Redball

[AmericanPig]

The murderers won’t let me stop writing. Defending their crime by offensive the murderers ran a private investigation tactic as an act of war. It translates into the homophone: Share ill Levin. The linebackers tagteam and regroup after every evidence of their slime has been entered into record.

Pitt welched on their deal with my father. They hid the papers, crocodile fingers style, showing I am entitled to tuition remission. They made a mockery of civil processes when they thought they had an accusation. They didn’t advise me of my rights or offer me safeguards as an employee. They never suggested counseling. When they lied to lead me into an arrest trap they hooted that asking to be read my rights was resisting arrest. It was a torture the provincial laugh-in. Their goal was to make off with the Green Party murder of my father.

In 1923 under cover of a big Tokyo earthquake the independent thinker Osugi Sakei was murdered. Although the attackers cruelly intone they were just scaring, fucking with, Creary during AIDS, savagely ravaging me and subjecting me to permanent injuries, claiming to be saving me from hell, we know from the mouth poison and covid bomb, as well as old evidence and testimony, they were lying all along. Yoko Ono had in mind by the strangely pronounced ear doctor at the time of Saoirse elimination as a puppet act of Lennon Theater who was unable to diagnose the endless noise in my ear from the bone loss of the mouth poison that Yoko Ono has in mind Kurosawa’s image of the damned clutching their heads as they waddle around a pit of brimstone. With the patience of the Ronin she and her cult came for our grannies in the end.

Donald J. Trump is the Fudge-the-Deal man. Just like those immigrants he can’t stand the sight of he must look at those creepy cardboard representation of fans and say, I don’t know who they are, I don’t know who they are. But he knew Geffen, Obama and N’dour all along, even if he play he donohue Nyguna Kabugi was with Ford at my father’s tombstone.

Pitt, Trump and Fripp figure if I ever get out of the COVLD have saved John Lennon FORVM then I’m a bigger Houdini than the friendly ghost.

The linebackers remind that more mouth poison or allergenics COVLD be on the bag of potatoes and onions that the office bouncer who so scorned my unusable dryer where they are temp stored could be in wait to lock up the target and victim for UW. More abuse and weird injury is only a special effects radar away. The linebackers come from an Israeli Secret Service I crossed paths with from MIT called Environmental Economics. The idea is Dan Rather who unsaid his first impression by announcing that the shot that killed Kennedy COVLD have come from the front. Do we dare take that chance? The President COVLD be killed so he is to blame.

They put poison in the environment to cover their own negligence and then say it is to prove they would never do that and then they blame the victim. Just because you are paranoid, wrote Gail Burstyn, doesn’t mean they are not out to get you, for time and a half.

It is a form of thought known as Dialectical UW-ism. They announce for Hitler’s revenge by saying America owes the Black Man and the Indians. At the time of his election Obama, eager to get ahead, spurned 1. Research into the Guttersnipes (who he consulted instead). 2. Honesty about Andrea Swimmer who he abetted in high crime. 3. Switching to mass transit, bailing out the thieving auto-barons instead. 4. Allowing me to speak with Ms. Goto, this last of which was his most driving obsession, visible in his face as he glowered alone on the walk to being sworn in. He preferred to making good on Pitt’s obligations to my father speaking instead to the woman in the semi-detached house at 1717 Mur**** Street who tore up the court ordered payment to my father for the Gran Torino.

The killers are invading by a license of Holy War lies. JB, the black man guttersniping court papers as a slipperoo is indexed to Joe Biden’s PR for the Brooks lockout from the church. The private investigation as an act of war came from a gang scornfully talked in public about cutting off people’s water if crossed or brutally deafening the son of a humanist they disapproved of, making up for grouches about blacks being too ambitious by helping them slaughter a sacrificial white. Dialectical UW-ism is also known as psychosophia (love of psychos). They have a cunning contempt for pluralism they liken to polygamy and like extremist Muslims divorcing over rape they spurn, insult and violate a victim of child mutilation by calling be trafficked as a child kinship bonds,demanding the creature they rendered neurobedient by traumatic spotlight prove itself by self-poisoning or else. Despite claiming careful control over the menu of ingredients they leer that the victim COVLD have gotten someone else sick.

When the letters came the postman with a rubber on his thumb chided me for calling it one, as Wattenmaker had schooled me. Mother freaked out when I used the new word he had taught me saying Laura was a homosexual, but didn’t call the Wattenmakers to complain as Cuppy’s parents called us when I told him it never hailed on Mondays. Mother could see he had gotten me to go outside by the way I walked, but didn’t notice when I took to hiding in the towel closet and gnawing my nails bloody? Didn’t get suspicious but only screamed when I managed an odd hours call from a phone booth where I was kidnapped out of state? The whole Province and Bell Labs were watching me file the letters away with the antique napkins.

Old Colucci had a 45 in his closet that he never circulated because like the 45 of the woman with a red balloon on half page spreads in old LIFE magazines the apple of his eye had ended his career.