacy with the AIDS Combine, strengthening their hand and writing a cover up. The Black-O-Klukkers are dangerous zombies, but their morals are braindead. To call the raping spawn of Martin Luther King scum is a doofus understatement. They brutally torture innocent people and call it eye for an eye. It certainly is not me claiming that accusations alone are actionable, that's the Invisible Man in the Black-o-White Sheet. What paranoid perceptions may seem to exist in print of my origin are largely a result of predator actors demanding assessment as forces impinging on the persona's experience. It's hardly me masterminding a lethal whisper campaign. Ironically and coincidentally as the crowe flies the hate was incited and sponsored by a rabid foreign English. Flipp of Crimso wanted his name to rhyme with Reagan and now it does.
The Taliban whereby the AIDS victims ghoulishly were deluded as their thoughts took shape as if from Allah, convincing them sure and strong of the opposite of the truth, as they were wielded and excited by a chance to revolution no. 9 on behalf of the AIDS Combine, started like evil rumor, took shape in whisper and erupted in a nightmare beyond the horror of all Rosewoods past. In the snicker of the shades who do we find but a The Black Man. The idea that the Beatles are the voice of God which originates in the mind of Eno comes across to an intelligent person like the gesticulating chanting of someone who believes themself the Ayatollah Khomeini, yet Lewis Lapham no less is the source of this criminal embarassment to the United States and our history. What is there to say of such a teuton but that a pig wore antlers.
The story told by Clinton and Obama doesn't make sense in the way they tell it, but when you examine the falsehood necessary to hold it together, and identify their consistency, it does make sense at last, only not in the way they tell it. The only thing new about fascists calling themselves a victim of something in order to initiate blindside, unprovoked slaughter in this case is its screaming level of mindrapingness thanks/no thanks to Robert Fripp, Penis Gabriel and the motherfucking horrorshow we once knew as the Beatles.
So say, "Abdul" child and wander thusly.
The loss of my posting privileges in my website doesn't mean a frigging thing. Even having it up where scum can read it is like the putrid scene with Serpico's medal, on his chest like the spit of people he tried to save. I already permanently hate you. What's one more thing?
I nurtured love and hope, same as you. When the lapper Chase painted a poem picture of Jeannie ruthlessly showering me with the smiling contempt of a superior, sensitive man, I blessed him despite his dishonorable secret objective, for a poem like that of Jeannie should indeed live and be written, and I am indeed incapable of putting my feelings in a picture that way. It doesn't mean my love for her isn't sincere. It doesn't mean her love for me isn't greater than for Hollywood. It just means I cannot do it, I'm not talented enough, the poem is good, I celebrate that it exists.
When I wrote the Heaven and Hell Odyssies about sister planets before one became the moon, they simply were primitive places, they had no contact, they looked up in the sky and saw one another, their tales played out in isolation. I would have liked to write them, but I must thank Ming Na Wen for revealing with finality what sort of horrible lopers ungodly murdering filth like Midori Goto and Robert Fripp really are, for there was a great risk once I would have gone through my life believing otherwise about them. Likewise the myth that I made an illegal promise to Reagan has helped American Law enforcement to identify the criminal deceit of the murderers in his guerilla machine who hoped to kill anyone who told the truth.
Let them step forward in court and tell us about their private machine, their Taliban.
Child raping filth claim I practice preferentialism out of touch with reality. I'm quite sure that perhaps that is possible sometimes, and I reckon that's why such an absolutist action was totality incarnate, even if my poor little mind cannot comprehend. But their hate-ist talk of inclusion here in Seattle is rape. I was honest in my dealings with Penis Fripp and his diabolicist ilk and all they did in answer was rape me. Their Black-O-Klaquists of self-congratulation in infamous libel consecrated against a screaming, crying child, screaming and screaming, weeping and weeping, a screaming, crying child, comes from the V.A. Blacks who know it all, for whom the world was always a lottery. There's just not enough they grumble.
Then come the brotherly handshakes with the mob and the KKK.
The racism allegation directed at me was actually created by Dexter King to cover up his conglomeration with the cunning of Hinckley, Reagan and Chang, the story of the bird, which killed his father, never to be shared with no deaf white suck who dared called being tortured and gassed in King Estate victim status, poison the deaf suck heart if IT wants Section 8. Like a rabid rottweiller foaming at its meat Greed Faith, Incorporated circle the box of letters written by the white pig. The rapist pewter dish Ringo Starr in cowardly mockery of what it means to be a man, slips information about Lennon in my house and then calls me a thief for opening a letter addressed to me. Cowardly, cowardly filth.
I screamed for help from torture. Help never came. Don't you understand? Raping, raping pain. Don't you understand raping pigs? Raping, raping pain, screaming and screaming and screaming. Raping, raping pigs. Maybe if Mickey Obama had read one of the books she professes to be indebted to she wouldn't need to mind rape me answering her vicious, vicious lies. If her dogteams had gone to the schools they hate and want to convert into propaganda mills, striking the set of political writings, they might be formulate thought and write for themselves outside the confines of libelous, horror, vicious dictums.
The problem with Seattle is that when the Left effectively compromised our nation's objectivity in the legal system, nazi pigs took root and established domain in our communities. By hating the truth, they empowered nazis and now they have nothing to say, but shut that fucking pressmill down. It's equally enough to nau/seate that the only time my articles at Pitt News were forcibly crashed was when I mentioned the swastika Black Man Mike Seate of Pittsburgh so-called Conservative Tribune Review.
Lewis Lapham was Sean Strub's Godfather in this nightmare. What he said about Leslie Katz and John Lennon doesn't make any sense at all, it is just a scam by criminals in New York City who think the wheel of favoritism is thrilling, that the Privileged become Celebrities and to the Celebrities those who are tortured turn for Recognition. God what lousy people. Confer, bestow and otherwise hobnob with your fucking klansman and Ku Black rottens.
There were Queers who gave themselves HIV to take me as a souvenir to hell in this ratty deal from the day it began, descending upon me blindside as a child. How dare you blame me for it when I was brutally tortured for a book dedicated to King? Those rapist pigs in Seattle used Elaine Langer as a false, moronic absolute desperately trying to invalidate my horror testimony of kidnapping and monster hate crime. No lie is too low for these lopers from some borish Leftish hell they invented for themselves in hate for all that could ever be said to matter. What Midori Goto has done with Prince is a vicious partnership of harassment that has nothing to do with anything remotely like love. Neither of them are capable of being anything but vomit bag warpos for the Syphillitic Paul McCartney.
Hinckley, Reagan and Muhammed Ali are tributes to the liaison between Oliver North and Khomeini who attempted to destroy Nicaragua. How dare you use the name Clemente to endorse them, you rotten shit? Our world was trashed by the black iron hand of Hitler when he killed JFK, Gay men at the ready in his army. Intellectually the aristocracy of Kennedy and the French Fifth Republic were indeed tempered by war, and you allowed that dirty, base slanderer Ronald Reagan, a robot fascist to call our liberal glory consumptive. The real consumptives are Colonel Klinks like Robert Fripp and Barack Obama, the quislings of the AIDS Onslaught.
Who is Greed Faith?
Greed Faith graduated from the Gibson Kelly Skool of Black-o-Honesty and Integrity. Her homewrecker klaquistry was the wonder of the AIDS Onslaught, a model student even when she was playing hookie and slapping five with the KKK at the Malcolm X Barbership. A plot written by Reagan through proxies like Justin Chang and John Hinckley was just too good to be true when defsukke walked right into her Jeannie-raping arms, but one thing the future will say about Dexter King, good old boy, he understood The Nature of Reality.
Fulminating in gargantuanism they take their heapery with the slyest of fury and gravity. Nothing Jimmy Crary did or did not do justified confederacy with the AIDS Combine, strengthening their hand and writing a cover up. The Black-O-Klukkers are dangerous zombies, but their morals are braindead. To call the raping spawn of Martin Luther King scum is a doofus understatement. They brutally torture innocent people and call it eye for an eye. It certainly is not me claiming that accusations alone are actionable, that's the Invisible Man in the Black-o-White Sheet. What paranoid perceptions may seem to exist in print of my origin are largely a result of predator actors demanding assessment as forces impinging on the persona's experience. It's hardly me masterminding a lethal whisper campaign. Ironically and coincidentally as the crowe flies the hate was incited and sponsored by a rabid foreign English. Flipp of Crimso wanted his name to rhyme with Reagan and now it does.
The Taliban whereby the AIDS victims ghoulishly were deluded as their thoughts took shape as if from Allah, convincing them sure and strong of the opposite of the truth, as they were wielded and excited by a chance to revolution no. 9 on behalf of the AIDS Combine, started like evil rumor, took shape in whisper and erupted in a nightmare beyond the horror of all Rosewoods past. In the snicker of the shades who do we find but a The Black Man. The idea that the Beatles are the voice of God which originates in the mind of Eno comes across to an intelligent person like the gesticulating chanting of someone who believes themself the Ayatollah Khomeini, yet Lewis Lapham no less is the source of this criminal embarassment to the United States and our history. What is there to say of such a teuton but that a pig wore antlers.
The story told by Clinton and Obama doesn't make sense in the way they tell it, but when you examine the falsehood necessary to hold it together, and identify their consistency, it does make sense at last, only not in the way they tell it. The only thing new about fascists calling themselves a victim of something in order to initiate blindside, unprovoked slaughter in this case is its screaming level of mindrapingness thanks/no thanks to Robert Fripp, Penis Gabriel and the motherfucking horrorshow we once knew as the Beatles.
So say, "Abdul" child and wander thusly.
The loss of my posting privileges in my website doesn't mean a frigging thing. Even having it up where scum can read it is like the putrid scene with Serpico's medal, on his chest like the spit of people he tried to save. I already permanently hate you. What's one more thing?
I nurtured love and hope, same as you. When the lapper Chase painted a poem picture of Jeannie ruthlessly showering me with the smiling contempt of a superior, sensitive man, I blessed him despite his dishonorable secret objective, for a poem like that of Jeannie should indeed live and be written, and I am indeed incapable of putting my feelings in a picture that way. It doesn't mean my love for her isn't sincere. It doesn't mean her love for me isn't greater than for Hollywood. It just means I cannot do it, I'm not talented enough, the poem is good, I celebrate that it exists.
When I wrote the Heaven and Hell Odyssies about sister planets before one became the moon, they simply were primitive places, they had no contact, they looked up in the sky and saw one another, their tales played out in isolation. I would have liked to write them, but I must thank Ming Na Wen for revealing with finality what sort of horrible lopers ungodly murdering filth like Midori Goto and Robert Fripp really are, for there was a great risk once I would have gone through my life believing otherwise about them. Likewise the myth that I made an illegal promise to Reagan has helped American Law enforcement to identify the criminal deceit of the murderers in his guerilla machine who hoped to kill anyone who told the truth.
Let them step forward in court and tell us about their private machine, their Taliban.
Child raping filth claim I practice preferentialism out of touch with reality. I'm quite sure that perhaps that is possible sometimes, and I reckon that's why such an absolutist action was totality incarnate, even if my poor little mind cannot comprehend. But their hate-ist talk of inclusion here in Seattle is rape. I was honest in my dealings with Penis Fripp and his diabolicist ilk and all they did in answer was rape me. Their Black-O-Klaquists of self-congratulation in infamous libel consecrated against a screaming, crying child, screaming and screaming, weeping and weeping, a screaming, crying child, comes from the V.A. Blacks who know it all, for whom the world was always a lottery. There's just not enough they grumble.
Then come the brotherly handshakes with the mob and the KKK.
The racism allegation directed at me was actually created by Dexter King to cover up his conglomeration with the cunning of Hinckley, Reagan and Chang, the story of the bird, which killed his father, never to be shared with no deaf white suck who dared called being tortured and gassed in King Estate victim status, poison the deaf suck heart if IT wants Section 8. Like a rabid rottweiller foaming at its meat Greed Faith, Incorporated circle the box of letters written by the white pig. The rapist pewter dish Ringo Starr in cowardly mockery of what it means to be a man, slips information about Lennon in my house and then calls me a thief for opening a letter addressed to me. Cowardly, cowardly filth.
I screamed for help from torture. Help never came. Don't you understand? Raping, raping pain. Don't you understand raping pigs? Raping, raping pain, screaming and screaming and screaming. Raping, raping pigs. Maybe if Mickey Obama had read one of the books she professes to be indebted to she wouldn't need to mind rape me answering her vicious, vicious lies. If her dogteams had gone to the schools they hate and want to convert into propaganda mills, striking the set of political writings, they might be formulate thought and write for themselves outside the confines of libelous, horror, vicious dictums.
The problem with Seattle is that when the Left effectively compromised our nation's objectivity in the legal system, nazi pigs took root and established domain in our communities. By hating the truth, they empowered nazis and now they have nothing to say, but shut that fucking pressmill down. It's equally enough to nau/seate that the only time my articles at Pitt News were forcibly crashed was when I mentioned the swastika Black Man Mike Seate of Pittsburgh so-called Conservative Tribune Review.
Lewis Lapham was Sean Strub's Godfather in this nightmare. What he said about Leslie Katz and John Lennon doesn't make any sense at all, it is just a scam by criminals in New York City who think the wheel of favoritism is thrilling, that the Privileged become Celebrities and to the Celebrities those who are tortured turn for Recognition. God what lousy people. Confer, bestow and otherwise hobnob with your fucking klansman and Ku Black rottens.
There were Queers who gave themselves HIV to take me as a souvenir to hell in this ratty deal from the day it began, descending upon me blindside as a child. How dare you blame me for it when I was brutally tortured for a book dedicated to King? Those rapist pigs in Seattle used Elaine Langer as a false, moronic absolute desperately trying to invalidate my horror testimony of kidnapping and monster hate crime. No lie is too low for these lopers from some borish Leftish hell they invented for themselves in hate for all that could ever be said to matter. What Midori Goto has done with Prince is a vicious partnership of harassment that has nothing to do with anything remotely like love. Neither of them are capable of being anything but vomit bag warpos for the Syphillitic Paul McCartney.
Hinckley, Reagan and Muhammed Ali are tributes to the liaison between Oliver North and Khomeini who attempted to destroy Nicaragua. How dare you use the name Clemente to endorse them, you rotten shit? Our world was trashed by the black iron hand of Hitler when he killed JFK, Gay men at the ready in his army. Intellectually the aristocracy of Kennedy and the French Fifth Republic were indeed tempered by war, and you allowed that dirty, base slanderer Ronald Reagan, a robot fascist to call our liberal glory consumptive. The real consumptives are Colonel Klinks like Robert Fripp and Barack Obama, the quislings of the AIDS Onslaught.