I NEVER METAMORPHOSIS I DIDN’T LIKE…

When I heard that old man Chaney finally did give up the ghost that, according to Dante, he many have been all along, as a demon who walked the Erath, I was hearted to think that had he seen the Orcus God and his boatman arrive so very close that it as a jarring fantasias to he and his horrid fat little war loving daughter and that in fact, no matter how much blood you gulp as a good vampire, eventually that Pluto came looking indeed for him. As ma warned me of men like he, and his life of sending other men’s sons into a neat grinder had indeed bought him nothing but the modest between kicking those men to be killed and wondered in his chicken hawks Iliad, which turned into an inferno soon enough. Burn in hell, old man Chaney, I thought as perpetual Greek boy scumbag Stuffingeleveloeps didn’t learn anything and spoke so shiningly of him, as did the doge faced women of new Amsterdam viziers, which I have heard on the roman street didn’t go over well with the proletariat that he and they all after all had seen as nothing bit cannon fodder and human carrion for the vultures in their war adoring Cumae that their world as all along. 

As what is a love of war, or even abortion, but the grossest fear of death and by death mentioning not being able to count ones lusher. As I have heard that with I  added simpatico that doesn’t become her, the fatso, glasses wearing hag daughter Cheney did indeed go off to tell rancid patrician finger-painted George w about her father’s coming demise, which may or may not have had an effect, but which didn’t assuage  him from showing up at Texas atrium without Portfolio, i.e. victories,  to toss coin ironically, that may or may not have been used to garner Chiron to ferry the fat bloated man across the river that shines too close for comfort to the television cities of the elites and the war quest oars after all. 

Gouge W, who indeed was noticed as a taller man than Gore, by the by, still net to the Cowboys hinterlands and with the advising of a star struck Jerry Jones who loess games by three without his greatest player, they proceeded as much of the year to lose again, but close enough for the dying old man, IADS and horseshoes of flying packages leaving crap to stain the clouds. He, the last prince, and who was sure to make sure that both men who had a Gracchian hope for reconstructing the empire lest it snap in half, both men had to who got to the White house over the corpses  of Bush boys had to pay for that with being the first men impeached, but they were sure as shooting, that family a lover of CBS westerners, to make sure that the clowns of mars all thought they did it over Hillary whose love at the MSNBC coven wasn’t stately that devotedly that she could actually beat the sissy boy back bencher who came swivel hipped all that time ago, and whose own museum has run out of imperial coin enough to finish its ugly monstrous facade, as it was preverbal ways mothers jungle fever dream need to make certain that sonny boy buried as she wished, at Stonehenge, as a requiem only a mother could love. 

An attempt by me in this dower age of Karen's with Larry king glasses and homicidal sissy boy, GIRL armed twerps with knives, to return to the age of Mad when I was a kid, and frankly no one really believed a word said by the then gummadis of empire, like the larded horrid Gummadi Pilosi. And due to her being a good house wop, she made certain that she was, with all the Bush acolytes around, to be the face of corruption, like a good titled wopsketteer, and was dutiful as my father warned me to be a house dago and be as dumb and as corrupt as she needed to be to hang around the marble tables. Well, I have seen again an amateur at work in New York, and the smarmy little punk who let his MASK OF RED DEATH SLIP OFF FAR TOO EARLY FOR ANYONE WHO KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, AS THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ANYTHING THAT HAS EVER BAITED A MACHIAVELLIAN AS MUCH AS A SUCKER WHO STEPPED ON HIS OWN entering, which should be laughing or at least not so heinousness devoted. So, as he with an amazing lack of grace which can only come from a colored in a private schoolyard he is let in merely over pops accrued cash. Well, Angel Martin, I will indeed mentioned the name Cuomo as the red brigadier tells us all not, no I will mention that vowel ending name, whether George Will paid for you not to or didn't, as I await not just silly Angel to be there the day that cops are killed or a building comes down, and the friends in medieval drag amazingly disappear, but I await that first great time that the virtues and time and space and the fate of frozen winds comes calling for our Indian red, as I await the first test of his alleged manhood, a Snowmegeddon to make the misreading swells bitch about getting their crown vics out of the drifts of destiny and empire. You can pray five, ten, TWENTY times a day, all in the windows and with the affectation of a middle ages priest, marionette, but when the fates of the woods come a calling, well, they'll, and signora fortuna will take the measure of the con man well. It is ironic that as the radical chic cocker spaniel takes the emerald city, the collected rhinos of MSNBC are told to vacate the armamentarium, which serves them all right, as these over fed white hags seem more devoted to Disneyland than to Basile anyway. JIMMY! {he now, true to a cons man creed wants a daddy caliber windfall for hos Porch loans, a wise career move, before his incompetence and sleepiness becomes too openly a given.}.

As I was sleeping during the afternoon, tired as ever been, my brother was watching an unkempt, unshaven, burly soothsayer named Bannon, a navy man who was meant to go to jail for things not as bad done by the party apparatus who finds comeuppance usually in the cracked sidewalks of the Appian way, as I have said before. The man announced the self-serving Bushies of the station that the network, of not even Paddy Chayefsky and not of Laura Petrie, but eleven of Jeanie and of rowan and martin could much take anymore, have diced to as he said, Turf them out of the war tower which I’m sure the war hacks thought they would always find a ledge on which to perches. 

But, they have found out now with Zombie shows on television, without the artistry of Tom Savini, who I met in arts school and who admired my own more Dore than Johnny Craig ec monstrosities, the gaggle of colored woman gone recalled by titian haired housefraus must now find its preachers and its surveillance at a street level dump, a closet on the once vaunted upper 42 street tin pan alley, at a automat where Buzz feed was, perhaps like Rori Gilmore reeling against what happened along the way. As I came into the room after the sun had already gone down, earlier than ever it seemed, he told me of the trial of Pauline , our Rachel and how now, the heft and the gravity of reading out of Clausewitz out of Toscanini’s tower was now over and done with, and dearie Bess Meyerosn, Ozempic faced cat on a hard marble roof, MacKane apparatchik has to find a new placed to again as always, sell GE DISHWASHERS, ala Charles Nelson Reilly selling washers, AS THEY HAVE ALAS divested of the men of the people. The Romans said of the liberals of the senate, they are all here to wash the floors always. The Super train does not stop here anymore. 

I don’t know how to go onwards and make a truer connection with a girl from my past, a pretty bargaining starlet type whose penthouse pictures I once bought, as I recalled the essay I wrote in Ovidan magic realism, yes it is Italian of an art form, sorry Conquistadores, and white women, on how Chaney came to me as a dark eminence last Christmas as a lover of death and a priest of the dying and how he is now dead as a doornail, a Scrooge who in fact never got to the saturnalia joy no one but George Scoot showed well. Of course, of I wanted to deal with the caterwauling of an Italian girl, I would listen more to my unmarried sister, who as I warned her became wither too fat or too sarcastic, or both not to be left alone. See, merry daughter of fake Windsor Chaney with that horrid Learish touchline name of Liz, she wishes to make this requiem for poppa dearest into something close to the Canterbury tales, a state Tales worthy of Cosimo Medici or Joe Bananas, whatever, and she is stampeding it says here to make a requiem as never seen before to the chief of staff who couldn’t defeat Jimmy Carter, a one term peanuts framer whose halo glares so much now, no one dares recall Burt Lance. It is a celebration of murder with bloody flags, a funereal for a Hannibal, though of who is playing that Saturday in which CBS likes to program its cantors of imperial life, as George Will ask, smeared with paint as opposed to blood, are the Cowboys on…? And after all what he has always feared more than anything, as Gore would say, was a knife in the dark, all along. 

OVID AND THE END OF REPUBLICS. 

In our horrid war tragedy, a lesbian reading out of Clausewitz mixed with the yellowed pages of old EC comics books more sentimental than pulps should be, the Roman goddess, my mother’s queen of heaven, a Virgin Mary with garters and bows and silk and stockings and bustier, our beloved italic saint, Signora Fortuna appears and smiles her Wendy Smile that shines at us all. Poor scavenger Roman Bill, still on the percipience of the Styx, he still tried to evade the tax man and the truant officer and the headmaster and the mother superiors and wives and hags and chicks who he has hated with his love of bookies and bows and stragglers and all, a hateful amid the hateful women of his wife’s Saffic charms and their Dworkin needs of mastery, oh how gleeful I become, yogh Beamish day, oh glory be and kapoks in mod lettering on the batman silk wreak bloodied up. 

Though using chill subs, a broker for works and essays as the big shots of letters are crumbling to the ground, =the devil eventually wears Burlap- I still get sometimes bitchy emails about sending the wrong thing, or the wrong sort of thing, to the middlebrows, Gore’s Perfect word, to sanctimonious hacks sn hags who think they are Bennett Cerf the Moment  they signed up for a Medium account. And though one thought I had perhaps sent a wrong thing to a wrong place, as I am want to do, they had to, on the level of hell they are, to swipe at me that I pedals these papers sent to ,as sometimes get, impress these “literary “magazines at the speed of light. I almost wrote back, as am tired of always hailing to define and defend myself to the overfed imperial pigs quoting Homer at the vomitorium, I almost said, sweetheart, you try designing on the fly between how many things you overfed white chicks wrote that dared have “Venus” is the title. And mostly if I wanted to impress you maybe more lower brow sorts than not, and New Yorker wannbes, the last person I would have known since middle school, the last person I’d write like is Gore Vidal. They were so upset that I had broken some magic boundary, the dared to hurl dastardly after the self-appointed dotcom, but alas, I recall when did impress many, how every work was in Courier New and some I knew sent out works wherever they could get the postage. There are always the moment of Revitrovi, but te well-wishing radical gals and even my own relatives have told me there is nothing now that serves illustrations by Gustave Dore. There is always that moment when like Brutis trussing around in Freemans cloaks and daggers, hat in the ring, there is that moment where the liar realizes that f the New Yorker , Niccolò was righter than not, and the prissy little sissy boy who fared tariffs more than he even feared going to that perpetual; front he gave new Sparta,  that Charlie Kirk , gone but at least he’s still with Jimmy the K at hands reached, was indeed more William F Buckley WITH HIS SAD RETORTS.

Well, Mona Lisa and mad hatters, sons of bankers and Oz is reduced back to its file cabinet. This despite that link that said like 10 places that were open to submitting’s before the end of November still onrushed, so happy Saturnalia to you all from New Carthage, as an attempt at 12 Caesars hated then, that brings nothing but true admiration and a shipload of trouble, anyway. But then unlike George will whose persona made the Trojan horse have to now cross-town bus at Buzzed closets, as Rory Gilmore is your Beatrice, I can say with pride, I adooooorrrrred Joooolian. 

 

#WITCHTOBER 25 OR THE PLEBIAN WATCHES.

 

“STAR OF THE CIRCUS.“

But then, when Jimmie Kimmel is your perfect Virgil, you get what you deserve. make sure your Caesars from Wall street eat what the foot soldiers eat, at least for show. Jesus Christ isn’t my lord and savior, easily when I’m Blotto Blutarsky on ABC, as that doesn’t end well. When I was a kid, I WANTED TO BE a lot of things, from like Orson Welles, CC Beck, Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, Dante even Ovid, and Paddy Chayefsky, but even I never wanted to become Lee Grant. Ask Lorne Michaels, if he even remembers anymore.

 

"CHEERLEADER RED”

Next time you find a champion of your satanic dreams masquerading as politics try to find a bloated pig who didn’t spend all his arguments on doing black face, saying Ni88ers as a joke, wasn’t it all once…?, or wagging his tongue at girls asses at observation decks. When the overweight witches and unmarried hags are fibbing séances at police stations as blacks scream for them to shut up, don’t mention your lord and savior Christ, Jumbo, cause you look like a whore in a chapel, as the italics grandmothers would say. 

"CHEERLEADER BLUE"

 its best to not call everyone else a racist, I figure, as there are still pictures of you as Jolson. Hey, fatso, you did black face, hey just like fellow employee of the month Uncle Remus, so can the vault not beckoned more. We miss you Wally Wood. As the priests taught me make sure that sanctimony doesn’t become your suicide note. I would have thought that dago bag men who’d trash Megan Fox were interchanged and a dime a dozen, Just like Disney once thought, too. ITS NOW COMING APPARENT THAT THE DEMOCRATS ARE SO BESPOTTED, HARD LUCK, THAT THEY FOUND THE ONE MARINE IN Maine who had a SS tatoo, making Bernie Sanders eat it as he is meant to since Marcus Agrippa. Zippidee doo dahhhh,…

 

“FLOWERS”

As My ,pther said of Hillary, or Regina della Stragas, LIKE Potter Stwert she jnew thenm when she saw them bubbling and troubling.  the nest time you demand devotion, gun, start with your husband. art with your husband, cause you’ll be amazed how much worse the people willing to give it you have been. AS THE ITALIANS SAID, a sanctimonious idiot is the worse sort of idiot of them all, cause I wasn’t the one screaming about racism with pictures still available of me as Jolson. 

“PUMPKINS”

What always bothered me about Hillary Clinton, queen of witches, was actually her leash, and how shed accept the lowest form of accolade, being admired by your enemies when they thought they needed to. I never thought hubby would be so venial, but who knows what meaningless, by now,  FBI file she holds over him and no one else. As it is disconcerting to have to have A BIGGER CHECK PORCINE thug Jimmy Kimmel on ones side, as one must avoid anyone with a road to Damascus’s that has a drive through at the Wendy’s. 

 

“MAIL GIRL” 
But the true pinch line, and I recall when @jimmumimmels very byname or his dumb wop family members were a Meathead acceptable punch line, like shtick it is Roman at its core, was that television was NOT  done with the crying, blabbering jackass house wop Jimbo, who is either crying, staging or vicious, and can somehow call others racists as he like every wop at a bigger check did black face. it appears that TV land is hemorrhaging women and female viewers as never before. 

  

 "CHEF."

I know this shedding of woman by the cyclops, or Minos or whoever monsters this has become, as an elder sister has had enough TV, which would have dumbstruck my father who told me once not to watch so much televisions and its made you stupid and did I want to end up as cockeyed as my unmarketable sis…? And now even cowboy games are ignored, in the ted plains. But Paramount is now bringing back Leah Remini Like the Italian Juliette, Patricia Heaton, and mostly tow hours of Valerie Bertinelli, a boyhood Beatrice, and Lauren Graham, as they were despite for any women to ckem back to the showboat, as the nuns told me all thought which is counter intuitive is correct, and they fill of the rest of the day with four episodes pf Dick Van Dyke, whose Laura herself, is in the unfettered public domain. LETS ALL GO DOWN TO THE SHOWBOAT, ISN'T Ava in that...? 

“EARRINGS.”


They wish to place a 20,000 dollar bounty for anyone willing to kill anyone who kills a cop, well, before I killed anyone, Id make sure that the cashiers check was drawn and held at a third party bank., cause I aint taking no Jewish IOUS from Soros, cause I juSt know hell be making sure that its all caught up in loopholes. But then, I am an Italian, and no Italian worth his salt ever thought a killer was anything other than a venial criminal, a full of shit ‘revolutionary‘, no coins with Brutus face on them for me, or worst of all, a laughed at clown in a bloody circus on cable television.

“MASQUE”

@jimmyKimmel has lost, seen as watched Banion out the corner of my eye, 71 percent of his audience, already not ben hur to begin with. I am always glad to see a clever than not wop go down the drains as the wa[ps spere gievs buzz away as it happens to most of them.

"WAITRESS."

 

Finding the spec script I did for a reunion of #Gilmoregirls, I think I might take it and make it into one of the novels that they bet you can't wright in 30 days. It was my admiration for Lauren Graham that made me bother at all, as she is a siren who made me dare to actually watch Colbert, as my brother noticed that CBS showed its power and glory.  Not so much breakfast but a late supper at the local Audi's and not Tiffany's. When I went to catch Elsbeth it had already been on for a half hour, as a final f you to our smirking Petronius, AS WE HAVE JUST LEARNED THAT 60,000 human beings will be shed at amazon, and another 200 at mount Purgatorio, which means a happy Saturnalia, or Baconanalia for that matter, from your friends at Paramount. 

@lateshowwithstevencolbert.

 

 

“GLOVES”
I missed the first midnight Gilmores, as watched with glee another interchangeable team in the NFL named for cats, beat heroically and dramatically, nothing that they have tried to outlaw in that league, over the now almost Patriot hated Kansas city Faggits, as that bloom is off the cherry blossoms. But it was great watching the somehow unperturbing to the noble savages, let's all do the tomahawk chop when ABC says its okay, as mister Cosell he’s gone.   

 

 

"SPELL."  

 

Ah finally, we see the convergence of parallel lines as il Duce called it, with a over dramatic sort of dago brilliance, as now, the rhino Trojan horse, as we we will see what happens when the war party machine and its armimentarium at Rockefeller center, has its Comey chorus going one way, and the lebsos under vestal @rachelmaddow go back to the woods and the wolves from which they came. Now does Hillary recall it was Efrem Zimbalist over here to scuttle-butted her battleship and or smyte her ass….is Bismarck a herring…? And not to lose the irony, received an acceptance on October 12th of a Tennessee Willaims like ekphrastic poem about the ruins of Tuscan Veii, as I said in mid Bill and Monica as Ovidian tragic love, some of us will never be acceptable wops, like it or not. Bill Clinton didn't live this long to become a god damn viking or a conquistador, as he has a history as I can vouch for showing up at the sons of Italay that AOC never will. 

 

 

“GOTH”. 
I saw where Capote once said he never got a rejection letter until he was past 50, and sent the dreaded new yorker who again plays a part in A town called passion, sent in la cote basque, and the friends and phoneys there then refused it, causing even enemy Gore to say, that middle brow rag was the police gazette without the warmth. This was my own Music of chameleon's, as I have said, which it even being sent to some two bit crime publisher bothered them in recently, maybe implying an italian school boy with Lorelei, or Loretta, was able to be working at a new yorker called Knickerbocker. Serial killer was so beneath them and passe, funny now, as like Netflix is using, like, three not to go bankrupt.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ajw8MM4 

 

 

“AMULET.” 

Anything that happens to the party of New York slime and jewish and fat chick war company cheerleaders and water carriers that was too good for Mario Cuomo but not too good to see a someone like Joe Biden and not pass by, is fine by Roman me. 

TEA. 

AGAIN WITH A STAGE ELIXIR OF SPITE FROM THE GLADIATORIAL LEAGUE, barreled cheated. Dimwit. Gaius rotten Rozell, Godell, genuflect when you say that pal, is planing dissented of anti Katy Perry, accepted Betty Taylor Swift in as the pencilsed half time circus at the coliseum , hinted of her, putting in a spick transvestite, sorry Bush family, but the Romans again were a millimeter from the spot. He is already telling is that we must learn Spanish in four months to hear his warbling, negro stolen, music’s, and I thought, why is that never brought up that what he forbears aside to the Apaches. They have like aoc until lately ignored some Italian histories month I’d eh-sew as Scorsese didn’t, the evil eye is taking its toll. New Jersey is unraveling you say, Dan, back after these words that the democrats still havent paid Payly fer. And why would the gladiator prince bring the wops up…to have Gino Marquetti noticed …? 

“ELEMENTALS.” 

Why does this acceptance matter, besides the resume, funny but the sanctimonious houses of stolen merch are not above inside jobs amid the preening, Clinton-ism forever, it is that when i was a boy, my father , unprodded by me, bought me a copy of Tennessee Williams Small Craft warnings, which were pilloried by the kelly girls and daffodils who wrote for the rags of new Amsterdam then, and like the mentioned by the great new Columbo Elzbeth, Merrily we roll along it is now safe to admire geniuses in the land where the ink stained acres of the rotten apple circus, is now seen as a master work of poetic drama ass seen in Tuscan free verses. The Romans were the actors who lost the Greek masks as even Tacitus knew to always show up at the plays in which the ingenue was played by the prettiest dancing girls of the Roman west end. 

 

“HANDS”

ah Niccolo's frozen moment of realization, when the dumb wops thinks something is wrong, but their vacant eyes just cant figure out what. I spent the year watching a shitload of #gilmoregirls, and bug out when the delightful aging beatrice Lauren, with the piltdown man, whose lack of chemistry and toupee reminds me of a color of verdant masculinity i call Lorne Green. But the high point of the week was hearing that a self righteous pet food slop called Fresspet may be killing off dogs. 

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/10/23/fashion/francis-ford-coppola-watch-auction.html

“ASTRONAUT”

As last night on a Dick van dyke show my other sister likes to watch, guess who was on but Sheldon Leonard, doing a wop act that let this jewsh macher have a career and a mask he could use to exert television power that even the j3ws didn't have. So, as the wops of a bigger check falter and try to play their mafioso games, do know the people have gone away from your acts and traveling gypsy shows, returning the favor miser Shakespeare, go ask to whom you can now sell your light beer and campbells soup and pepsodent, after all. Even Gypsies and Italians and @Billclinton know never to spit at the audience, as no Bushian anti faciste when fatso was the Prince, eh…?, as nothing is less conducive to a life in the theater than spite. 

 

“PAINTER”

As i ask every fall and every Columbus day the collected bribe takers pf the curia and too good to march in anymore, do the Etruscans ever count to the sanctimonius politicos of murder llc as they have made the party once too good for Mario Cuomo,, and do they wonder at times why new Jersey is slipping away.

“WARRIOR” 

I don't drink rum punch. AS @JIMMYKIMMEL, @GEORGEWILL AND @billclinton MUST KNOW BY NOW, never change Trojan horses in mid stream. I augured that before too long the residue and ruins of the Clinton battalion would sadly gather to cross 5th avenue and the geriastic fetuses replacements just did. Sad that bill Clinton's youth of Tarzan and mad and Patty Farinelli led him to this beleaguered spot, on the wrong side against the Romans in Mudville, and with the girlie armed sissy's beaten by the over fed, mannish, hags. I saw on a cartoon website that the electric cardboard cartoon was told to knock it off, once got somebody killed, but, more importantly 2000 more wage slaves, not in middle management or CEOS, will be shed at purgatory hill, so a happy Saturnalia begins from your friends at the Cyclops.

 

 

“BLACK.”

I will always know who hated Columbus and Machiavelli first, girls at the high collared magazine. I don't cry or apologize to stay an elite at the cafeteria. 

SHAMAN.

I hate halloween, as though as i have pointed out, and gotten flack for saying there is no real Germanic Samenheim or whatever as Odin and Thor are merely comics books or a reason for child killing in the perpetual woods my father said was this wasteland was, as he hated Norman Lear for telling us how to vote from the cleansed altar of where some Jewish macher put on Gilligan's island like it was an epic of paramount importance. 

“Stewardess.” 

So I Hate halloween, it based on a pre Roman italic festival, aren't they all…?, but the death of things is always beats virgilianly hinted at and when it becomes so apparent and camp, so Romero, well, it could only mean there the war loving dream courts having given up any hope of ever winning anything again. 

On a Halloween festival show on some channel pretending to know history, the kind that nourishes its reputation by giving whole days of programming to William Shatner stripped episodes about how the world may end in 2012 space archaeologists may say, although that is never held against the noble savages ever not once, as like jews they wrongness always comes from some doomed and blind god somewhere. 

 

“DRESS.” 

On this show the history of Halloween as much as anything a history of the mm mars company, maybe it was the food that made America or something like that, ki saw film genius brilliant filmmaker John Carpenter whose Halloween came out when i was a still Jesuit pre laws schoolboy, and Donald Pleasance was fresh from Columbo, I recall entering a contest of his, or where he was a big wheel there, and i posted Roman Mythology, and did get a nice response from him then, around 2008 or so. He was to me a genius science Starman, and he was impressed, story of my life, never get a dinner, in that my kiler, like his was no EC monstrosity, speaking of Shatner, and mine went one better in that he was a wop in a brooks brothers suit, with a indigo tie, and a .38, as i am nothing of not subtle.But sine he killed not cheerleaders and girls and since he spat on the graves of other bankers at the time, well, i still get upsettedness when dare send out the original with the stuttering Claudius. 

 

"DINER."

On a Halloween festival show on some channel pretending to know history, the kind that nourishes its reputation by giving whole days of programming to William Shatner stripped episodes about how the world may end in 2012 space archaeologists may say, although that is never held against the noble savages ever not once, as like Jews they wrongness always comes from some doomed and blind god somewhere. 

 

 

 

THE GIFT.  

On this show the history of Halloween as much as anything a history of the mm mars company, maybe it was the food that made America or something like that, ki saw film genius brilliant filmmaker John Carpenter whose Halloween came out when i was a still Jesuit pre law schoolboy, and Donald Pleasance was fresh from Columbo, I recall entering a contest of his, or where he was a big wheel there, and i posted Roman Mythology, and did get a nice response from him then, around 2008 or so. He was to me a genius science Star-man, and he was impressed, story of my life, never get a dinner, in that my kiler, like his was no EC monstrosity, speaking of Shatner, and mine went one better in that he was a wop in a brooks brothers suit, with a indigo tie, and a .38, as i am nothing of not subtle.But sine he killed not cheerleaders and girls and since he spat on the graves of other bankers at the time, well, i still get upsettedness when dare send out the original with the stuttering Claudius. 

 

 

 

 

"HEALER." 

Now on Halloween itself, I must ask, why did I spend the month of October in our hard sell falls less year drawing penthouse pets found in internet archive girls of penthouse and old playboys collated there, as witches or pin ups or the vestals that where both…? Well, it was a spite from me and my tired eyes of their lesbian circus saturnalia, their perpetual Halloween as bizzaro Obams showed themselves as usual willing to kill a higher level of victims than they are sued to in the hoods.

 

 

 

“RUIN.” 
 I did spend a lot of the year wasting, well, mostly at night, the Gilmore Girls, finding its Venus Beatrice, no not the daughter but the mother, Lauren, the only person in this strangest meld of Oh Calcutta meets the Inferno THE ONLY REASON ID WATCH. I didn’t stay around, can’t watch this pastoral poems to new England and sociopaths, and as first time, the smiling blond sissy boy beloved by Rory, a Newspaper Kane, ah nostalgia, made me wince at the womanish drag this sadness became, and so I did the artists challenge that I don’t usually do, ending up with 41 sketehs and drawn woman, the kind bill Clinton likes, sorry coven, Shady Groves will never be your blaring witch project. So, do men with roman titles, starve the people as you hang onto power, tell the plebes no free bread for you, from the Jewish lifer senator prince, no less, as this is the way police race away and the Appian way burns, but what do I know. And best part of the moth that began as a cartography of the end of sniggering then crying then devoted to the newest lie Sicilian clown on a bigger check, Jimmy Kimmel, as somehow became Gore vidal after a life as Blotto BlutaRski, see it was satire of pigs when he waged his tongue at girls unaware asses, as he takes off the edge of the earth,where the dragons keep their lairs, then too did all the wops start crashing then splattering like colostomy bags against the Roman concrete. And great Move to the biddy eyed Jewish clerks of Biden, you managed to put under surveillance the senators, that’s senators, who happen to be the biggest loud mouths in the senate for crimes against the act of making Bill Clinton first lady. So, kill whoever you want, ladies, but as ma would say make sure mud, or worse, gets on Bill Clinton s Gucci shoes. Though I am sure he had nothing to do with it, as it was absolutely the wronged un- Machiavellian move. All the rivulets of hell lead to Kennebunkport. And Francis ford Coppola speaks of being fire sales into a poverty he derives, with left only plebeian watches, which MADE me think of Fred Flintstone, also hated by my pop, with a sundial on his wrist, shewing less a Francisco Giucciardini when it came to history,  as he was to Hanna Barbara. 

 

“CAMILLA.[ PRINCESS.]”

Then, having seen Halloween turn from a bright day, almost on cue, into a dark and stormy night, my brother brought us some late afternoon candy, but it was heavy on the peanut butter, which I am fanning a middle aged aversion towards, anyway, but eat them. Into the night, I found a rerun channel, you know the kind that sprang into action this year when Colbert and his reapers and banshees and off Broadway grimaces started to bleed woman viewers and even I didn’t see that coming, by putting on the later shows of the end of television city, though Lucy is still a mainstay bothering Jewish ratty Seinfeld for erosion's unknown. We sat here me and my sister a victim of this oppressive, barbarian, new Rome as much as anyone, as it by now degenreates into a new messianic, with the Bush family less the Borgia's or Estes on the central Plains than they are a tribe of Dante’s bags of shit all Sicilian genteels are. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSa-nmeorCk

 

We watched the great monsters ball of Universal monsters played for laughs, and the still desrenbaly beautiful Yvonne Decarlo who I ha dto get into it once with some self important hag sure she wnast even partially Italian, so Coppola did what he was asked to, a life time of slurs coming to and that my father could have told him was in the spaghetti water, employed after the Jewish TV clowns found out UNESCO found a spaghetti machinery in a Tuscan grave, which brought up more problems that they would have liked. After that show the double feature of Gilmore did return the poor, unraveling , less cute and less vivacious Mother and daughter to a less happy ending then the womanish writers here gave to fatso best friend audience stand in, cook with delusions of grandeur tv loves. Melissa McCarthy. Like the rats of the town is more Inferno than theyd thought, who early on knew husbands and spawning was the high life for her. But tonight on Halloween, she , Lorelei returned to her original state, with her daughter, as I always thought Sal Mineo Jess that was the sofa jumped. There she goes, the soundtrack went, and how!. As the gruff but unlabeled barista had to go from THE PART OF one sane man to a stalker, as I either predicted or made apparent in now own serial killer opus, as Richard Bloch’s toilet jokes are everywhere. Not interested anymore knowing that we are headed towards a cul de sac and the vindication of the One tree hill student sadly later, the Prizker heir that family doesn’t have, I turned it to of all people Carson, who gives a eulogy each night for Letterman and the boys clubs he spawned. And as happened before, there was the great Host unequaled, conquering up the Sainted ghost Gore Vidal, wit and tongue as acid reflux as ever, as he said in real time, that 1980, as it was for me, might have been the end of times, and even then, a hated President Crater, before halo, was as owned by General Electric, as Johnny bless his heart never ever was. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Requiem for a Scaramouch. 24 JULY 2025. WC:2920

 

 I Saw an image of that great detractor of the res publicans, whose minions have been flooding the zone for allegedly liberal television, hummmn, not a fustian deal I would make, as opposed to Satan, the bush families always pinches lechery, as they need what little they got. I know and say often that the foist man to speak of a Indulgence--sorry, a resistance was in fact Mycroft Bush brother Jebby who was ensconced deployed in the vaults and crypts of that network that now thinks it can do penance by being against the republicans with that copse old man up from fleet street and racings form, I gotta horse right here his name is Paul Revere, gee I recall when I sued that before the marbles were all shaken out of the holds, trashing those red meat eaters ways beneath white trash women hags like old Nicole, Niccolo is never caste, that they used while money changing in their war temples foyer. 

See, Hurling shoes at manga merda prince-lings...?, all in all not a bad idea, no matter what the assorted family gravediggers say at allegedly liberal television. What I learned the most this year another of my unmaking of the President essays was accepted, is that didn't GE ever wonder that their precipitous drop was because after a while, even Hillary witches couldn't in good conscious, or even piratical, Niccolo, they wouldn't be on the same said as republican trash as @George will and imperial liars like Bess Meyers, on, beat the Christmas rush buy your drones today!, taking the cable and the paychecks of radical colored girls and brunettes. always be casting on liberal television. How many men and sons did you send to a death sentence in Iraq, helmet headed overbite dear cvnt...? I almost forget the roman V in that word, back to the sources material, forgot a gal editor told me to use always the asterisks as the AI Monolith still can’t figure that out to censor it. NOW, HAVE I GOTTEN July IS THE MOST IMPERIAL MONTH AND 30 PAGES ACCEPTED ANYWHERE, NO, NIT AS A PLEBE, on this side of the imperial golden door ...No, but unlike @barackobama Barry the Fairy, ill take what I can get. Like in grand opera, the Stromboli always reckon after some, who was trashing their arts once over their sisters being never allowed into the opera house, or of course, the death threats that came so eagerly and willing from someone who will after all I think die on television before he becomes another nobody without a CBS show. 

https://www.vice.com/en/article/the-man-show-jimmy-kimmel-sexist/

CBS MISTAKE WAS IN allowing this sociopath with hands that once broken bra straps with Louis ck as wing man to play martyr, and of course, be seen on television as there is no life when one cant be in the klieg lights, but I pegged him, like Roget Ebert, I think it was, in the paper that night, as were many who were depressed that three badly made Omega house cartoons had somehow gotten in to late night, that night, as old Rodger compared this smiling goon, a republican them, maybe still like heckle Wallace, who many men died in gasoline fires while they laughed it up, as the end of television. No Paladin he, Ebert’s said, the mistake was cobs, now trashed by Ulysses like Letterman and whatever ever happened to his sex scandal, and who covered that up, …? The mistake was Cyclops, by allowing this smirking Northwestern mask of Janus to be on the air and play act his routine, as I was hoping for a amore Mad comics like Howdee Doodit, with a going to the injun of the test pattern, like what a most happen the night that democrats were upset that Juvenal here was pledging his enduing hatred over his sister not being allowed in the house of deputies he so slandered when his act was opposite in heels. 

Like, I would have listened to the ghost of William Payly in The Power and the glory, by Talese, demanding receipts for airtime from Tommy smothers who tried to say no no he was no liebarl see, always their ext strategy, or death trap, whatever, as I would have gotten him off the air so fast it would have made his you room smelling head spin, you know like they did for a girl whose lost her show without anyone even staging a ficking word. And I feel bad for the Cyclops actually, a station that made as many requiem and Marty’s as it did hillbillies, goodnight captain video wherever you are! Jackie never got an Emmy, you know. As I said long ago, Satire is what bleeds on Saturday night, and eventually, Petronius will get his pound of flesh, as that look on his face going from the new Yorker to the new York post did silently ay it all, one more Shel Silverstone than the other. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VC24gV1o7XQ

Oh, I as do feel an empathy for the Cyclops, now a relic as in viragoes, rinsing his wound. Leave it to Steverino, hell drink every drop of blood at this barbarized Shoppe, lest any one recall what he’s been before, as once again, too late or too soon, my father was right and television wasn’t just a queer business, it is a serrated mean fag puppet show at that, and in only one term, imperial vizier went from the haunts of Charles Adams and Truman, In cold cash as my beloved Gore said, whose first Bewitched with no less than Elizabeth Montgomery, look it up, was on those now meanly stomped on sets, I’d have never left him in, as Visit to a small Planet, the Honeymooners, Requiem for a heavy weight and all the rest William S did to make sure that the jockey club knew who he was Rather far far away than the bishop Sheen and king Arthur shilling Chicken soup unto the end, as he always was. Then. in a moment worthy of the perpetual mobile, a local man made a flag out of the Post front page, that awful decrepit death mask at black rock, wondering in mid cusswords, the frozen moment of realization, cue sir Niccolo, now what…?, and he waved it madly and wildly, I saw as we came back from the now to be closed food king near here as ruins is everywhere, and no colored left screech as they had now that they are on the blood letters mechanical monsters dental plan. The one who has a perpetual flag reading Trump on his red brick porch., avid this wave victorious, to whom to what for what I was not sure, and I wont really be satisfied until this joke teller learns the difference between a mere comedy and a Commedia being shouted at him, as he awaits for the gossipers to be there in a dark evening, showing how long in summertime he must have been waiting in his always Temp’s office. 

14 September 2025. 
Having left this essay undone I knew a third hand would be found, or a third shoe dropped, as the bulls hitters and these rag tag armies of witches brewing covens that still devotedly hold on to Hillary, equally woman hubby had to instructs ion molesting, again, I w as correct and the comedy comes to lasting too long that it wont become a full out tragedy  but with the Jewish unalterably, sorry Busboy of the returned to CBS, telling us all what a republic layers as talks of Palestinian  genocide is picked up by Rabbi Bernie as he cut’s the fowl and has just read the dire auguring of polls too long dismissed as idiots always do.

As again I was prescient   in thinking the influence of the plebs would start to take over, a recent murder showed it might as well have been plebeian angers, as once hearing it happened, the senate bolted into action by making sure Rabbi Bernie, Mother super bank states loving Liz warren and the human praying mantis, initialed goddess AOC immediately padlocked events out of a fear they were far enough away from their plebian hordes they gush empathy for from their g4 fuselages. Still, though I think that these days of rage is like things are mere theater anyway, as even their Tolkien up beloved Shakespeare didn’t really get the full impact of hat happened in Rome on those tree days when at the drop pf a laurel Brutus went ,d spite his bullshit, of because of it from liberator to merely a true opportunist, having dined at a wrong tbale he was banished from, and  who ahd not been paid enough for his weding of the roman more than gremanic hedges, but then Shakespeare lobed an antihero, whereas Dnate knew who the villains always were. Yes the daffodils gave become bedbugs fly taps and they learn how to shoot straight, but then there are people who know how to shoot since kids, and again the senate always fearful entombed in marble and swaddled with silks, don’t ever really forget how this sort of palace crumbled before. 

But then again, and more petceinat than ever, Sallust isn’t my forth favorite books as I was almost disputed to see imperial foggy hanger on sissy boy George f Will give a Marc Antony like moment for the fallen man hgow dare you say as you feel and not expect a fag in the quad sunshine to wear a Latin mottled roman eagle on his sunken chest as he, yeah he, took a shit at you, and then waned on to crate a sonnet that was less like the kind invented by the Italian who dared call that holocaust, how own races  the dark age, as no Jews were hammed in the fall of Rome, although, when one thinks of it and the way that Hadrian ticked people about to Sicily, …somehow the dyeing art form since Steve Allen wrote the forwards to Mad compilations, late night died with Carson a long time ago, but its corpse, like Biden was not fully desecrated until Hillary showed up remaining her payment for not having left that bloated pig whose roman delusions seem so fart back and looms ago, demand she be gave a lesbian coven as a imperia, as I must say even a lesbian couldn’t have been as stupid as Biden whose picadors finally made sure his hooves were cut. Ah, filled with the same nostalgia  for the mire that has been there since Boethius, George ffing Will dared compare Charlie, kinda free kinda wow Charlie, kinda dead kinda pow Charlie, to his alleged mentor William F Buckley who again I have had joist schoolboy readings with, from his looking for talent for the National Review, a story idea I grafted into dear Lorelei, in my attempt to spec script her, to an email in which he called me Tony which, sorry, I;m not Tucker whose gags were laughed at, did bother me at the time., I  wonder did you tear up the article of principals, Joe Cotton, tell me about the rabbits…? Did somewhere east of Eden, and with the mice and men of thirty rock striding their banquets, did someone recall the man that Johnny Carson had on the air along with beloved father Gore and that Johnny never wasted his takes with PM S AND MPS AND SECRETARIES OF LABOR UNTIL Hodding, who also met as a kid, they were free enough to be funny. So, as was Boethius, true to a Romanism they don’t pity you on ABC FOR,  killed by a church he was stupid enough think cared about anything bit double billing as a sacrament. And, the Satanists and the black swaddled anarchist were met and not  amused by Bluto speaking of his lord and savior Jesus Christ well, he’s not the Innominato type, not at Disney, anyway. And the trumpet at the edge of the Tyber I have spoken of before alas to some poetic admiration, is in the mist of the Brandenburg concerto 2, as his brushes with Rachel Maddow and other Spacley sprockets ,mouth breathers  has allayed to left him an ennui. 

I have heard so much about the first amendment that I was sure that the Jews of television land were making another mafia cartoon, as they only speak of the first amendment when they are tiled into the corner of this less than noble school of Athens, more a falsie ridded and vulgarian and sanctimonious Rome as they all have been, as it did turn out without much of a knowledge pf engineering, Hitler’s pantheon which he imagined, would have fell of its own weight as much sa anything, and that a building three teems the size of the original pantheon in Rome, would be collided by the Germanic kings of old and in fact, would end up being a Ragnerock of cement, befitting the kind of Gods like Stan Lee could steal and rewrote, without a fear of looking brazen as Himmler thought hed be. But now, as a revise of the speech of Marc Antony, ah a fellow Italian genius, Dante, had them all still pegged, as a hypocrite will ways make his hypocrisy yet only virtue he seems to have. As unsure of what he really believes, someday when will believe his own horse shoot and parley and babble and bumble into a truth that is besr  left unsaid, as in fact did the rah rah senator who called Augustus the king the king when Augustus knew the Romans hate kings and he wanted no part of having to explain anything said by someone that insipid. 

 

i kid you not. 

 I didn’t tell Underdog and captain nice to become so full of a sanctimony and thus misplaced anger that i'd start a war with even the bowling ball network even Paddy couldn’t have cared less about anyway. Believe it or don’t, but I’d love to see our fat little porcine Bluto wop, so careful and clearer like a Sicilian consigliore, that being all out anti Trump was  a way to save his even before dwindling Cavette guest host spot, as he would be swayed enough to think that this bloat, this man this monster. this pig,  this poor mans poor dna, making chidden with his own dago blood weakness of benedicts, alluded to scene Cupola made sure all the good killer wops had blue eyes, like Claudius, like Captain Sejanus at mount purgatory, id love to see him gain a morsel  of vendetta  for the Collodi that  he never had read to him from  a garlic loving mom, not like whose mine, like me, has never really been that crazy about. It isn’t starting well as he thinks he can make a bigger check be bullied ,as a pig from a Man show could, and of course the hags of the afternoon quacks, haven’t said a word, as the rat is king. My mother again told me well when she said, never laugh or complain at an mans funeral, so lessee Doge Igor now give in for some twerp puss who only sued the first amendment so he and his wop compadre, we have a same father, wasn’t high on Rachel’s it parade over his making drunken girls bounce on trampolines.  So, Scrub his Dick Dick Go results all you overfed cowgirls without the blues want, all you want, but that frozen moment of realizations as Machiavelli called it,  it,when George will understood he was on the same side as someone who wagged his tongue and tourists ladies clits, well, that must have been a day he actually seemed to become whiter than usual and show a human emotion, or as close as he could ever come. And as for mentioning christ at the unmarried , unmorred fatsos who silence was deafening, i put the over under to the clever little man outlining his welcome, at he feast of Janus indeed. 

At least it isn’t death threats, as he dies without papers. And to show the business of being an imperial hypocrite, again like the senate bruising to righteous indignation as the usual suspects sneer and bitch in an anointed morass that old man Biden caused amid the Reagan-ite sleeping, there aren’t enough shovels to find any ponies here, the other station that stupidly has allowed the Colbert ghost to be on the air for no definable reason or rhyme, as once again we aren’t in this for poor health, and if you thought he wasn’t shown on Elsbeth before…I do wonder about this new found devotion to the first amendment when it isn’t someone who didn’t wear his liver bile on his sleeve, evasively when certain clowns were against health care laughed at Madam Pelosi all along when need be. See, right before the planned demic, the smirking queer in brooks brothers liberalism, did an act brought with him from the conservative time when he  was hurling death threats at coeds, and he did give a new Yorker for Tennessee eulogy over the nation state when his sister lost her gambit to be his rabbit ears at the assembly of queens, and could then cast precious about what you believe, I recalled in this sanctimony when he was cone on television anointed what money cribbers all the big pharma pigs and pushers there in at Merck were truly about. He was as I recalled in a piece  about the Saturnalia fog,  in which I could sense the CBS adored Effrem Zimbalist’s of a once hated and suspicion FBI, was making its last vaunted attempt to make is all Sicilians after all, that Colbert did make a point about the pharma circus and its ability to be almost satanic in its eighteenth century prairie lack of enlightenment. And I recall how that was dropped once as I say the wire transfer was thwarted to be not cleared. And to show how devoted we all are, Lorelei and her daughter on a station owned by CBS. They will go to two hours every midnight at that very hour to show again, we never married or liked Steverino to begin with. Like a mobster said, Deniro didn’t play Iago,  don’t make any flashy purchases.