" WE LOST OUR QUEEN TO OUR INDO-ARYAN PROJECT" : ON THE 7 TRAIN, IN THE BOROUGH OF QUEENS, REVEALED.INDO-ARYANISM WAS AND IS PURE BUNK: OR, THE SWASTIKA AS A SUBWAY SEAT ARRANGEMENT FOR DISAPPEARANCES AND HOUSE TAKEOVERS. OR, OPPOSITES KILL YOU.

There I was, minding my own business returning home after having to buy roomy comfortable shoes for 34 dollars at Croc's since mine predicted heel gnashing and Croc's was the best I could find even though I was cooled twice out of there by an Eichmann chiaro scuro team of Africans who claimed that they needed the shoe size to scan the sale. I said 8, he grabbed the shoe and said another number Tapiero knows and will try to damage or substitute: he already stole two sets of Crocs I had in the past, one of which he returnedafter picking my lock  in a better fitting shape on the sides than they were: the symbolism doesn't die: an Italian genocided, or ai lati, to the sides, backward. They must have been stretched by George Bush impersonating an Indian scout in your time of peril. They were worn in Alabama, since the dust on them was apleasant terracotta red, me being metal cracked: a promise of a beating. Where has the mystery gone, one might wonder? And the size is the same as that controlled by the inheritor of the Davis fortune, who slums as a cashieer on Amsterdam Avenue.
His lighter Yaro syrup was standing North of the cash register, which is as far as Africa got by colonizing Arabs. So, I'm sitting North, and an irritated Savoia King George in work wear sits South east of me, before an empty seat, meaning I'll disappear somewhere in Northern Italy via Lega, or annexed territory, reminding me also of my place on the globe, while she came from a British brothel instead to claim she was a French dynasty hell bent on helping Italians create Italy in the 1860's, but all she wanted to do was to gnaw on some ossobuco. Then there's a Mott Japanese Bourbon based in the Filippines(It's not racism when Chinese speak of an endemic round eye) sitting to her left,in front and opposite of me, Bourbon being the Southern Italian reign of stupid that played the enemy down South, to keep the food supply steady from Sicily, meaning I can disappear down South as well, everywhere Samarcanda. They are siesta people, and this is reflected in their fucking thought, creatures of the long torture by scansion through organ pipes. So I think, there must be opium field in India. To my immediate right plops their version of  Aztec, who populates ziggurats in Egypt as tombs and in Mesoamerica as temples. There was a bevy of copper teeth braced Edward IV, Muntbatten  and Jefferson Davis Aztecs laughing at me, mentioning my name, and pointing me to the sky, until I eat my brother from somebody's ass I can't be like them, copper being the need to seize farmer's lands and torture Chileans in the 70's coup which Nixon and Kissinger apologized for when only the finger peeling and forced guitar playing was discovered. They descended Woodside, Queens, New York City. The pattern created was a bank account shaped one, facing me, so East to West, the center held by the mall, the concentration camp, the space between the seats, which were, since 1860, against the sides of the cars, an irresistible impulse, which set Italians scrambing on both continental sides to prevent waking up to bite marks. So, since the Bourbons, whose capital was Napoli, were the original developers of the railroads, (wouldn't you get the hell out of there?) and that's a series of rectangular spaces, Strassen's pave' diamond setting thus honored the wrists of menstrual flow suppers since strasse is the neapolitan for costume jewelry set like pave' diamonds. Those rectangles signify house numbers as well, since they couldn't abduct and ammass people in small farmy spaces contemporaneously. That space, including my disappearance after the true Indio takes over my world, and, including only the Bourbon opposite me, not the Savoia King George III river pearl multiple strand wearer, (Lauren Sage just though of accessing my blog to point out that Savia is a child's grateful, jealous ped version of Savoia, and could be interpreted as sage. Then again, you'd have to know what a lady's finger is to get to the bottom of this, and I resent her hacking, so go figure alone) ...that space, as I was writing, and thinking, leads from the swastika arm to an upside down T, or, a 180 degree angle, or angolo piatto, in Italian, meaning dish. So, you arrange a house takeover at crossroads in a 90 degree angle, and then scoop me out like a heroic German, te desco, meaning I set you on a dinner table, while Germania is a reference to brotherhood which Marta Tapiero resents as a mouth to feed , since she and her brother are tiny pieces of one another and why shouldn't we all be.So the Squid of England is waiting to feast on us as allies, since she likes mashed potatoes the best, and can use Hiro (Hir a goneeaten) Ito as a whaling partner, anytime, anytime.