In Cruel Gun Story, a Japanese film made summer of 63, released Winter of 64, figuring prominently in my Film Project, syncopated, as it is, to The Killers, an identical movie made in America during the same time span, they say, “the keys are held by the passenger.”  The Japanese diplomat with Wade and Ruby in Dallas Police HQ is a sign the fascists stole America’s arsenal with the help of LBJ.  The technocracy online, which is a non-aggression treaty, spun their master narrative from studios around the Texas Schoolbook of Gail Burstyn in which the name James MacRyland Crary figures prominently.  Much comes across noting what Greg Karl called forces impinging on Jimmy Crary’s experience, notably Boiler Room podcast and Blast Furnace Radio, where giggly pangs of conscience attend the extermination of Gaza.

       I go by Mac Crary these days, but it is still the same old world, Reagan’s branch of the Army, which featured John Wayne, singing in German, contributed servicemen grudge and veteran on civilian hate crime to the event in Dealey Plaza, around which several studios provided details for Rashomon-like analysis where no two accounts agreed. It was Hollywood, and Russia, at their worst, egged on by worthless worthies, notoriously the pile on Israeli Oliver Stone who upped the temperature to pull off Gail Burstyn for Toon.  Epstein was a stun bomb lobbed into the beauty parlor of America’s self-esteem, a private showing by Yoko Ono of Cannibal Girls in which AOC came dressed as Cher, promoting the various Karens and Silkwoods of the West, naked escapees of Immigrant detention at the Carousel Club.

        In the 3 mirrors of neo-Hitler franchise, aka former Beatles, the execution of JFK over Hiroshima transfers to me through CMU with a hotwire organized by the scriptwriters.  9 wives Galloway traveling the world on Wattenmaker’s wizardry ran sex energy through queerball’s head so that the boiler blasters could cover for Zell, thus building momentum to smash Gaza over which they pout.  The truce of abnegation with Russia comes from Sandbaggra La from a time when genocide was smothered in salacious details enjoyed by wisebeards learned in calling boy chattel by the name of practitioners for their wives.  The salacious fury led to the rave massacres by the Epstein brotherhood of moral armies.

         Spin, blackout and denial trustees gave rise to a time of new lows.  The salacious smokescreen from tabloid zone lampoon maniacs found the pale liberals gasping in despair as the comedy of beauty parlor fictions bottomed into school bombings that made Birmingham’s ordeals look kosher.  As if making a mockery of HIV by 911 wasn’t enough, a bowling alley full of deaf kids was shot to hell over Tony Levin’s souvenir box.  A Tass ordeal in Pittsburgh, where Toon’s ghostwriter Abdul Eisenstat pipped, if you can’t bark with the big dogs stay on the porch, found two Pink F’s named Waters with Boom Boom the bellydancer, but for all the yinzer mirth over deep conditioning of the golem, whose research recapitulates Lumiere, the overthrow by fascist thought control, neo-Hitler neuroguardsmen and their choir of fetus defenders derives its power from the 3rd mirror, not the Third Reich.

         The platoon of Rashomon is configured by Lennon’s Houdini to a spiritual cleanse of the golem.