Of all the snivellingnesses Our Raping Disciplinarian, the poisonous crimson tarantula child raping Robert Fripp has unleashed on me, the attentions of a host of Chinatown beauty queens after chemically castrating is no doubt the one his englishness expects to hurts the most. What am I supposed to say to Spring on the day she finally admits to herself (dressed in crimson) he joy in our friendship is romantic?
I can't get it up.
What happened?
A foreign rapist chemically poisoned me.
Why?
Because I reported him for child mutilation serial hate crimes and the rape of my deaf best friend.
What am I supposed to face with her naive tears over the depth of our police state's criminal depravity?
There was never a time when I expected better conduct from politicians, but that the target population seeing how brazen what is being done to me would go along with surprises me. That murderers unconcerned and unaffected by AIDS could use Hitler's viciousness to have me spitting at the victims in the end is a tribute to English degradation and the cunning of Sir McCartney. Letting anyone, much less a cowardly musical termite, preach higher morality while unleashing such an attack on our public health situation is an unprovoked act of war. The amazing thing is that 40 years into raping us the foreign raping pig (seeing spoils coming) has belched up a full head of crime plans, pigs and all. Really police ... were ... Gail Burstyn so the an English working with them is telltale. Proof of the Great Backstab comes not in cooperating with authorities per se but in knowingly cooperiating with the ones behind the onslaught. Let the legendary wheedle priss his qweeing about policies that circumvent all but his viprous wormtongue at Reagan's holy ear.
The only man worthy of respect is one who never took Fripp seriously in the first place: my father, whose killers the murderer liberated and whose line was ended by his verminness, the backbite of Bath.
I would have liked to think better of Seattle, Washington. I'm sorry that Aaron Dixon lacked the wisdom and courage to show pity, instead of inflating his charges and lying about what happened like the horrible feed me flower in little shop of horrors. It speaks badly of our future that blacks are going down the road of dishonesty, and hostage-taking, war-gaming from the shadows. There is no transparency in African America. In pleading for pity they projected guilt where there was terrible trauma, perhaps showing their klan colors? It's a crying shame. Dixon and Fripp are manifestation of Africa's true avenging penis, not Obama the puppet of President Ring Ring Starr but Youssou N'dour, the most notorious and redundant syphillitic since Al Capone. N'Dour was more interested in personal aggrandizement thrrough inflated weird ideology than public safety by miles. Pittsburgh black culture's safety and dignity certainly meant less than nothing to him. He has saddled them with an infamy they will never dare report but which will haaunt them forever.
It wasn't just homelessness that washed me up on the shores of Seattle. I was being tortured in neurotrauma by hypnosis in serial brutalities. The murdering pigs of Amnesty International are to blame for it and they want credit. That evil person Peter Gabriel is not a hero. You can't purge him by poisoning me.