10 July 2015


For personal reasons, I wished to get out to Jersey, or at least something on the terra incognito outskirts of New York, at least for a while, and three attempts at living in Jersey fell through. Alas, in a land where ancient flags can come down as goodness is everywhere and unassailable, as another Bush enters the room and demands Borgia like power, it appears my distaste for all things Scorsese and Copula and the wop minstrel shows have yet to be something that GE wanted to get in bed and do business with. I have no boot black black chicks or mellotto Burma shave queens like Alex empathies and emote at me, and neither does any Jew or Vanderbilt fag immaculately conveyed at la cote Basque ever bask in his own white high decibel wonderful hood when finally, cause bidness is bidness ever feel any empathy for me, as their empathy is something moneyed and cased by the pound. Frankly Im better off without Barry as my champion, you who have him, have done, Roman 101, and the rest of the me too crowd, as when republicans wish to white wash their own history with an assist from democrats who like thinking theirs was the party of Negros, once they stoped lynching them, I start to as if hearing moatzart itch. I feel baldly that signage up and props seen when people who actually stiffened under swastikas and confederate flags didn’t much care seeing them on super friends and get smart, or such, that now, the human hemorrhoids like Larry the cable guys make sure they do their bidding and make a federal case out of everything, escaped from free trade, which if you heard the democrats were the scions of dah working mahn from fat Pollock’s on tv, well, then, you just weren’t listening good enough, a malady when all hissing and shouting is done, except when at the sighing ceremonies in Barry’s closet, how deep that is the mind reels. What made me sad was this last Jersey attempt took three weeks, them never getting back to me with their further instructions to me, then telling me to resubmit color copies I don’t have the money for as need enough for a Nior festival later as they gave me with Trey Parker ahhhhh, and ambviolence that I just didn’t fit in their Marvell’s columns though was practically told all was well, and all three jersey dumps spoke of Blog spot, which told the tale. I got the scent in the wind, and this being jersey, it was like Homer said, let the sea gulls sort it all out at the dump.


Oh, as boy heard women speak of the personal being the professional, a credo of theirs until wives of rapists and the walking imprimatur entered the room and made them suck cock in many ways, as America, America god shed his glare on thee is tired of Anderson Cooper and his merry band of prosecutors as our bishops. Hooo boy! I felt tired and screwed over, as lectured to about resubmitting to place that make this crap…Helping my Ma ready for bed, she insists on watching Jewey Jonnie, who she was sure is pushed out by core owners who despise his Romanesque Rosanno Brazzi, or is it Luca...?,  act, but then she is deaf-ish and just enjoys his eye rolls and fuming, something real Juvenals couldn't sue having only the written word. But I noted that that night of that massacre, his requiem reaired, soon to be again played out as a white woman is later killed and one white woman's death cant be sued and useful the way a good weirdo's massacre can be, and I noted how the confederate flag was already mentioned, as we couldn't go gun control as said to some nudnik on Google because Barry the freeloader needed every republican vote this time out for free trade, so that scanimony was put on hold as the Arian Princess in SC cultured us, again like with the Jews and spics always nice to be lectured to by people who dealt in programmes, Inqusitions, and caste systems when the open season wops were starving. I eventually discontinued getting their breathless bulletins when they were doing jokes about which one is the Saudi man and which the woman, showing Raymond floats atop that glacier, as berkas jokes always leave the Jews laughing, and said goobye at them and the Klansman's ethics that still is in their veins. Get lost. why brunette starlets adore me.


Although have placed my work hear and there and will submit the pages of son of statan I have collected and undone in a bikini Dracula, my Vamperilla , into a horrors comic hopefully as again know the Roman laws of graffito which sorry gals, even Augustus knew the hardness of getting out Roman graffiti, its from where we get white wash came. I like the idea of rewritten credos on walls as has been done from Plautus to Dennis the menace to Bart Simpson showing we aren’t all good wards of the state, as am tired of hearing niggers on cue tell us what is okay this week, as tired of good white women and their human shield niggers all tiring of things at the same time. I never allied with Cosby, unlike Jewish rats who sucked his overused dick on telesvion, are those clips next to be sanitized missah Censor sur… I say what I mean and etc etc, as if A Roman in all ways, at least in allery ways, as they unlike Jews and Arabs they didn’t fear books because at heart all were four f. Son, Flammius scolded the Sicilian, you’re going to the front,…that’s were the Romans had their best church. I felt bad that couldn’t even get to deal with these chumps as a way yowards the wizards in the emerald city, as the theater in Tarentum, sorry Trenton, egads!, well, three hundred dollars wasn’t worth the bus rode to to the alkaline city, and the la teather turned out to be as they all are, a groping concern. I will redo and remake the horror comic as a vampire va voomy comic, featuring the sort of brunette that Jews and white women hate almost as much as satire, a Roman dancing girl, the antimissile of the type of woman that MLK I was told as a boy liked slapping around as being a saint outside of Assisi and in Memphis takes it toll. Is he next, ..wasn’t he always …? , as I am sick of white people decency being my own. A black reverend asks as the sanctimony reaches a crescendo only republicans can give, by the way politics 101, Bush Junior, don’t say you are ‘empathic’ with your base, it makes you sound like the fretful fraud con man you are, as if you’re Jane Goodall, viewing apes from afar, shhesh, but who doesn’t expect this level of kismet stupidity from a family that has given us more losers than the Flavians… Sanctimony is thick as thieves, this wont put a bowl of cereal in any black child’s stomach who is hungry, but then, unlike Medici indulgence, seen as a sin by Jews and Lutherans in laws, your indulgences are all made out of newspapers and apple cores, and if you don’t believe me, ask the Redskins. Sad to note the day the Confederate flag came own because black men’s owners defend it as a wise career move, our Buddy Keith was also taken down and folded up and packed away, shopping again, no matter what you niggers think, this , like all comradeship is done for a reason, and don’t burn that copy of the Metamorphoses, if you know what’s good for you, and whatever reason censorship has, its certainly isn’t yours. There are no night riders out there, causing ge appliances to make this such a big deal, no what we have now are Jews and white women in German cars, drinking and texting and speeding past the poor, making sure like Borgia’s and doges, they keep their windows locked.

02 July 2015


1.A few days after this con artist broad decided to go black or go home, a weirdo, which I've noticed they always use one when they need one, …wasn't new-town right when Barry signed off on sequestration?, gun control always does make one forget his laundry is done...came out and shot ten black people at church no less, showing the radical ethics of Jesus, screeching at festival going Jews while Caesar was to be rendered unto and no one saw Jew baby ever trod close to forty Antonia, is in tact. There is talk that this latest victim of Riddlin wanted to start a race war, but alas, there were many better ways to do than target Bible reciting decent people, as I am sure that the latest German solider praying for rain, Somehow along with mean streets a deification of the Viking is allowed through the censorious bunch and the head nodding Negros, could have started a fine mess in Baltimore, as we know by now that the corner is packing. But, again I am far too Roman in my love of divine fire for the goodness that spurts from white women and their bloodless Jewish in laws.

I place this here just as a Virgillian tent holder, not sure why I was even compelled to say anything, as have more than one ball in the air now, as the Roman rams I have been swinging seem to be sacking oaken doors to fall. More than one opportunity has come to me all at once, unsure why as saw by didn't, I have no Word and or Mozilla anymore and am at a loss for words as it were, how this call came at once, and my numbers zoomed upwards three hundred views around June thirteenth, as why, I have no real Idea. One of the dragon ladies I am fond of at least on the Internets, named Jennifer De Guzman once writes in her blog about a software that tells you where and who is talking about you, I have bigger rabbit ears than Barry, and cant find anything other than Google alerts, which seem to bring me nothing but fags who are snide about Wendy, and not her pictures, and too, an organization named ACRI, which seems to speak much about refuges and Palestinians...I can tell you, well, from personal experience, Good luck with that windmill. I take it a civil liberties group is named Acri, a name in Greek mending sour and too an entomology from the great Roman solider Agricola, as again whether the good white women like it or not, more later, one could do worse. Jewey Johnnie doesn't like statuary of civil war generals, another group unhallowed to fight for their country, but the larger flag is fine, as if you are from Anzio, Hiroshima, or wounded knee, well, go fuck yourself, hell make sure of that. You know, THAT FLAG is evil, unlike having a Roman Holiday based on that time God in heaven came down and de populated a great Arab empire, because God knew you Jewey weren't going to do it. But still, Johnnie is alright by me, as it was his face and Heartaches Rachel, the one who dont need bronzo, as friends on Google plus that didn't allow them to reject my cop show out of hand, so, it seems I finally getting a little bit of what I deserve.

I have always preferred Terrence to any of your weepy darkie saints, though the Jesuits thought Martin Luther King was much funnier. I was handed two opportunities to do Big Bertha as a play now, two, and none for Saturnalia , the play id love to do but stills seems, like Peckinpah, to bother them as angels in America cant look like Dean Martin, nor I am told, sing anything out of Loesser and Burrows, not without a stipend. You know, like why Jewey Johnnie couldn't say nigger the other night, he have to pay South park a royalty. Of course, I felt badly that innocent, amazingly for the centurions of now, no one shoots the looters, humnnnn, shot Negros at church no less were killed so, shit nigger, or whitey whatever, the corner is packed with good niggers, all deserving to get shot, but of course, could always take their glocks out and shoot back, a Roman warfare of which I am devoted. I felt sadly for these people just trying to find a candle in the muck, amid the declines and fall, shot by a chinless lip less wonder, again who looks and smells to me of central casting.

2. Who ever stages Big Bertha, ...I must decide the coast...I have always loved Hollywood, I love, I love laaaaa, we love it! I would get opencast and a small stipend from the new Yorkie crowd, But Capote is dead and the city of Stan Lee and Norman Lear is gone, As the new mayors worst attribute was being tall and an Italian at the same time, and will pay for stealing that sash from lesbians and Jews who had the temerity to run. Yet, would be paid 300 dollars for the across the bridge theater, as I am not the only Italian to start to itch about how sanctimonious good Negros owners are when it comes to hiding your own histories, as the apes shake dance at every rap music stop on the bus line, and have to pay to be in the sunset blvd review...but....sunset blvd, I'm big, big, real big, its the picketers that became Small, oh I am a diva at heart... mother fuckers, the Apian way of today....oh, oh, i must think this trough... , but off Broadway has more panshe, more gravitas, but more rats ...



Oh wait till I tell them , both come with a repertory, there's this lass in Chicago I've always had my eye on, and too, a vampire movie diva I have always been friendly with too, as the conscious of the piece the police woman. So my brother is taking me to men warehouse to get a cheap suit for a coming interview, and maybe one after that...sorry in our age of perpetual funeral games I couldn't, like Jewey Johnnie, no matter how badly felt, could not make a point to do sad deep Jerry on cue, as didn't notice the Soupy Sales show he runs placed on hiatus after memorial day, when four times as many niggers were shot and killed in Baltimore than here, and was shocked he dint play nuncio to see, our arbiter of all taste, that the casa de Pilozzi, the assembly of queens wasn't so broken up by the killing spree this week, as JERRY WOULD SAY, that they didn't lose a beat in mewling free trade, the highway men, Sorry, bill waits and weeps for no man, and kneecapping Obama care, 60 Democrats voted with the Republicans to healer that tax on in law doctors, no less, so through thy tears they were willing to soldier, or is it drone...?, on. Ah there's the Matrix again, I trudge through it to see Morpheus, named for the god of sleep, holding a Duracell...but as Bender said, wouldn't anything make a better battery than a human being...like a potato, or a battery....I dont get it! When the off Broadway theater sent me a letter accepting Big Bertha, ...where did I put that play …?...without MS word I must download Apache again..., my Ma kissed the opera house mimeographed playbill they sent me, as if relic. Give them hell, she told me, sweetly, make the Comedy of arts in the middle of their swamp, she said in Italian, as Plautus said, a theater is a temple, and the perpetual dirges, nor is it pie fights over corpses, is getting on her nerves. See three nights before this killings and the race circus before that, as we found out the niggeralia isn't working as well as six months ago as the devoted haven't yet been paid by Sorsos and other racial inc outlets, you'll get your five dollars later, Homer says, some channel did their mob shtick again, filled with Italians never asked jack shit when PBS is doing shows about Roman anythings.



3. Not only was Machiavelli again correct when the great barrister said that sanctimony is to be avoided, it is to be suspicious of, as again when the Negros scat dancing, I watch the senate, but then again, have been reading Sallust since ten, so there is no tenement shake dance I cannot dismiss. When a tragic killing turned inexorably to Persian plotting horseshoes, and a Confederate flag American hokum outrage, I knew we were in for something, as amazingly, as if it was prepared and ready to file off, it turned out that this manifesto was by no less a Polyphemus than the house of Cooper unable to be verified, and yet shown as news anyway. Such is a big step for so a censorious crowd as they. Somehow between game shows and our biggest show at this time on the network, MANHUNT!, this manifesto as placed out there as if news, with the Jersey caveat that nothing was actually set in stone, they didn't know who this necessarily was, or god knows verify it, we only are a news operation, as Anderson Cooper does checks on anyone entering his gay little Wayne Manor, capitally at the wrong time...something tells me he is next to go, but I have a suspicious mind. Funny how this came right as the bleeding was mopped up, when the demonstrators were cleared do their best outrage and bring in the black choir to give us DA spituals dat is a balm at times like dese, sho nuf, no no, the anti gun nuts, not your time, but stay in the wings for further instructions, as somehow it became apparent that the Confederate flag, a flag liberals may not let you buy, much less burn,an argument that shows what flag they really hate, and with an assist from the Medved Jews who sometimes don't realize what a devil they have in their in laws, found another Swastika , or Yankees logo , which they don't like , but as the Romans said, The tribunes, as every bee in the Roman hive there for a reason, even porch monkeys, they are there to wash the floors. Figure it out.

As this made up bullshit was let loose by the always sparkling Anderson, again unverified as who cares about juries and rights and Roman law, once CNN decided you have been Incognito-ed, or worse yet, Sanduskcied, as in the court of Doge Cooper, he spake to Jews and Negros who as prosecutors know your guilty, a faggot at the head of an ox bow incident is just getting even, and to more than just some radicalized white boy too stupid to pretend he is a rapper, whosoever vileness and showground’s of fire are like taxi meters down to the cent. Its natural to jump to imperiousness as a Vanderbilt, meet the new boss, why our assembly of queens marched in lockstep and while all were hearing from, the negro rabble about flags no one thought of ten days ago, why, no limbo too low for Barry, they Rumsfeld-ed free trade through a senate as the people were discrete and the Phobos was burned down long back. Yes, while unsubstantiated websites were making public policy, thou hast conquered Steve Wozniak, while sites that could have been verified first , but a point was made that they were not, as usual in the assembly of queens, the legislation isn't so much a saucer with hot brandy in it than it is milk about to expire, lest they find out the domain was perhaps owned by GE, the anchors , those blonds, hicks and Jews, which are the bane of any empire, ask Augustus when he threw Agrippa aide, they reached a level of stiff upper lippednes, and weren't so broken up by a new massacre, that they couldn't mule this free trade shit through, better than they had ten days ago, before the incessant Negroid spirituals, as so much when dealing with narcissus, at the perfect time, as no one needed a riot now. Ah the Assembly of queens airstrikes the people, --them again...?--, again, and sad deep Jerry and his nigger bag man, the Harvey cartoon made incarnate, the eye rollers noted none of it, as have you seen the ratings lately, from hunger I tell youz, and its hard enough to be an elite on basic cable, and the first thing a clown must do is find someone willing to pay for the made faces. Free trade, an abomination nobly a week before slud through quite easily as cheerleaders were tallying us about a battle flag, a symptom of evil, though it wasn't pained on the sides of any plane which was the only one in human history to drop an atomic bomb, and was a relic already when Black men were spoon fed Syphilis, but again, get that floor tile cleaned , git get in there and get that grout, Rufus...

And as I SAID, I'm not sure I even care, as that was the decremented cap stone to the end of Barry's bridge, as he desperately trying to get that last drop of blood from that turnip, while senator Frink was modding shtick literally with Jewey Johnnie, and somehow all was forgiven, and GE didn't put this nigger in the praetor seat because they liked him, no one did, and he had to make good on estimates he gave his masters when a good little back bencher...when will you ever listen to the Roman soothsayers, ...? with delusion of boyhood glory, mother is that you...? But, as I warned , Columbus' Forrest, my fathers diminution which is too much a diminution of Columbus to be Jewishly allowed, will come to rue the days of ore like Niggeralia, and if that cunt Dido the thinks he is tap dancing away as niggers take pot shots at cops, sucker punishing praetorians leaving us with beyond planet of the apes , or is it valley of the dolls…?, they had to take a lot to get that free trade in, it should have been first, Barry you'd know this might be the last capitulation, ask Lorenzo, anyway, who cares, like Jon, I cant abide another go around with Livia and the triumph that never comes, and a Bush across the way just shows the duchy of Florence is falling, as Rome, great and impervious and eternal and Clinton Loved Rome is out of the question this deep into the dark ages. Hillary is being pilloried, knowing like her husband that nigger ordinances only work with a token at the head, and so, she must get a bigger share of whites in her Florentine calculus, good union house Pollock, why Ed Shlutz has a job, or she will be swamped, and so said All lives matter, an anathema the death squads of America, and is seen as insult, what inst,...? at least when not told to shuddap, the acrimonious niggers can actually refute this, as again go father than their masters wanted them to, don't they always...?, and a quick snap of the fasciae, or leach, is in the offing. Oh niggers please, Black lives matter is all one can say, really, ...if that was true we wouldn't as Sister Barbra told me have abortion on demand to protect their white lilies, there was no Confederate recalled or star and bars flying over Bostonians when it burned when I was a kid because someone told the polka swillers and the trash Irish who told my Roman loving and Latin speaking father to go back where he came from, now rioted under Tip's nose, because someone told them to bus black kids into the southies, or northies, but never Beacon Hill, God knows, lets not go nuts. I make a argument that all American credos be turned into a more fitting Yiddish. That close to their red head brave daughters....? How dare this killer or Trump call darkies rapists, why Tallahassee was so long ago. The empire of sand and fog is teetering, which I love, and there isn't a Virgil anywhere on the board. Amazingly all lives matters is a slogan is antipathy to nigger broads and their feeder white chicks, lesbians , like chicken hawks adore death when at the Satanist coven, so again am not sure I can even care as again s told a lovely Romanesque Victoria, need my say. Ah but Brian Williams is brought back, and to msmbc, like I said, I don't cry for socialists and anarchists who are paid by a war consortium as it shows again, the least thing television needs is people who bullhorn their voices into available mikes. I have an inkling like Occupy, these niggers will be hushed up the closer to Saturnalia we get.

4. Every time I want to care, I note that while this spasm of wolf bane self righteousness goes to def com one mode, well, while this was being done, and watch now that free trade passed for this, like pandemics and other electioneers of CNN to dissipate like so much dew, watch for this flag shit now that the senators voiced to get as much as they can before Dido's suicide, watch for the old stars and bars, wal marts sanctimony was dead giveaway it was a con, as was Apple, the coeval of evil the first to do their part, watch it all go way, ...and I saw as this was going on that the Godfather as the Sicilian clowns are want to do, whooshed up as an embarrassment to the Jewish in laws who avenge the death of Marcus with each day. Lets see how Frinken voted wont we...ahuh. Ah the man who scribbled the vomitorium sketch didn't truly trash the town as Augie said, until this pug nosed me too clown stole a purple sash, making the Roman senate of Livy look more like Singer's Russia. If I wuz a riiiich mahnnnnn, devbdbdebbbdeenbeededeeededbah, all day long I yidddidiyiddie double booking all of da vayyyyyy!

Yes, the Godfather was on which tells me again, and this told me all, or moreso when Jewvanals and Caspar friendly coon noticed none of it, as they were told to do. The assemblymen of queens within the freak shows and the yelling niggers and the arena sandblasting and Hillary demanding the Confederate flag be no where, especially that it is seen in pictures of her Husband presiding over its singed into law 'appreciation day' at which she was, ah the wolf in the church as the Romans you hate said...did as they must, and it only took 17 million dollars in bribes, nay Honoraria, all sounds better and more noble in Latin, as I hope a Kemeter appears to trow open the graves of a thousandth Jesuits and let aids now make an awful garden worthy of Boccaccio, as the betrothed faggots die, I hope, as viciousness and unnoticed as did those Queers who loved Ovid more than matrimony. Perhaps Rachel Maddow has a few quilts left over, as I hope America gets everything they deserves, no bathes of Curricula here, Bruce, as haven't like the Jews had my radicalism valet away by being allowed to foreclose on as many goys as I could,...And yet now, as ginned up sanctimony winds down, boy Hillie has really hushed up, as one more 'well I didn't really mean it' might be the last straw, -- I get a flood of opportunities at once, a Noir film festival comes in, and another comic book concern looking for someone who not only recalls but fondly so, Wally Wood, as Roman gods find pity on me, pieta from a goddess no child of Stonehenge knows of, but for me, their alter boy in whole, ...boy, why cant I find a girl like Donna on Halt and catch fire, I adore this broad,...as lost the job at Jersey for my big mouth...no, not as I thought, through the sue of niggers and fags and yids and such, no, I wasn't 'trusted' because I hate Campbell and Tolkien, again, for some reason as an Italian I must adore Scorsese and Tolkien no matter what, as good middlebrow white hags can trash Dante, as magic rings go back to Tuscan myths, so take that Negros, at times behind the white paint the land of Barbie does show its in inclinations in full,as once again I don't ask White people to do my thinking for me. I am tured of the fatigue of whitey folks and their embarrassment being my decency, as you don't even know who Ariosto even is. Oh, you haven't eschewed all Roman things, like how no one when I was a kid Skoakied up the hammer and sickle, as they did the Aryan cross, the swastika, as that golden workers image was Roman, of the republic, don't tell good radio Jews, as they have made the Romers go from fascistic to socialists, anything to appease their fathers in law, but that is as I have said, whistling past the ruins of the theater of Pompey, restored by Augustus after the death of Unckie Jules as again he loved perpetrating that nothing came before him too, ….humnnnn...as I got them good when I told them there was nothing in Martin Scorsese that Augustus didn't demand in his imperial plays first. Roman Ghosts matter.

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