Prison Happy Enemies
When Bush introduced Black Power to the United States Executive one of his objectives was to create a criminal authority that would ignor the decencies that America has traditionally stood for; and with Black Power in the Executive would come a curtail of rights, the murder of poets and the cowardly, hypocritical hate crimes that people like Aaron Dixon so clearly typify, stripping people of their dignity and then standing over his victim ghoulishly, having so treacherously profited from Bush’s horror attacks on a child and devious crimes directed at the mind (something South Africa considered doing to Mandela and decided was even too low for them) drooling that his hand holds tomorrow’s supper and the apartment had better be open to mandatory occupation by his street troopers.
UW or UDub was always known to have been the author of the AIDS Scroll. Lew Karl used to leer, “You DUB at me, as though calling me “a dumb” back in 1971. In the upstairs room near 336 the number signifying the home of Gail Burstyn, someone scribbled in the Men’s Room, “I believe in Sherlock Holmes.” The whole idea of the riddle of the Sphinx in the murder of Ryland Crary, and the pre-occupation of the agency who then took mother into custody as a metaphor for Hitler’s rescue and salvation of the Motherland, John Lugerello, with Sherlock Holmes follows the same deviancy of the psychopathic school smashing foreign invader Pink/Crimson/Gabriel, et al. The idea that they are on the trail of Satan due to abortion after murdering JFK and releasing the AIDS virus for HitlerReagan.
Very few hate crimes in human history have ever been so ugly, nothing the Soviet Union did was dismemberment of Solzhenitsyn, which is the real reason James Crary was an innocent child, it is completely beyond the conceptioning of a child that a mutilator would be from the power structure intend to enslave poetry for curiousity speculating for the very sick and evil. It isn’t that Leonard Pitts and Peltier aren’t in a position to cream with relish and glare with hostility that they control the shoelace of twine that Queerball pines for in create a piece of art, but that they shouldn’t be and wouldn’t be if they weren’t determined to collude in depradating on the brain trauma inflicted by Bush in a fit of youthful criminal insanity towards Ry Crary’s boy.
The final demoralization of an American citizen by the rabid of our society is how music was used by Hitler.
Robert Fripp’s ego fixxe is a concept of reality that comes from Hitler, so much so that in fear for my life’s work I have to eat improperly at home and isolate myself smuggling my notebooks to my nephew in the hopes of having them protected from Hitler’s forces, many of them demented, immoral, hostile, gloating and Black. It isn’t that the reality of Hitler’s escape and relevance is lost on Black America, but they are still too much admiring of their status in the profits to comment. Association with Robert Fripp is a fatal tragedy. When I told him that he should investigate me for date rape in order to get the truth he instead used it to frame me and rape my girlfriend. When I offered to write a little book about his band, he used it to declare Secret Service demand for lifelong slave labors. These evil crimes will no doubt be found out somehow someday. He construed my love for his art as an offer to serve
Hitler faithfully as a slave and continues to enforce it on those terms, I might add by the way. King Crimson Discipline came out shortly after Lennon got his, so you know what I think. Music is a very difficult thing to keep merriment away from the gruesome in, which is not only one reason why Hitler was able to rebound through screwball psychopaths like Roger Waters and Penis Gabriel, but also why I had doubts that the Heaven and Hell Odyssey, about a musical society, could be told programmatically. It would take among other things a very expensive Steinway with the lower end on the right and the high end on the left, a backward piano. Doing such a thing electronically would defeat the purpose.
The Heaven and Hell Odyssey no doubt conceptually should add an attempt to piece together what happened on the sister planet when they find the last still pool of the fountain of reflection in the rush of Tillethra in which only bleary images can still be obtained.
The morbid Hitlers of the Seattle wasteland, the type to crucify a victim of torture for writing PITT NEWS in the dust of a bus, claim that they really, really and truly believe, man, that the trauma and horror visited on little Jimmy plays out even more horribly in the angry womb of every abortion, really and truly feel feeeel for that, man, or so they say.
For me, however, Hitler as Simon Bar Sensitive, is a little bit hard to take.