Naturally, they interpreted all that as an invitation to go ahead.   What exactly is it that could make genocide so funny for London, Seattle and Pittsburgh?  Is there more to it than an unrivaled police joke on Jimmy?   

      To see the indications from the industrial communication, again refer to the script itself.  Burstyn objects, “Ain’t it weird how all I wanted to say has already been written?”  These letters came to me at the time of a British industrial encryption from the same Axis portfolio of Duke Edward reading, “acknowledgement to DT.”  It was also when an assailant attacked me with slaughtering blows to the head on the baseball diamond who then went on to murder Dean Tierno.   Regard then my point here, the Burstyn script can be said to play into a theory known as Fluxus (Yoko Ono’s calling) which formulates a recurrence of terms from all and everything.  So what do you suppose was reported by everyone’s recount of the night Dean Tierno died?  “Tell me it wasn’t Dean.”

        Despite the obvious teamwork with the writers of the script, the Obamas mongered that the script was adopted and the result was a theory of opposing teams.  One outcome of this Opposing Teams Theory is that Saoirse Kennedy was killed by the Ono good guys.   Opposing teams theory emerged (they say resulted) in British company legend when Ming Na Wen and Fenton Bresler announced that I was framing Reagan subconsciously as a Manchurian Candidate programmed to unnatural aggression.  This was the drone despite my editorial defense of Reagan.  Faced with reality (that I defended Reagan) they rendered the change anyways because the Green Party was actually built to hack into the storyline when the time was ripe, just as they hacked my letter to Leslie and injected what they claimed was there to create a toxic shroud and moral bias in favor of the idea that the whole thing was a good plan just meant to be adopted.  All this was to be accepted at face value.  The brutal hun-like attacks on me were discharged as meaningless and Eno took over, announcing his agency by the usual method of name signifies, a boy named Emad at CMU, (boy was ‘e mad, emad and eno = nomad, a predictor of 911 and the plan to trash Arabia).

       For found art it is most mysterious that the ingredients for people salad were already on hand.  Fenton, the name of a street for the National Association for the Deaf is a good example, so is John Lucarelli in its many signifiers when broken down into units.  

      Given that Exxon and Trump are set and ready to wipe out all of human heritage, a little fudging of events at a grade school in Pittsburgh doesn’t amount to much when the fortunes’ children of Obama are making landstakes.  The on hand and primed hackers announce they are reconstructing the past to fit the bill (for who, by the way, mainly proven museum thief John Shulman, formerly a darling of their informants) to create a persona, by their own admission, of an unconscious abductee after brutal assault with the goal being to contradict the idea that they are morally challenged individuals.  We even know from the script that the cars on the movie set weren’t stolen, were only made to look that way to the object lesson under review for spite and malice.

      The idea that rival daimyos emerge from strange, oriental response to perceived insult is categorically the oldest myth in Japan, one of patience and revenge, surrounding hostilities sewn by a trickster named Kira, the very name prominent in the script.

      There was, in other words, a military reason that analysis and evaluation of British prog rock wasn’t permitted in the colleges they battered with sound waves and hallucination.