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A Query.
A pre Rome,
civilized, Italian pontiff seeing the Nobel savage Romans at the edge of the
great river, revels in his sophistication, as he knows in his bones Tuscany is dying ,and the wolf men Romans
are the barbarians at his gate. With a young nun, who he admires for her pluck and
prettiness as a girl, and one he wouldn’t dare impregnate as he did so many, as
his aide de camp and scribe, the Tuscan pope decides to place down as many of
the Ruscana books and relics as have verse been. Not because they are interlocutors
of fear, or even censors, it seems of anything but they adore smoking their
enemies out. With his attaché writing frantically, the pope begins with a story
of metamorphosis, strange story of the Sun god of the cobalt sky, Aplu, and his
overwhelming urge to have and trap his truest beloved, a gal named Dafne, who
as in all such stories, cannot get away fast enough.
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Listen Toots,
Hearing that , I wouldn’t
want any words of mine anywhere near this sanitized for your approving fag toilet, yes dear I said fag, Its okay I’m Jesuit pre law, don’t make me expound on that dears, as I want no
part of this echo chamber you’ve crated.
Consider THE EPIC OF DAFNE thus
withdrawn, as newspapers return to their Pulitzer creeds of tying about New Jersey wife killers
and whose ruined today, lest anyone notice a bombed hospital, if they can help
it.
As for having to make
everything have the parental adversary stamp, once decried before we became an
empire of ninnies, as am old enough to recall was once a Tipper show of
suburban overfed-Ness, wow, have we fallen far, mostly from the goniffs and
pimps who were quite good at joining Bill Clinton in on his pagan nonce’s
until, of course, he decided as he usually does, well, girls, thats enough. I
almost feel insulted that Id have to somehow pre apologize, I mean that’s asked
for quicker from me than its ever been, wow, for anything that now offends all the white
trash and shickas and fat creeps and retards
and effeminates and pimps, who thought nothing of laughing through the
Sopranos not that long ago.
This reduced every writer
to the polemic cobbler, therefore in a crowded theater cnn apparatchik,
poly-sci hack, who is out there for no better reason than touring pigs to their
polls and then back to the pens, as I have said before Im not on any pad, and
therefore dont ever have pretend I like George Will now, or later pretend I
ever didn’t.
I don’t know what a story
about Etruscans can engender among or amid the fluoride smiling gasbags of now,
if I may I think Bill C would like it, Im not sure as not sure about anything
coming from a supposed alluded Roman who seems to fear his wife. Sit down, honey and shut yur yap, would have been
my George and Maaarrrrrthhha aside when that old crow started quoting Caesar. I really don’t know what to say about the land
list of supposed trigger streets, I have a real despise I have had to deal with
since a boy, and wasn’t just one if the little ninnies the nuns warned
me were coming from those who survived their mammies sinks in more ways than one. I almost don’t know what to say about
this, or what it implies or infers, who knows, as we have come not only a ship coming
apart without a Virgil on the crew, a hangover from a Satyricon age, shows a papal
states, as isn’t there a real undercurrent of Puritanism to our sexual based offenses
crimes now, as a fat cunt on television ant Matt Lauer or was it Russell Simmons to be ‘Indicted’ for their crimes against the war state. Juts like Uncle Cheech
was, oooossschhhhhhh, you rancid hag, a curia, and who called that…?, with treason trials and dogma suits, that is more damming and
vacuous than anything our Juvenal’s ever said or did, and sthedoesnt he look awful,
as he shows up again, more than he did for Hikkie, and so, Jonnie seemed to openly and dejectedly wonder if maybe his closet doors about to blow open too. Wouldn’t that
make Keith laugh so hard. We now have Mother superiors demanding we say mother may I before we go off
that watery edge, which my Italian father thought would have been the best outcome
Columbus could have
hoped for, all in all.
I’m sorry, but satire is no
forte of not my vocations, see I never shut up, more is the pity, as it recalls
in me for all your assassin credos, it reminds me I think as have started watching
a brilliants show called Mystery Science theater 3000,which ash echoes to it of
Monster chiller horror theater! As can
recall watching dr Tongue and his house of stewardesses, rippp and tearrrrr Bruuuuuno...wow,
what has the commission done to dread Sicily what bags of Dante saw as shit
have we become, man,...nothing personal, I’m sure you just think you’re fucking as decent as anyone
can be in a land where we cry for dancing bears as we release the drones. I started
watching mst3000 as did Gore Vidal’s teleplays and Reginald Rose teleplays at
studio one all summer, just to hear someone say something other than
anti Trump shit, sorry girls but when you’re
out to trash someone, as learned from Sallust then don’t have to tern around and say he’s just
as bad as we all are, the credo that
saves Clinton a myriad of times, because it makes your agreements looks as
hollow as it always was, but have a feeling someone out there knew that, as
maybe George will and the Bush family don’t run things as well or as much as they
rethought and that it was never their broad straips and brighst stars, as
niggers who want the flag burned or the star spangled banner censored , like jews who distain POW FLAGS, don’t make a second day of circus. As between the antimony of office
girls all on the same aside, as idiots always are. There is a b movie I think
called Humanoids, or some such thing, in which right before whoever it is , the vampire, Vincent Price
, Christopher Lee, Karloff, Nanna Pollozzi, whoever it is, is about to take a bite out of some white woman, they are
after all perpetual victims, juts not now that the Italians chicks have all
been raped or married, no mustache jokes
for them, remember, the screen goes red for two seconds telling people to look away, which is like a con
done in carnivals worthy of Collodi and the italic nature civilization before you
have us all being sneered at, as the bombs
are falling on everyone. This recollection was brought back to me, as somehow suddenly
the creeps of a dying empire want words to and stories to never ever make the
ladis who perpetually lunch me rethink or shock them, thinking of Plautus sage advice to playwrights about the encores, and found
it in starting that these amazon war
women stonily there in ways they weren’t last year, hummmm, were dealing with something
of my Etruscan italics must have warnings no one asked for in Saw movies that they
show in the afternoon, when batman was once on. As I said, eliciting dangerous admiration
from the Arabs, they look upon with the humanity they save for their prisoners,
unless a retard has to die in a gallows where Clinton stands as game show host Miles Gloriosusus wannabe, lest the media
speak of another gal falling out of a
closet , see Plautus above, maybe the only roman oily he will ever be, ouch! they shit on your graves.
Anthony.
Well, there goes that.
I must say, it is always funny
mus using my lie of Roman farce as a kept, when someone says something wrong it
has little to do with your sissy fairy skimpiness, as found I wasn’t thrown off
face book dispute a lot of slurs I use
purposefully, you something dears, recalling the last fifty years and who toyed stated Outlawing Italians as a
minstrel show because a couple of anestrous wimp wops let you have a steam valve, learn to take a punch every once in a while, and not just from democrats
and stealers who barricades girls in the
toilets. See, I hadnt been hurled off face book until I motioned that Barry the fairy and his shrew Auntie
Hillary, Katrina, and doest that stick in my throat, had actually damaged Magnus Leptis , a Roman ruin, but then what lese do barbarians do...?our Barry is finally the white
man you dreamt of being all along, Barry, grandma would be proud, though
wonder if Bilbo steams, does anything mean anything too
Brademente, or he by now just a suit of armor rusty from the cum and still stinking of aqua velva…Happy Saturnalia
kids! Yes, it as I said is supposed to come out of a box, as its starts off wonderfully
with a loss by the Sabin Girls.
One of the reasons I think
old bloated Bill would like it, a line
bothered some one of these submittable hags, is that when hes listof favorite
books came out, and never was it so simple to say merely Dantes inferno, or Ovid’s
Metamorphoses , no it was always last
then The New Life, or Roman festivals, an affectation I found sweet, sorry, I
saw n Sorkin kept up, he and his homilies gone now, and he took everything
else and sold it for parts,...but w hen I saw Bill say his hero was Marcus
Aurelius, Roman stoic, uh....anyway, it said much when I think it was Maureen Dowd
no elss on Charley Rose,--the inevitable dovetailing of parallel liens, -- I
think i recall curelessly, we are all under reports as Brutus so wild stupidly say, i think it w as
her who said his list of favorite books, though had Chaucer and some other
things you’d echoed, smelled of garlic, ah that lust have been before the dandy installation of Barry
the God was so Apollo like, his halo so
bright, as it were we could all read his canceled checks in the midnight dark. as
TWO OF THE LAST THREE PRAETORS i sat there
soft shoeing and tap dancing and trying to make us forget all their sorties as
are too stupid or malignant to quite number ten I think on Bill list, Caesar
Commentar---Im sorry, The Civil war...and one isn’t there, one, in all garments all cesarean
read, and boated and lonely and alone and quite finally, our Roman hero, beaten
and broken and wanting out with the departing florish of a roman playwright, played by a Jewish comic black listed,
someone is as the statirist are amusingly
circumspect about whom they trash , someone is quite and inst there, as its one last measure of having decorum that our Roman
cannot abide…
2. In the Manzonian Italic dark
ages in which we abide, if that, a letter was posted in that way
of such wild west’s, on the door, telling
how whatever plans they had for delousing that lower section of piety town was,
due to a cop being killed this close to an election year, nowit atterws, so
beat it, Lawnda, would be exacerbated and quickened. Who cared…?, I
thought, having left that home behind and liking the smaller placed we moved
into, anyway, and wanted no way to return. But upon hearing that, my mother
thought it over and had to sned us back in
and, with Christmas coming, the rfeisan old ancient Alcoa waffle maker used
only at Christmas, if at all, was still there, in wrought, iron,
and she had to have it back. Again as unsesco can state, the ancient and the
old mean something to Italians, as youll find out when your doges think
your poverety makes them good. Ill buy
you an electric pizeeel maker, Ma, I Told her, but she would have nothing of
it, she had to have this caste iron long wooden age of Barnum thing, which was
left with some other Saturnalia shit, a
heavy iron in an attic eves back there.
We, on a nice crisp day had
to go back to this neighborhood SO dangerously close to where the cop was just shot, which made
the Kaepernick house niggers and black lives
matters queens of low end expense accounts take a full ten days before they started
a strange vital viciousness that tap dancing Obama , this when still distained by
the coloreds voting against him once, as they were paid to do, was ytryed to be
again in the as ninny voice if reason and always tried talk them out of. This
time, so close to an election year and already with an albatross called Hillary
having made the waste the un good, unromantic,
uneven odd year as a year to get things done well ahead of any
plebiscite, like war malingering and
foreclosure creeds and pay raises, the
house of Maccers is in for it, showing why old Mackane himself in always mid simmer,
is telling her to beat it. lest this Visigoth
queen ruin the roman senate in full. A house everything cow started talking about
how white children should be thrown to the wolves, you see, as Griimms becomes
our Vigils eons ago, the children of a white woman seen as less than she, but
of course, she didn’t make day two of the circus, either when some realized,
maybe with some priding of mine on the daily
mail, that you know, dearie that included by definition, your beloved paratrooper
Barry, so if only this could have been done in 1975 I might have been with you, but now
its just gilding an age of abortion lily
for th de fetuses meeley gotten rid of like so many cancers sells, again, don’t
get me wrong,not that I at all even care.
In a scene reminiscent of a
few pages in a book written by me
called Ancient Romance, in which a senator escapes a manicominum, a nut house,
and goes back to his Tuscan home of rustic charm, I had to return to a home that
had been abandoned in an essay called
Fve, admired and both hated by some.
Outside, a large imposing Blackman with a large imposing dog, a pit bull named I found out names Streak, a man enclaves and denim and wrapping came up and
took my brothers almost darker Italic
hand, hands and mid high fived with an
embarce. Hey,Skittlet, my brother asked
this black man from the old days, I aint seen you in ages, what’s going on…?
Oh, keeping alive, Ma brudder, he said laughing.
You live here…? he asked him. Naw, not anymore,
Skill, I gotta get back in here and save a cookie maker my Ma brought from the
Old Country. Yeah, the large dark man
said, Woman are connected to
those things….how you been, Capt…? My brother shrugged. Uaut…?, the man
said, I’ve aint been out on the streets in four days, dude…5-o us everywhere, he
said, pointing up at a sliver helicopter churning in the cool sky. The cops, he
said, Are everywhere tehse last few dais…Well, my brother said, Some idiot went
and shot a fucking cop like he was Wyatt Erp, fer Christ’s sake , what did they think was going to happen. The man
shook his head. Can you imagine, he
said, in our days someobody killing a cop over a drug charge, that’s what they say happened,
that this imbecile didn’t want to be caught with the heroin he had in the car…They know what happened, …?, I blurted
out. This is my brother Tony, my brother said to the man who looked singly like
the dude in animal house, do you mind if we dance wif yur dates,,,., which will
be outlawed soon enough now that virtuous Blutarskys have become SENATORS , a
joke from when I was a kid, not as funny now, whatever is…?, as Jews fnd out
why the Satyricon, was not, I repeat not
in Bill Clintons garlic stinking lists of fave books. Shit, the man said,Now, tehers a 40, 000 dollar rewards
now, half the town is snitching that dude, hes dead. So, my brother said, This
moron killed a cop, Jesus… I could see black wearing cops down the long street,
as it seemed more winter than not, despite it being a sunny pre holiday day.
Whatever yew
gotta do, Bra, the man said, Go do it
quick cuz the pooooleese are rustling everyone and everything, and
you are dark enough to count, heheheh…With
that, he smiled and walked across the street. Come on, brother said, Lets get in
and out before Fuckings watchmen guns us down for trespassing on our own house ,Fucing
Clinton[ beloved by Jesuits brethren who spoke Latin longer before me, he was
an alter boy, unlike I , I devoted to
Backus refused to be an alerter boy
angst bemired lt, and refused
doing the weddings and funerals he was paid, and asked to do by a dying local
family of hoods called Manderino, I wanted no part of it, and my father didn’t
want any part of them for me either,
Clinton never immersed him as he did me, as anyone can say they are a Roman,
especially in the shade of various woman’s skirts. Ouch.] and his crime bill bullshit, I cant wait till
she’s so infected he has to let her fall, my brother said,shwoiwng there’s a reason you, or she, lost
Pennsylvania that no amount of murdering people over their yard signs can ever
paper over. We went to the door, and I was nervous so as usual. What if its padlocked…?,
I asked ,making him roll his eyes. He moneyed with teh door and opened it up,
The palled was gloomy but not as bad as I would have thought. There was front on
old windows left open and it was cold. I clomped up the steps, to an old
officio. Save what you want ,he said, Im not comming back here again. Don’t leave me stranded
here I said, making him tsk. I looked at the old desk and the books hut
here in ever retrieved. United
states, the compendium of Gores, was too big,I only had one hefty bag, and
small at that. A box was marked props for WLM
never done , or ate last completed for a
film festival, which demanded actors in it to show more than just my
Italianate eye at framing things, I ahd to
show my ability to keep I geuss actors
from playing to the tenth row, as less a wellsain art as I ever thought filmmaking to be,but alas never pulled
it off in the thirty days I was given to make tehse croons pop with life.
Then again, as I was living
out scenes had augured, there was the roman cutlass I had bought as a talisman
and a prop for Italius ,and old man in a red
toga would I have made this live
action. I placed it in my coat, and too the Gun, a police derringer sort, which
knew in these mean streets at this meanest
time, to wrap in toilet paper and put in my Cowboys fleece, in which I was still awfully cold. Spam cocmis I
didn’t want to bother with, I left them to the city, a book, Gore Vidal’s Perpetual
war for perpetual peace an essay like 12 Caesars, denied for a rag called the new
Yorker, which gave us the nonfiction novel and razing Kane. I took that, and as
the rain allowed through seasons of open windows made some of the books ruins.
Also saved by me in this scavenger gift, was a few thors drawn and only bought
because they were drawn by a great
Italian artist named Simone, a Shazam,
power of hope, done in tabloid size and gorgeous
gouache in paint by Alex Ross, a wibderful painter who as I am told with Bill Clinton, gives
the feeble creations of deaperssion era pulpy national more credit than they deserve.
I grabbed a copy of National Lampoons
histories of comics, their maybe height point
as such things are verboten now as staire has become something they pay
you not to do, like grow wheat or carry a gun. I took the nutriments of
WLM, the leaves and tiara for the vestal,
the pop guns and the Roman knight shield, ect, and walked out and down the
rickety stpes, wanting to get out of this area , where a house nigger had lived
out his creed that Puffy and all the rest of
the house niggers of apostasy and RCA, never notice of care about or
see, as my father warned me almost as if a
dark bantam version of the wizard
Shazam,dint play into the ginners oafish rotgut, because if you do he said, I wont
be there to bail you ou,t boy, I didn’t send you to the priests become a Sicilian hood, and too, he said,
Francis Ford Copula, the man he disposed
of as a Brutus, he wont be there neither. I walked down the steps,
needing some help from a brother as was loaded up with cheap papers and mads
and a dvd burner and left a lot more than I wanted to, as I said, lets get the hell out of
heer as could still hear the silver blades of a poleeese helicopter whirring
in the browning, reddish, burnt sienna, hilly distance. ‘
And, alas guiltily after
dropping a box of prisma colors easter tints, all pastels for background, a
simple way to make sure the brightest ckosrs are in the fairground, as if Id ever pay that much attention, also
last retrieved was a book called ‘Broken Columns’. By Jove, you watch, the Jew
York Times soon enough as recently did for the big three, Frank Sammy and Dean,
no wait, Leo, Mickey and Raff, will say the renaissance artists are good as you
think. So, so long Charlie, it was nice having something other than a woman hysterically
bloviate a lot about a coming star wars, which I guess had to erase the last ones
in George’s notebooks, his epic, his saga from an addled Copula funded and
tinted roman work, its the life of Sejanus, JJ, dear, like Stanley you should have read some roman shit before you ended
up marling something you’d have to
disavow one day, and I in arts choo l knew
my share of wpople what hate you and it and
everything about it, as down to daddy issues,
as the fall is too too sad for gravediggers to contemplate, but know Francis apprentice
must have gone there. Here is the rather thin volumea, all that is left thanks
to these Vikings that Medved loves so much, who failed to admit to the saturnalia
qualities of Christmas as he’s more of a Lenten christen, a thin book of
intense charm, the Romans didn’t like pompousness, they didn’t like verbosity
,they didn’t like academies ,academies
were where children become prostitutes, like white girls at NCAA, states
a roman line said, nor tomes ,and lovedthe dirty joke MORE THAN THE MSISTESSES
NOW WILL ALLOW. An epic in that Italianate
way of disquiet and dresses and on Achilles no less, a roman in joke on what
the most Bitchy Greek probably was. Buy one, its only five bucks here, and is actually
enjoyable as opposed to all other Mediterranean mythology, which frankly I got
sick of hearing of Trojan horses and boys debased as brothers for land swindle
since 1972.
I find a black thing
already a relic called a floppy disk. I stand there, unwilling to take many of,
these image cosmist comics who vulgarly
adn thus vitality, I found a kind of
liveliness back when, but wasn’t larding myself out with these, exacting some
of Alan Moore’s Supreme. I sit down in the frigid abandoned room, and turn on
the e-machines relic still here and ruin meets ruin. It clicks on to that fake
window win to a fake meadow that I awoke to every day for a few years. I use
the dusty abandoned tower at the floor
by the seat, and click in the icon of the floppy dish drive A. A binge works
icons come yo and some Pictyres of STARLET WENDY sure to make into my various
heroines, Wendy I wanted to save, and some earliest pages of MS that were
scanned when still had one, a Lexmark I think. Sad I seemed to waste so much time.
A folder of yellow, WARLORDS it reads. Click. Over Ten files, KEPT here,
warlords a, warlords b warloards c warlords d, etc, etc…Other early files in mid frst
draftedness, Arms and the woman, Capotolina, BB and the mafia cops novel, all
in chapters of twnety pages as wrote
like that once. Warlords, a attempt of mine to make a Peckinpah in space, a
space opera that would have Mitchem no less in it. A true western in space.
What GL wanted do, as dont know why I actually feel bad for his epic, never
been as told my arts school buddies love of his strip-mining of
Tacitus or Hal Foster or whatever
it was, an artist ahs the right, or the obligation, to finish his saga,
casually when he went in[ know non
persona] Charlie Rose and compared that drivel to Dante. As sad as that is,
might be better than what the rest have in store, and I want to know what
merely you bought if dint want to use his Poliziano like circle epic about one
family. It is cold then, I am tired, I am exhausted then. But have gotten some art placed to show
I am failing better than ever before, I wonder since invited too send more to
Asimov, I should send the first chapter
of this Cattilus like answer epic, as answer
to the ruin , ironically, star
wars has become. I wanted to see the fall of Remus graves in space, instead as
I was told by devotees of it, a rehash of this malarkey thus all ways more
Flash Gordon than it was Parallel lives, much like the Clintons when one thinks
of it,see anyone can SAY THEY ARE ROMAN…the only thing that could make the gods
not destroy you for making Sejanus, really look It up, into Ming the merciless.
But then I never thought that Luke and
Obi were Dante and Virgil and certainly don’t now so, whets the connection…?, or is there one, since TopoGigio and Machete
predate Mickey and Clark Kent, as you keep Italo Calvino out of the prizes who they amazingly want back
from mop headed black cooks who didn’t kiss your hand enough. Saw fat bloated TV pitchman Kimmel make a
point to try, as we are all hard sell , to connect Trump to star wars, a long
way from Darth as Satan in the last canto isn’t
it George…?, the looks on the faces of them who have preened their Romanism have been positively
Zero like these last few years, by stating all he wants is to make the Empire
great again, as wonder if heard by Lucas I wonder if that wasn’t another low
point, as that’s what they’ve been doing
in Italy, or at least the Copolla family, for the last thousand years. Our
story begins on a giant planet orbiting before a giant white sun, a place named
Hesparia, as there was a space shot to send the
remains of italic writer Gian
Hespa into the moon, he knew was closer to us once, but it gets trapped in a vortex pigeonhole, and is sucked into a
planet of apes, where the collections of his millennial stories erected an mgm
like set in space with GV as his John
the Baptist, a new Tesus has fallen into a indigo sky, and a last knight now
named Ambra Rima, literally dark Poem, no blue eyed princess yearning for
freedom here, kids. goes to kill a
master he despises, nicknamed Smiley, on a moon called Dodge…I said it was sort
of like Capt Video meets Myra Breckenridge, but that didn’t help matters…
3. The days of womanish scansion have me saying to some laughs and approbation,
that I cant wait what with all these Jews being destroyed , I had hoped that adherence
to Bush would along the way revert to how they felt about Jews at
Bollaboolaland, you know, keeping them out,
over sometime a smallest of things, that I cant w ait to see Bill Clintons
next last Hurrah.
It wont be , not that it ever was, Spencer Tracy like,
but it will come and come with a stink
that it never really before, because how much will you have to pay these stupid
women to look Longley and lovingly at
the pharaoh who knew how to marquise as well as an Obama,Ouch, doth they lounge
so low…as in the last few days one major white man macher after the next has fallen
in a ten little Indians sort of fall that is alas more Hercule Perot than it is Cornelius Tacitus, Always aware elf
of shifting terrimotos, Mackers openly tells his dearest friend hag witchiepoo to
can it, and to get lost, ah the italic like mad, put out of business compile re and compiled in a
book I , like sincerest form of parody,
was left as fell to pages and let it go.
I do want to see Marius the great make his
triumph return as more than a few , today it is smiling weatherman emeritus
Matt Lauer, in a strange sanctimonious
being shown by the new York times when they
should have just admitted they like having Hispanic scabs clean their toilets,
as youll find as shall George Will and the Bushies, that as niccolo could have told
you, pretending you had ethics was your first mistake .As said, I smell
a mutual assured destrsuction quality
to all of this, as I wouldn’t be so glad were
I you, Stuffingenveleopes asI didn’t have to vavacte my offcie every
time Marius the geraat put a tie on the
door, hey I wonder if was the same…anyhow, I grew wearey of a triumph that
never ended, a farce that goes on too long, packed liens by Plautus, a
Coriolanus who won’t just go away, and almost every Italian worth his salt does,
as this circus is turning vicious now, kids, and frankly that worst of all
things, its something aghast Greek as medea wont get off the stage, and it
turns out you missed your cue Octavian
and now might just skeevve out the rest
of your life as Ovids Eccho, --a reason for that ill get to, as mite as anything,
as maybe by then, no one will want tie
hear anything you ever have to say again.
A commercial is on
television, not quite as awful as last years
Christmas with the Frankenstein’s , but done from the same liver. In it
a pretty mixed race gal, that means Brunette, in the ruins of Miramax land, but
merry if are allowed to say such a thing,
dances about until finds her dream partner, again high yellow as opposed to
Orange, a plausible check all boxes ethic type as Maureen would say at lunch, I
guess who was apology for the ladies ocne,
in that’s same mixed race attribute seen as a detriment only a few years ago, when you were all watching the sopranos, no I wont
forget that, a ginny jersey version of Bonanza. Since forced it cant be as
sweet as solid have been, but then, who needs sweet in a land where we are permeably
attacking at dawn, who needs sweet in new
Sparta, where even our faggots are always
ready to march and die and kill and are always on the rag. Or Pad should
you work at NO BIGGER CASTE, which is seemingly about to get theirs from the
Jew tork times, as again the Orborus OF Dante’s was always were Anti Trump was heading
as an eagle cant have two heads, no really his line, unless one is I guess
Polish, see…?, and well, neither bill at
not Jebbey were willing to be second in Rome, no matter what that ninny
from Oxbridge thought. I noticed the Palestinian drag that the colored boy was
wearing, again everything is hard sell, and I know I couldn’t have been the only
one, and downer if they’ll still be dancing
together when that first advent candela is lit, as somehow the bags of shit falling
and splattering in the ground have certain things they like to make evil always,
and don’t you forget it, although to be fair, that Beatrice aspects a loves om what
as see in seen Hollywood Jews a willingness to rape brunette starlets as opposed
pit them in their shifty puppet shows, as
the Jesuits called films.
As if I dont know that this was a cesspool of an empire, well,
he last few days of what has happened too a man named Chiano, clpse enpigh,
shows the Martins Scorsese black arts at their most bestowed. With only the most
ephemeral of third party hearsay, the dehumanization of those not fleshed by
mother comities as he, a graduate assistant at Penn state, and an Italian, don’t forget that
in plantation land and the archipelago of
antebellum south, that didn’t admire Jimmie V until dead, somewhere was involved
in this only episode of boylove, which the good and adjutant almost noble
enough to be jews fags now wish to expunging
from History, as the jokes of the bird cage have been passé now, as the last thing
we are allowed in drag at least when one
us dealing in the sacrament of holy
marooni-- matrimony, and get with the program bitch, we are amazingly without empathy,
which to me gives the game away, I don’t know what Button man of empre and crime family is behind this spasm of decency,
but that layer of Aquinas like lack of empathy
says much, as it says it all, I think. As
all good Americans now must be devoted to.
This seemed a bit much, even for water carriers as seen in
espn, that’s a shock, but it seemed par for our imperial course, but a bit more
draconian than even this dump does use. The dodos at Tennessee count imagine
binning some catholic in, and made it
look like they were all so decent and noble, we are gagging on decency lately, as
they are all against child rape,you understand, a strange newspeak word which attempets to say
somehow child molester doenst say it all, as it must not have when you were
still laighing precisely or preening tout Louis Ck. I got this letter
once….anyway, the last few days told me exactly what this country ash come with
crime families stele careening for power they maybe should have never had,
there is a vciouness that doesn’t work with the self imposed mute qualities
that as tunnels not as shameless has he was in youth Clinton has tried to
excise himself from, a circus that he no longer seems the biggest act. You
should have went to the farm as a roman might, old boy, it might have been time
to husband up and roman out and be a man, dare I say such a thing to a man who
essays he said he lives by the percepts
of Marcus Aurelius, do you middlebrows ever read anything escaped or even including
Shakespeare ..? ,and reign in your fucking shitty wife, as a Roman might, instead of beieng
kept in teh dark somewhere as snow even scions Times coy Brutus’s strat to
rethink that farce you put us all through.
As the outrage patrol is
tiring America out, but they don’t care as long as are paid, so you’re really
not that much better than those Sicilians you have looked down on as affable Jews
all your miserable lace curtain lives, Bushies. They hector and swath Trump which
just goes his again a stature ,against you, but why give away trade screts that
Bill hides as well now as he hides his own self, left bring up a backdrop of
our American Barnum unlabored in a land that so sanctimonious that they shutter
cicrueses as bomb the creation. Trump said something about Hiawatha, that white
woman hag, may I recall her laughing it
up as Al Al Franken dame his own sexually charge jokes at a gal he made his
Della on Sundance, ohhhhhoooo, but she
didn’t have the blouses and hair cut to pull it off, may I recall a skit I
write-in which , well was castigated for it, lets just call it the Nutty
Senator, as again saw all this coming when was pilloried for it, but then, saw
now reallllll nervous Jewvanal say Trump was a baby man , to which I said as opposed to that
Steve reeves who was prez in 1999, but he alas a good joe, Im guessing, HE
NEVER censored me ,as say did Colbert did when I mentioned his seeeestr. This
Nordic fold, thin lipped, whore, fleet street witch, cunt who oozed some bullshit dna 5 percent blood if that to guild
a lilly and get ahead, I guess too ugly or pompus or being to do it as woman have
scne Livia was a rival for Anton’s chrams with that slut her husband would destroy,
named Cleopatra. Ah but this didn’t stick and this wasn’t much mentioned after
the nearing shows, no early, as Bushes incompetence and Hilleys madness aren’t
as inculcated as either thinks. Niccolo’s second persona is waiting to owe at
them up. This wasn’t much mentioned, as these
aren’t the days to try to protect this fallen senate, god knows, as comedy wryest
angrily and bald facedly show up again, as must
I use that line froom Cornelius Tacitus again.The hist is that the once vaunted and honorable Roman
senate becomes an assembly of queens, a hall of bribery ,fakes, snakes, liars,
fakers, fumblers tumblers skimmers scammers, est. And now, with its head cut off,
lets all enjoy Christmas at the Prometheus ,a mixed metaphor if ever there was
one, and our sandstone monument out of which alot of people Rachel madddow smiled
at and with turned out to be abject perverts, and yet it was Trump who’s made her
stomach churn, at least on those days
the checks cleared, with THE NATIONAL BISCUIT COMPANY, GUNSHY WASN’T US, HASN’T
ALWAYS BEEN A GIVEN. BE THERE! I put it on
for my Ma, as I must revere again about a sketch I wrote as see my beloved
Cecily, dark angela, the sort jews throw
at darkies, the rest and whiter must be safe, you know, and think if a script in
these halcyon days when we all were able to hate and distract and dislike and
vote against Hillary,no not be betray 2016,but
2007-08,and my own Sister
Gertru—sorry , Mother Hillata lights the Saturnalia tree. And its flagging by ever vigilant Tina
Fey, oh I hope that fellow wayward Jesuit schoolboy gets you next, it is amazing
isn’t it…?,and how I augured that first Saturnalia after she was allowed to crowbar
her way into the praetorium, and the settng a fire of a Christmas tree, and
falling down, and brought to you by Keith Olbermann on work release from his many
SVU like restraining orders. I mean ,that made sense did it…? Olbermann
as perv ert, i mean thats gold jerrah,but Charlie ROSE….?WHAT…? Nut then, before she was demeaned
so heartily then by Jewvanal, didn’t Alex Wagnermax, didn’t she
imply that NBC was animal house but with a sheen of sanctimony that makes
everyone scik , you know, to get away with the unnoticed, given drones of a broadcast
partner… ?
An Asian girl, I’m big with
them, as have been since parents of boat lift pretty young gals wanted me thrown
out, out of a catholic school as I seemed too…lets say overacted for the tiger
mothers, gives me a cascade of likes and links to my Anti-Franken works and
other 2012 essays on face book as a way to get even with them. If resentment is
the mothers milk of politics again I
await the next time Marius the great whose anticipates and demands a peanut gallery to applauder on command.
Dafne is, I am informed, again too Ovid for a Rome that as I said, made me feel that Bill Clinton who
has the mea culpa of all with that tie,
its better than issuing the word Dick twacie in one,as you are addicted to living
your act, snap out if it, Lulu, as I said, Billy the kid reached me as sad, ah there’s that pesky empathy
again, causing those mobs of keyboard saints, boondocks all the way, who out think they can destroy anyone and
next will come the ramsomes, oh believe it, as Sicily might have been too
romantic a depiction for this dump, as Bill has turned on the Milanese housewives
before, I can tell you that. He strikes me of
Petronius in Salem.
First off, I am alerted, I have
misspelled Dafne, gosh, as only a white
woman could say, seeing an Italian she must feel superior to, no matter what,
as thinks of Italians as merely those Guido’s
who have been villains and clowns in every film haggled Moms Whoop has ever
been allowed to be in before used up her
4. An important story, ah but if satire gives the game away,tragedy si a too
long break in the applause sign being clicked on and off for a Colbert who was willing and eager to do
anything other than be funny. Like I said it wasnt Trump still than at NBC,
like so many about to be escorted off the Rock,
by by securitaeeee, who kept lil sis out of the assembly of queens as didn’t
want you havaing an in in the cloak room, punk. It is I am told by these hags,
a story what…is it…?, romanticizing rape culture, whatever that is, as last times
aw this some hack bitch was explaining as what keeps her devoted to a Jewish senator who actually committed his vulgarity to Kodak paper, as if I ever even cared, as I’m
sure they save you forth so later if need be slamming of the golden door that
Trump made the mistake of actuary mentioning and not just Chheccch, la port, AND WALKING WAY LIKE FRANKIE FIVE ANGELS. Of course it says something that a nation that imbibes all those death
comedies and films noted by Homer Simpson in that run down of such films that showed
us what Romero hath wrought. That a story from Ovid’s is so bothersome to these
hags, and
The sun god doesn’t rape her
at all, Maybe too esoteric for thugs who voted for Clinton or pretended to, did anyone,…? but schemes
for her ass as an anchorman might, and she slips and falls and devoted to her
chasteness, ah theres the rub, already she ahs no future in journalism, I read Answered prayers, dears, and she begs
her father or mother earth to turn her into, of
all things, a tree, an early variation
of conservation, but then if you erally belied vthat shit, someone would notice that that Bozo kingpin Amazon warrior
queen stands on an empire made of corrugated cardboard. A gal I knows sends me
a post, NO AMAZON CHRISTMAS, as 650 acres of trees, I am told will be cut down for
this schemata’s I was certain would be vacated since you love Arabs so much,
juts not close too Jedah of the apple store,
that all. ANTI-AMAZON CHRISTMAS ,OR SOME SUCH THING, I wasn’t planning on it anyway,
as I like Saturnalia shopping and dont like screaming my needs into a a micreopheone
that may or may not go to the kind of pigmen who say them are with Kaeperdick, and then disappear as well as a Clinton when that
officer was down. It is turned down, as
the black woman had to turn down my Rapture but that woman liked that much more,
as white woman think they are somehow so very decent and bola and good, as I
recall your every fat joke made, for that not Steve Reeves, and wonder whey Letterman will lose whatever he has, as
thing either mean something or you’re
juts a hack. They distain my Braega DAGO carnie too, also sent in, as my watching
Maude isn’t securely the stuff of an essay. Talky, but an attempt none the
less, I email back it wasn’t Maude I was
watching, I’m no liberal hack, it was Adriane Barbau who beguiled me that warm
summering night, memory and standing up
for her mother when as usually as all
liberals disdain in Norman Lear turned into a wet sponge and a fraud. What does that matter…?,
well, I explain, because she is a handmaiden of Signora Fortuna that I have
adored since a boy, and too, just to be a bitch, earley in his run as a
Triplicate girl who is on the rims of late night, now that Carson is dead, AB
was on Jimmy Ols—Fllall—Kibble ,and she
sat there, a bit nervously as was in with fellow dago thuggish woppish pig the sort
my father wished me not to be even though I
was built like a Thug, and do
remember this girl, if I may, the nest time
this smiling dimwit portends he’s some voice fleabag liberalism because he thinks
Colbert in staking him fall off a mountain, that this lovely woman was being
ogled by this perpetual boy and he got up and dropped his pants as she sat there dumbfounded ,you know,
since this matters now. And so, lest at the lightening of the saturnalia tree,
lest bring out some pop hack with an
Italian name to sole something no catholics ocuety would ever do, as my Ma asks, what’s this stripper here fer…?, as she
meows and groans her thigh high booted figure through Santa Baby…
So, the epic of Dafne
didn’t work as I had hoped,but turend it
into a comic book script that someone is instated in, as they like my idea of a
Roman king Arthur strip, as did, to be faor,
Bill, which should have warned somebody what was happening. I did get some more stuff included, which was all I wanted this year anyway, as this wasn’t the day,
the hour, the moment, the year, too lecture wops about what you can say about
some mahgada, who frankly did more damage
to Hillary, again me as Niccolo Polisci student and not that I care or resent it,
and to the democrats than Trump ever did, and think she does recall that, don’t take the Tylenol Germanicus, as that hag witch has
been decrementing and demeaning Hilary for two years and there with three weeks from
an election Miss Grundy , ot is it Solomon, anyway Pocahontas with an Nordic fold in case you thought thinsg weren’t stacked and crooked,why Trumps and cattilines make it as far as they do,
I still wonder of a Boy Octavian on the pier, we don’t all for get prayer envelopes, Rachael dear…you see this
day you lectured me about WHAT I cans ay about something rimmed from that’s senate, it saint no senate, mother
fucker, not this war loving crowd of scardycats who sued taxpayers money to pay
their trrrrrrrammmmppppps, while throwing people off unemployment insurance while cooking the
numbers to just get above zero….zero…? ,when
three last Etrsuca—ohm sorry Sioux, who sold out to Snyder, see ,this day I was
told what I could say about a senator, but boy need to brush up on your
Petronius, no less, but do you need to read up as Bill has, a senator above reproached,
wow, this w as the same ddday that Jewish murals said that the jersey shore was
coming back to TV, lest you think things aren't soiling out of control. So good luck Miser Gödel, I do hope you as you did this miserable
thanksgiving, for you I had a ball,
downloaded and won a DVD of MSK3000, in which went out of your way to knee
cap the Cowboys and a black quarterback pressed into service in cheese land was
screwed over for a qb who has multiple
rape allegations in this year, so, happy saturnalia and aren’t you just a genius at this, ah but
the times, middlebrows Delphi announces no one is betting, much less fantasizing,
so …, I hope Madden laughed that up, you need bad calls and imperial fiats to get,
hopefully Rottensburgere in the super bowl on The channel of 21, OHHHOOOO… I believe
what’s better than that…? This was the day you actually thought that a senator,
no less, if somehow more important than the peoples whose decline and fall
should sue this shit hole for copyrighting infringement, as that’s SENATE and all
who slither from it has become fallen and there isn’t a Sallust on the steps to
tell you to take your dictations and shove
it Up your decadent asses. I really must appologea for my Roman up
untidiness and smarmy wise guises, as thought
at the time your connecting this hell
hole of shot cops and women playing
victims, that ninny coon will be on Jimmie
Jimmy Kimmel for a televised rim job in the first year of another mans
interregnum because, everyone now, Decorum is fer suckers, as some hacks send
me a update about the evil of maps now, that funny because I have a cartoon
about maps right herrrrreee… which is strange because if you read them you’d
have known not to bomb that place called a hospital, or famously where Magnus
Leptis was, but we are making omelets, I
admit was wrong apply the yahoos Macers and the rest were right brining up the story of
Julius Caesar, which was done well, and not meanly, but to gain a
certain echoing humanity in many of the stories about Africa by Dr Henry Gates,
in a lovely show I WATCHED MUCH OF RELEGATED TO PBS 3 so we could resolve
Vietnam, shit nigger I read Virgil doubt I need this, about how similar we all
are, fiascoes for everyone, a comedy tonight!, and the dignity and in the tragedy of Julius Caesar , as if one recalls, actually
the senate lost that one, too.
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