Governor Cuomo will isolate whomever you want in public transit with ebola victims!

after an enchanting morning preparing for winter celebration while having to listen to Haunted House and Hunt Beautiful extravaganzas organized in a middle, upper middle class neighborhood in Queens, the Bayside area by the cave people that encountered Richard the Lionhearted.s crusade wherever he slept and still feel honored by it @ Saint Nicholas- the reverb thanks to stiff bathroom walls, which is really what they/re here to spy wearing acrylic pelt prints, the actual fur not good enough for a Russian Jew, imagine them-the estranged family, whose father.fucked is now immortalized in Barbie, the prosthetic, and, as a lonesome pine, Frank Marzella, for nonesuch than Marilla Palmer, whom, 23 years strong, is still avenging the existence of visual arts in Art Forum, Art in America, and the Whitney Museum requiring  membership dues from me for not answering my queries, for her husband.s twiddly beer.keg punk and awning movement on me, because, Peter, it.s obvious she would know you, but no one her
and
noneother than Mr. Williams the Conqueror, Karl Lagersfeld and Roy Lichtenstein, who both admitted during  surround sound targeting as pheasants all catholics and immigrants from 1850+ in said neighborhood, thought it opportune to admit they have no talent, steal along stereophonic lines, and need the original artist to be sequestered in a psych institution to contninue to do so.

RE: Contact the Venice Biennale, and auction houses, possibly the fall collection cat.walk.a.thon will you contribute? to detail this latest extravaganza we as fleshily unaware, happy sandpipers on  vacation could not possibly articulate intelligently to anyone, ever.

at 11.56am more fetidness behind my transfer to a co.op in Bayside is unearthed by the very own Condalisa Rice, who, tired of brain.stunted commoners like US citizens, couldn.t take her linens anymore, and indignant that they could not understand how classy her Republican Party is, shouted in the megaphone -why not Hello Kitty karaoke?- -is there a suggestion box?-hand held by a Dutch Kills brass patrol badge of courage for The and the Occasions, and, as a special frosting on the chocolate cupcake, in Italian, -the tooth is George Bush.s!- meaning my molar they.ve been knocking their claims in at night, while I sleep, after they break in, no sign of forced entry, inject me with who knows what and do damage. After all, why would I suspect a mother who had a family court crisis when she wanted to rent the Bayside home, another when she wanted to sell the house in Valley Stream, and yet a third when, I was supposed to abandon this house, for the fun of 3 and a 1/2 real estate pro.pedophily and nazifascist confederate torture erotoantropophagy and murder businesses connected 2 floor tenant and Alessandra Mussolini, caught shouting, not unusual, to a gay politician, on Porta a Porta, a news show that plays as its soundtrack the theme for Gone with the Wind -Who do YOU think you are? -I.m FASCIST!- ,-illegal in Italy-and another who experimented selling her body as a prostitute on Francis Lewis Boulevard, say, an urban Long Island Expressway with only houses, kids of the world on bikes and landscaped trees to interrupt the dullness of brick by brick travel, not even on the zoetrope slide show of Mc Donalds-Wendy.s-Best Western-The Church of Jesus Christ the Savior-Mc Donald.s-Wendy.s-Best Western and...through Marilla Palmer who had the same kid on a bike appear on the mall of Eastern Parkway by the library and the museum so he could recognize me in a line.up, this for THE Queen of England who needed a quick US refry of a hecatomb to celebrate the London Olympics with through cops vocally opposed, and without prompt, to abortion, Medicare, Medicaid, food stamp programs unless they could embezzle money from them.

As the entire, Cult of Frank paddled its way back into sound with a -I injected ebola in your bananas while you were asleep!- then contacted a psychiatrist who thinks eating pickles degenerates the gourmand into sorry states of manic depression, the artist who changed his name into bipolar.

An added contribution came, expectedly, from Jewish Fascist Youths at Queens College, CUNY, claim the right to shoot me on campus, anticipating Benedict Arnold.s recent change of fortune to bless both Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger for the Chilean golpe any moment, and saving for an individually tailored persecution, a verse of the Divine Comedy for each of their families, to off Italians by, who by shape of  foot, who by eye color, and in my case, by location of immigration of both father and mother, color of hair on my body even if they say shiksa, for the Queen of England, and gender too, after having run into Wallace Shawn some days after exiting abruptly from Yossi Milo.s gallery after I had been told by the receptionist at Taglialatella that the gallery was one avenue block west, with a curveball gesture, both of whom have been sending me unexpected gallery opening emails, Taglialatella refusing me Gallery Guide Guides and M, and after intense prying as a CIA operative, and leftist terrorist, Shawn resisted valorously to answering  -what are you doing these days-busily hanging his head in a bashful titter, and not immediately after.

Nothing from Bill Maher yet, but Jon Stewart booked time in noise all day yesterday hoping it would froth into a precipitous intervention by police wearing Cracker Jack spy rings
 to cart me off to a psych hospital for years, and years, and years, and then S.Mores in Wien.s yellow and white baroque ritual slaughter inn on the way to the cathedral because I drink Pabst, oh, boy.

Bettern Mandy Potemkin bulging his eyes on sometime ago Charley Rose saying he, oh he would get me sunk in a psych pool is right, as a dangerous 1776, year of God, subversive.


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