The Song and the Letter

In refusing to disclose details about my condition of schizophrenia, I asked the inquisition to first listen to the song from petergabriel’s SO on which he used me, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRDDT9OkOqw

to understand some facets of the washing of the brainwash, and the letter my mother wrote to Sound Mental Health about that song, to which she never listened, after throwing away the years of correspondence with Gabriel when I was in jail in Iowa for public shrieking.

https://craryjames.wordpress.com/2015/01/08/mothers-letter-to-sound-mental-health/

Depiction involves selection. This is not the same thing as symbolism. Refit the lens to your own experience. There was something terribly, terribly Pittsburgh about the nail that was put in my sandwich as a child. The galling chickenliness of foreign English, instead of warning they just started lying about everything while representing the criminally insane (with whom they threw in) and extreme scientific brutality as miracle work, exactly as if Ronald Reagan and John Lennon stood for the same thing. There is something almost (by contrast only) reassuring in the cold psychopathy in the skies of HitlerReagan’s call for Star Wars by compare with the occupational doublespeak and studied disingenuousness of Yoko Ono’s child pornography mission call to Starpeace, the ugliest euphemism ever coined.

There is no war loyalty when it comes to women. I was tortured in ways that are unfit for speech, and of course the women piled on. It is a case of child bondage mutilation, unprovoked terror hate crime of a holocaustal and surreal dimension, sacrificialist murder attempts, which are scheduled yet to succeed, soul assassination for race entertainment, mind rape, prolonged cruelty, and peonage by deranged false witness syndicate identity crime with media pull. Women see only the humiliation. Humility and magnanimity have been banished from our character.

A chilling monologue cases the idea of spiritual honesty where there is an inquiring mind, a persecution of the soul. Many of the retorts and seminars are familiar concerning forgiveness and hate. Anti-Racism, which seeks the heart of things in America, isn’t just a sentiment it is a form of knowledge. Race is an illusion. In suggesting pity for the terrible strength of bigotry it isn’t pity for how they harmed you, but pity for the illusion that rules their sick selves. Sometimes remorse for the deluded and self-betrayed is overwhelmed by the consequences of their crimes.

When the Hill District burned after the death of Martin Luther King, it was seen as an expression of anger, yet if that nail that was put in my grilled cheese as a child had been swallowed and killed me, my father’s anger would have been born in what? It was in other words a riot of tears. It is important to understand when defiled by the drone of King Crimson and Yoko Ono, who litanize that tears are white lies and that I should have, having paid 3.50 for the sandwich, by rights eaten the nail.

version:

In refusing to disclose details about my condition of schizophrenia, I asked the inquisition to first listen to the song from petergabriel’s SO on which he used me, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRDDT9OkOqw
to understand some facets of the washing of the brainwash, and the letter my mother wrote to Sound Mental Health about that song, to which she never listened, after throwing away the years of correspondence with Gabriel when I was in jail in Iowa for public shrieking.

https://craryjames.wordpress.com/…/mothers-letter-to-sound…/

Depiction involves selection. This is not the same thing as symbolism. Refit the lens to your own experience. There was something terribly, terribly Pittsburgh about the nail that was put in my sandwich as a child. The galling chickenliness of foreign English, instead of warning they just started lying about everything while representing the criminally insane (with whom they threw in) and extreme scientific brutality as miracle work, exactly as if Ronald Reagan and John Lennon stood for the same thing. There is something almost (by contrast only) reassuring in the cold psychopathy in the skies of HitlerReagan’s call for Star Wars by compare with the occupational doublespeak and studied disingenuousness of Yoko Ono’s child pornography mission call to Starpeace, the ugliest euphemism ever coined.

There is no war loyalty when it comes to women. I was tortured in ways that are unfit for speech, and of course the women piled on. It is a case of child bondage mutilation, unprovoked terror hate crime of a holocaustal and surreal dimension, sacrificialist murder attempts, which are scheduled yet to succeed, soul assassination for race entertainment, mind rape, prolonged cruelty, and peonage by deranged false witness syndicate identity crime with media pull. Women see only the humiliation. Humility and magnanimity have been banished from our character.

McCartney’s real partner wasn’t Lennon. It was HitlerReagan. Riding an absolutely despicable terror fraud crusade in criminal dementia about Leslie Katz these galling, chickenly, worthless worthies in horror sadism, used the logical direction of AIDS protest for deception, feeding it knowingly to trigger a lucrative backlash and called it Queer Moralism. Saruman/Sinfield, it’s a dark laugh they bode.

A chilling monologue cases the idea of spiritual honesty where there is an inquiring mind, a persecution of the soul. Many of the retorts and seminars are familiar concerning forgiveness and hate. Anti-Racism, which seeks the heart of things in America, isn’t just a sentiment it is a form of knowledge. Race is an illusion. In suggesting pity for the terrible strength of bigotry it isn’t pity for how they harmed you, but pity for the illusion that rules their sick selves. Sometimes remorse for the deluded and self-betrayed is overwhelmed by the consequences of their crimes.

When the Hill District burned after the death of Martin Luther King, it was seen as an expression of anger, yet if that nail that was put in my grilled cheese as a child had been swallowed and killed me, my father’s anger would have been born in what? It was in other words a riot of tears. It is important to understand when defiled by the drone of King Crimson and Yoko Ono, who litanize that tears are white lies and that I should have, having paid 3.50 for the sandwich, by rights eaten the nail.

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