Point In Question:
This Ain.t Rock And Roll, This Is Genocide
Diamond Dogs.David Bowie
Just finally got to even find a window in time to edit a blog of mine It.s The Other Vogue, Darling. Out of so many posts only two survived a senseless, genocidal need to destroy by hackers obsessed with their own sense of self.aggrandizement substituting my content with long winded, senseless and paranoid text completely alien to the point in question.
vanished, disappeared, like my appointment,by the people to the chairmanship of Queens Community Board 11, my honorary senatoriale seat in Italia, my vote for the European Parliament, $120.00 dollars swallowed whole by russian cossacks because I shop at a drugstore created by an Italian American and a Jewish American,my original TeLeGrAfItE blog at L.Espresso first,then typepad, without even informing me of the sale, to be obliterated through tudor oath of supremacy and nazifascist confederate slavist agglutinations in industry, two deposits vanished because both spectrum and manhattan ministorage needed to show the breath and extent of harm caused by a secessionist carolinas movement, billed a month in advance by people who conceal to their employer, The New York Times that their prime objective is to destroy the very truth of my existence only because I live in a misconceptualized " red " town since it's name Auburndale, or Bayside, makes it communist, in a world which understands communism to mean nothing other than a monopolising arm wrestling between teams set up to quota and pillage, to continue to quota and pillage, like a never-ending and immense gap if a maw meant to feed continuously,with no retention or satisfaction or saturation in view, operative only in one finality, and one finality only, a narcissistic crossover into a process called destruction that obliterates presence for an empty and venomous dance move called nothing.
Since 2000, still at it,after even a consular abduction and an almost interminable number of abductions,life threats, type-busy hacking .
pervasive, I.m a walk of life that must necessarily be eliminated only for the sake of elimination, a place an order, do the job enterprise that bowls you under its weight and it's lies and its opportistic finalities until you.re stuck listening to how jealousy made them kill their youngest sibling at 5 and 24/7 death threats placed your way at 2 second intervals each, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again until that.s the only reality in existence, all kowtowing, bowing to its largesse of pain and distress you should be grateful for, a just me and my penpals perspective, a mob of bloodthirst and gore, functioning on empty in a tank doped up by sugar dieselwater just to do, and laugh about, and start over with the same finality in mind over and over and over and over and over again, the proof is in the rationalization of the doing.
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