SALUTE TO ALABAMA, THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
"But maybe, just maybe, the narrow majority in Alabama has sent both Trump and the country a message. We are fed up with your cynicism, we are fed up with your effort to break us into tribes, we want a president who is a uniter, not a divider, because we have big hard work to do as a country right now--and! it can only be done together."
A TASTE OF THINGS TO COME!
DIRT FISH. FIRESTONE WALKER. FEARLESS IS MAKING EVERY MINUTE COUNT. HOLLYWOOD LIGHTS. POZZI. GET FRESH WITH EDIBLE ARRANGEMENTS. THE DEVIL HAS HIS MIRACLES TOO! SEATTLE MAKER. SEATTLE FABRICS. JOANN FABRICS.
BANANAS. BOOBS. BUFFALO CHIPS! LOL.
I am sorry to use, James Kennedy, like I do, but women, love, to read, about him. The other morning, after I had the dream, that is cracking me up, every time, I think about it, just knowing him, and predicting the path, that I thought, this relationship, if there were to be one, had to take, and, it seems that it did, at least through, my dreamscapes! LOL. Just by way of reminder, back in November, 2014, during the 50 year anniversary, of the Kennedy Assassination, I not only wrote about, President Kennedy's death, but, wrote about, my theories, about, the death of John F. Kennedy Jr., so, after basically, being run out of Kalispell, later, Missoula, in less that two days, I headed to Butte, Montana, where I had never been, and wanted to check out, it didn't surprise me, that, a Kennedy of some sort, would show up, to see, who was writing their blog, on his family, and doing it with such, passions, and at that time, so into it, that, I actually, screamed, I was so, pissed, that someone, could, actually, plot and kill a modern day president, and one so young and so, good, so influential, and later, his brother, a former, U.S. attorney general, running for the senate! Older, I was, actually, in pain over, the whole thing, like I was incapable, of doing or understanding at age, 9, but in light of having the CIA, meet with my clients, connecting me to Trump, the Las Vegas Journal, Republicans, and Mormons, who, had run me out of my home, taking away, my life, my law practice my family, friends, and my comfort, I was as pissed at the CIA, as President Kennedy was, just days before his death, when, he said he was going to rip them, into a thousand pieces, for giving him, miss information, on the Cuban Missile Crisis, continuing as if he was not the President, too young, or what, and sending arms to the rebels in Cuba!
I have had, three and four star generals, track me down, at homeless shelters, Palestinians, Israelis, Pakistanis, and other men, in Las Vegas, want to date me for the exposure my blog, gives and issue, going all over the world, since, just days after I started writing it, so why not a Kennedy, after about, two weeks writing my blog, on my theories, and some of the things, I learned in law school, from a former, Warren Commission Report, Evidence professor, who ended up with a brain aneurysm, right after, he told us, that the governments version of the magic bullet, was totally bogus, and he gave us the 8 shot theory, that the facts, and the players, seemed to indicate, that there was much more to the assassination, than, the simple, lone wolf, shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald! After all I had been through, with death threats, actual attempted homicides, poisonings, etc., there is nothing, that would surprise me, like, using, Carolyn Brochette, or whatever, her name was, married to John F. Kennedy Jr., and her sister, to cover, saving him, for Jackie Kennedy, who lost so much, hoping to preserve him, for a chance to get revenge on the CIA, and the other presidents, who killed the young, unexpected, man of the PEOPLE! There, as made sense, was, at least on my part and seemed on his part, with all the lame pick up lines, that, there was chemistry, even at a deeper level, going beyond, the physical realm, to the spiritual, and that connection, has continued to as late as a few weeks ago, last time I wrote about him.
CLOTHING SYMBOLISM--NOT THIS GAL, NOT THIS TIME!
Readers, who have followed this blog, know, that, James, came in, tossed and tumbled, handsome, biker looking dude, and I didn't know, at all, if he was, a Kennedy, before the attraction, hit me like a ton of bricks! Even looking for that lost wedding ring, that I had, distained, looking for freedom, always, preferring, singlehood, over, being tied down, in marriage, so, shocked, and alarmed, when, this psychic, phenomena, of looking down, at my wedding ring hand, looking for something, that never was there . . . that strange, connection, has continued, to last time, I wrote about James, or John, totally makes sense, that, he would have lived, to stay alive, just like, James did, not using his real name, but claiming his, lineage, an American prince if there was one! However, in all my wisdom, being way tied up with the 2016, presidential elections, writing daily, like I do now, this was just not the right timing, even for a Kennedy, and his sweatshirt, confirmed, that, he was not ready to settle down, or whatever, any more than, I was . . . having a roll in the hay is different, that, a relationship, and that is what he was going for! LOL. That is not what I wanted, nor projected, in the long run, risking, having nothing, to have it all, maybe?
BROWN LONG SLEEVED, SWEATSHIRT, WITH WHAT I WOULD CALL, A YOUNG, SOPHIA LOREN, TYPE WOMAN, IN, THE OLD WESTERN, RIO BRAVO WITH JOHN WAYNE, AS I RECALL, WITH A MEXICAN WHITE BLOUSE ON, PULLED DOWN OVER HER SHOULDERS, WITH TWO SIX GUNS, OVER HER CHEST, IN HOLSTERS, AND BULLETS IN THE BELTS, AS I REMEMBER . . . AH, NO, THAT IS NOT ME, AND THAT IS OBVIOUSLY, WHAT HE IS LOOKING FOR! LOL. PEOPLE SUBCONSCIOUSLY, REVEAL, WHO THEY ARE, THROUGH WHAT THEY WEAR, OR OFTEN, GIVE TALE, TALE SIGNS, AS TO JUST WHO THEY ARE! NO FUCKING WAY! LOL.
I will in all honesty, say, that, there is that aspect of me . . . before, I heard the results of the 2012, presidential elections, Mitt Romney vs. President Obama, which, I fought equally, hard for Obama, to win, I was sitting in front of the Children's Museum, in Kalispell, Montana, and there was a cheese and wine, tasting party, to watch, a bipartisan, elections results, with everyone invited. My companion, a stanch Republican, said, he was not going in this me, because, if Mitt Romney won, he was afraid, that I would make trouble. He said, what would you do, if Romney wins . . . I will, join the militia, get a horse, ride with two six shooters over my shoulders and go to civil war, because he had to have cheated to win, and he had, $118 million of my attorneys fees! I always loved the stories of Josephine, the notorious Montana female outlaw, bootlegger, Kennedy's made their money, that way too, but she hooks up with a U.S. Marshal, and together, they make moonshine, and run, boats, to meet, conductors, and train riders, selling their moonshine! So, maybe he was tapping into a deeper, side of me? LOL.
Over time, he was different, and deeper, than the shirt picture indicated, in women, he seemed perfectly fine with me, just as I was, he listened to Frank Sinatra, when, I expected, Led Zeppelin, when, I thought he was, devoid of politics and the interest, I saw him, devour, a morning newspaper, spectacles and all, over time, more and more filled in, on what I thought was one shallow, dude, but fun, colorful, easy to get along with, and cool. I thought, if he studies my blog, and I work out, maybe, in a few years, or maybe we will get old together, but NOT NOW. We all want to go to heaven, but not today! LOL. I believe, that he saved me, came to Missoula, on several occasions, and leaves, me, little calling cards, but, can't come yet. I think, if I were to guess, he probably was in on the sting op, with, the 5 gangs, and 170 bikers, arrested, somewhere in, Texas, Laredo, avoiding a blood bath, with I think two, shot, all jailed. Perfume, John Hardy: Made for Legends. In my symbolism, that means, John, hard, you . . . made for legends!
GHOST DETECTOR AND FRAUD BUSTERS!
I don't really know what to think, but I did, think, that, once, I went to Durango, saw, a Kennedy double, after I had just spent, about 2 weeks, poisoned and dying in Kalispell, after trying to meet, James in Durango, but, I never told him, I was coming, that, Rachel, as me, showed, up and tempted him with that, big ass breast, acting, me! I wasn't really bothered, because, I thought, eventually, he will figure it out, and I don't quite see him with her, nor liking, her type, sure, sweet, wait on him, hand and foot, fun, over-all, looks good, and he would dig, the large, Mormon, family, and I had, the 2016 elections, the Salish-Kootenai water compact, and other issues to worry about, and someone, needed to babysit him for a few years, so, whatever, fully, figuring, that, if we ever met again, or if he ever figured it out, he would, be PISSEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
Now, I have no problems, if, James, is not John, nor if he is even a Kennedy at all, I get undercover work and he looks, exactly, like John Kennedy Jr. to me, but with gray or blue eyes! Cop, bus driver, outlaw, I don't care, if they are a good guy, and do the right things! A Kennedy, might have more pressure, being from, Camelot, and, I figure, credentials, name, fame, and other things like that, might, be important, and a fraud is not going to be looked at, with forgiveness, even if he loved her. Just my take, on, authenticity! Upper crust type stuff, that, I don't imagine, that Kennedy, even John Kennedy Jr. is into, but that doesn't mean, that sister, Carolyn, or the rest of the Kennedy clan, would be as forgiving, and someone pretending to be the women, who wrote about the Kennedys and didn't, or the blogger, who wasn't, or the attorney, who wasn't, is playing a dangerous game, in my mind. Authentic, people, like and stick to authentic people.
GRAY BOAT SHOES, SIZE 15, MACEY'S, DUDE SLEEPING ON THE BUS, KENNEDY, TYPE, HOT TYPE, SITTING NEXT TO A GIRL, WITH MY HAIR COLOR, NATURAL BEAUTY, ON THE BUS, THE DREAM! LOL.
Over the last three years, since, I have, sat with James, loosing track of him, but for signs, and symbols of him, and an occasional, sighting of big foot, in Missoula on California Bridge, three types of connections, either being played, by those who read my blog and have a vested interest, in keeping me connected or interested in Kennedy, noting patterns of behavior and habits, a creature of them, all the time, but, if I were to guess, James, who, got shot, because of me, not cool, afraid to almost talk to me, gotta hand it to him, that, he, asked me to meet him, in Durango, thinking, that would be safer, for the two of us, even wanting me to meet him in Tennessee, with connections, there, with me, asking, why would I want to go to Tennessee? I don't know anyone there, totally missing, his clues, that, at least we could be safe . . . but, ring, symbolism, book exchanges, and SHOES, seem to be, a means of keeping me connected to him.
The last, just happened two weeks ago . . . I had written and sometimes, not nice, pissed he is with Rachel, but, kind of glad, seeing I had shit to do, but, I got off the Westlake Tunnel exit, and went up the escalator, with the two bottom ones, working, but, the last, killer, climb up the stairs, on the brink and closed off! Shit, I am not climbing all those stairs, lazy, ass, so, as I have done, at least 3 or 4 times, I just ditch in Macey's, hit the escalator, and generally stop to get some Godiva Chocolate, go out around on 4th, street, hiking back to, 3rd where I can catch the bus . . . but as I rounded the corner, I noticed, a pair of gray boat shoes, with holes, KENNEDY!!!!!!!!!!! This is like the 3rd or 4th pair, and generally, in connection with my writing and easy to predict, if you are watching someone, or know their patterns, to close off the stairs, and if he is a DEA cop, or some fed, Marshal, easy to, and direct me to just where I am going to see his shoes . . . I sat there, wondering, is that James? What the fuck, and as I looked, there was a silver, Ford, wagon, just like the one, in Missoula, the St. Patrick's Hospital, security vehicle, symbolic of, Fitzpatrick, the ghost, connecting me with, Irish, Catholics, and him! I WORKS!
TWO SURROGATE LOOK-ALIKES, YOUNGER, BOTH SITTING TOGETHER ON THE BUS . . . NIETHER ONE OF US, HAVE DRIVER'S LICENSES, SO BUS IS THE MODE, OF TRANSPORTATION, WE WOULD HAVE TO USE, AND THESE TWO APPEARED TO BE YOUNG LOVERS. WE GOT CUT OFF, BOTH ARE YOUNG AT HEART, AND MOST THINK, WE ARE YOUNG, THAT JAMES DEAN, GOOD LOOK, ME THE ALL AMERICAN GIRL LOOK, NEVER GOES OUT OF STYLE!
I saw these two, the day, of the dream or I had the dream that night and it probably, inspired it to some extent. There is this handsome, long haired, dude, knit hat, totally, relaxed, asleep on the bus, so relaxed, that, his mouth was open, much, like, me seeing, Kennedy, in the bus station in Butte, Montana, all, 6'5", sprawled out, against the wall and legs, crossed, relaxed, and totally, peaceful, same type look. I like to look, and wonder if this is a God intel, and what is God trying to tell me from this young couple? I thought, has Kennedy, long been dead? Did they kill him, after he saved me, or someone saved me in Missoula? I got sick to my stomach. Then, the guy, moved and woke up, and the thought, came to me, that, he thinks, he is still with me! LOL. I thought, that is totally, possible, now that I understand the double thing, and I am semi-conscious, out of experience, and he would have none! A Shakespearean Tragedy, or a Comedy?
There is a MSBNC commercial, with Chris Matthews, doing an interview with, John Kennedy Jr. the night he started his magazine, GEORGE, and Matthews, comments on just how, approachable, down to earth, and, almost clueless, John Kennedy was, could have described, James, aka, John! He said, after asking Kennedy for an interview, that Kennedy, seemed surprised, that all the women in the building were working late? Like he was the sexiest man, alive, two years! LOL. I swear, the description, Matthews gives on that ad, is just, like the Kennedy, I met! I don't even think he knows he is good looking! LOL. He is kind of goofy, singing, clowning around, having fun, and if he was charged with lying, he might say, using the lyrics from, Toby Keith, I'm not guilty of having anything but a damned good time! Clueless that is true, and if Rachel lied, he would likely believe her, and defend her, not knowing, that there was an exchange of sisters! LOL. Those big ass fake boobs, were the trap and the lure, and the dream shows this.
I'm more pissed at my family, for scamming on, MY DUDE, in a payback sort of way, than, I am, at Kennedy, who tried, and tried, and tried to get me to go with him, and I was the hang-up, not him! There is a song, that says, just that, when, the chick tries to get back with him, you left me, and you don't get to touch, this "good as gold" referring to his dick, I guess . . . he did say he was rich, which, I should be too, so, no big deal. I just got robbed by ROBIN HOODS IN REVERSE . . . TAKING FROM THE DESERVING, BEFORE, THE GOODS LAND IN OUR HANDS, ME AND MY KIDS!
HAL'S WALK . . . IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN, "SHALLOW HAL" MOVIE, WITH JACK BLACK AND GWENETH PLOWTROW, SEE IT . . . SHE GOES BACK AND FORTH, BETWEEN, BEING THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS, TO, THIS 400 POUND CHICK, HE REALLY DIGS . . . HE STRUGGLES WITH, THE VISION OF WHAT SHE COULD BE, AND THE REALITY, FINALLY, HE OVERCOMES HIS SHALLOWNESS AND MARRIES, THIS 400 POUND BODY SUIT, CHICK . . . FUNNY AS HELL. THERE IS A RIVER WALK, CALLED "HAL'S WALK" NAMED AFTER THE MAN, WHO CLEANED UP THE RIVER, AND HAD THE DREAM OF THE RIVER PARK. AS I WOULD GO TO THE SWIMMING POOL, I WALKED THAT PATH, ALL THE TIME, AND WOULD LAUGH, THINKING, THAT, KENNEDY, BEFORE, I EVER GOT WITH HIM, HAD TO DO "HAL'S WALK!" LOL. IN OTHER WORDS, IF YOU LOVE ME, FAT, YOU WILL SURELY LOVE ME THIN, BUT, JUST IN CASE, DEAL WITH IT! LOL! THERE IS A HARSH REALITY, TO THE JEALOUS, MEN AND WOMEN, WHO, RIGHT NOW, SEE ME LOSING WEIGHT, AND FUCK WITH SOCIAL SECURITY, SO, MY LA FITNESS, IS BEHIND PAYMENT, AND THEY HAVE FUCKED ME UP, GOING TO THE GYM, 2 TO 3 HOURS A DAY, EASY, I AM IANFITNESS! I LOSE EASY, SO THEY, JUST FUCKED UP, THE LAST 7 GYM MEMBERSHIPS AND ARE HOLDING LA FITNESS, LONG ENOUGH TO BREAK MY MOMENTUM, JUST LIKE THEY DID WITH SWIMMING IN MISSOULA!
NOW, YOU ARE READY FOR THE BANANAS, THE BOOBS, THE STAR BANANAS, AND A REALLY PISSED KENNEDY, BUT HE IS MAD AT ME! LOL. I AM NOT THE ONE WHO TRICKED YOU, DUDE, SHE IS! YOU FELL FOR THE BOOBY PRIZE! AS DID MY SON, ELLIOT! LOL. MEN WILL BE MEN, AND ELI MANNING! I LOVE YOU FINALLY GETTING IT, BOTH OF YOU! LOL. POETIC JUSTICE! SMILE.
So, there is this long process of ISOLATION, that happens in the dream, it was confusing and almost like, looking at the last three years, like, a movie in reverse, fast and furious, but, in the end of the dream, there is just me and James. His appearance is shockingly, funny, and so, damned, symbolic, that, I laugh, each time, I think about it! LOL. I approach, him, tenderly, as if, nothing happened, in the last 3 years, that, I never slammed him, on my blog, never ditched him, not just once but twice, and acted, like, everything was just fine! His appearance was, in living breathing color, what he thought, I did to him, in leaving him, or not meeting him, in Durango, and he was big time pissed. I went to tough, his bare chest, that, had, two banana peels, without the bananas, open, like a pair of hands, placed or stuck on his chest, looking like big, yellow stars, covering, his beautiful body, and chest! LOL. There is this picture of John, Jr. in a pair of white swim pants or shorts, he is at Hyanisport, or Martha's Vineyard, goofing around, but looking, totally hot, and the chest, the chest . . . now, I looked that, picture up, that I am sure, James or John, didn't think anything about, at the time I was in Butte with him, trying to figure out if he was, James or John, and I never saw him with his clothes off, so, I could only guess what he looked, like, but, sure, that could be him, just like the pictures on Chris Matthews, ad, just like the personality, and the last picture, looks, like he is saying, YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I never experienced, James pissed, always, the gentleman, almost afraid of me, Donna the Indian, women, he was close to, would, tell me that, he always, would walk by the door in the shelter, to see where I was, and, if he spotted me, he would come in! We generally, ate, at first three meals, then, two, none after, I left and didn't tell, him, took him two weeks to ask me why . . . he looked so tough, but, I don't think his heart was tough at all! So, his reaction, to this fraud, not by me, but, partially, my fault, but, really not, I thought he was a fucking bounty hunter, and I saw the article on the new show, in the Daily Inter Lake, in Kalspell, bikers, and I left, went to Missoula, he hated the new shelter, didn't stay, and, went to Butte, I was run out of town by cops, so the thought of all 51 Kennedy cousins, being, federal agents or bikers, didn't sound too promising to me! How do I tell, someone, they are going to get killed for liking me? Not my fault. But that didn't seem to change the dream, and James, reaction to learning, that, he was stuck, or the star of the BANANA REPUBLIC or crazy ass baby sister, Rachel, pretending to me, me, meeting him in Durango, Colorado, was cool at first, but, not so cool, once he learns he was tricked, lied to, and cheated out of being with me. He was in no mood to talk, didn't want me to touch him, was furious, felt, betrayed by me? You liked the big boobs . . .
I was almost glad, that Kennedy, met up with Rachel, because, I thought, he needs to grow, out of the picture fantasy on the back of his sweatshirt, to be with me, can't be about body, I don't have one, like, the chick, he used to model, as George Washington, on his first, magazine cover, of GEORGE! Rachel, with $50,000 of surgery does, but, I am all natural, and I lose, working out, if I get left alone . . . right now, it is going to take, another, week to get my money to pay for my LA Fitness membership, good as they have been, the Aurora club, check in dude, ran after me, telling me that my membership was due . . . I KNOW! I am working on it, generally, Bellevue, doesn't care, but this has gone on too long, just like the fucker wanted it too! THEY FEAR ME LOOKING LIKE ME . . . MADNESS MEMORY, OF THE WAY, I LOOKED WHEN, THEY TOOK ME OUT, BACK WHEN I WAS A HOT 46 YEAR OLD, ATTORNEY, WHEN, ALL THE TOP COPS, IN THE COUNTRY, SAW ME, AND FELL FOR ME, EVEN WHEN, I KICKED THEIR ASSES, DEA AND ALL!
THE DREAM ENDED WITH KENNEDY REFUSING TO TALK OR TOUCH ME . . . BUT THERE WAS, ANOTHER PART, BESIDES THE "BUT FOR YOU" NOT STAYING--HEY, I WAS POISONED! BUT, THIS DREAM WENT, WAY BACK, TO WHEN, ELLIOT WAS A BABY, AND THAT IS THE REASON, THAT I HESITATED WITH KENNEDY IN THE FIRST PLACE . . . IN THE DREAM, ELLIOT WAS A BABY, AND HIS FACE WAS FRAMED IN A, SMALL JAIL . . . I WASN'T SURE, IF HE WAS A REAL BABY, OR JUST A PICTURE OF HIM, AS A BABY, OR VERY YOUNG, AS HE WAS, WHEN, I KILLED ASSET FORFEITURE, HE WAS JUST 13, BUT, ALREADY, A PROMISING, ROCK STAR! HE HAD HIS RED GUITAR I BOUGHT HIM, AND HE WAS WHEELING AND DEALING WITH, BOSTON, NEW YORK, CANADA, HAD HIS OWN, MUSIC MAGAZINE, HIS OWN, BUSINESS CARD, AND WAS ACTING MORE LIKE A MUSIC EXECUTIVE, THAN, A 13 YEAR OLD KID . . . EVEN ON HIS OWN, COMPUTER MAD, BUSINESS CARD, AS I RECALL, HE HAD THE SYMBOL OF THE ONE WORLD ORDER, IN MY SYMBOLISM AND SOME OLDER MAN, STOPPED HIM, AND SAID HE COULDN'T USE THAT SYMBOL! GOING WAY, WAY, BACK!
WHEN I FIRST MET, JAMES, I THOUGHT, HE WOULD DIG, LISTENING TO ELLIOT, MY RED JESUS, WITH SIMILAR GOOD LOOKS, HAIRY, CURLY HAIR, AND A KILLER, ROCKER, ENERGY, MUCH, LIKE KENNEDY'S . . . HE REFUSED, TO SO MUCH AS EVEN TALK ABOUT ELLIOT, AND HIS MUSIC, HE REFUSED TO SOME TO THE LIBRARY SO I COULD SHOW HIM, MY SON . . . THAT BUGGED THE SHIT OUT OF ME, AND I KNEW, THAT COPS WERE STEALING HIS MUSIC, AND GIVING IT TO COP KIDS, TO HAVE FAKE BANDS, THIS "FAKE" THIS OR THAT, WAS STARTED BY THESE GUYS, I SWEAR. I ALREADY KNEW, THAT, RACHEL, KAY, SHELLEY AND THE CREW, WERE PRETENDING THAT ELLIOT, WAS THEIR KID, AFTER THE "FAKE" BANDS, TOPPED OUT . . . LATER, GOD INTEL, TOLD ME, THAT, RACHEL AND KENNEDY, BOTH, THE COLORING OF ME AND ELLIOT'S DAD, WERE SURROGATE PARENTS, NOW, HAVING TO INCLUDE ELLIOT, BECAUSE I WAS PROMOTING HIM ON MY BLOG, STARTING, BACK AT CHRISTMAS, IN 2013, THE HANDSOME, TALL, ROCK GOD! EASY KENNEDY'S KID IN LOOKS! I COULD RECOGNIZE, KENNEDY'S KID, IN A HEARTBEAT! THE DUDE THAT CAME TO THE LA FITNESS, WAS A CIA DOUBLE, WITH HIS SON, DIDN'T LOOK LIKE THE DOUBLE, BUT DID, LOOK LIKE, JAMES, ACTED, THAT CAUSUAL, KENNEDY STYLE, THAT I SAW AT THE BUTTE BUS TERMINAL!
THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE, ROCKS THE WORLD . . . RACHEL, NEVER ROCKED THAT CRADLE!
DON'T BE PISSED AT ME, I NEVER, EVER LIED TO YOU!
"BUT FOR" . . . YES, YOU COULD BE PISSED, AND YOU WOULD NOT HAVE GONE WITH RACHEL, AND NOT IN THIS MESS, BUT, IF I COULD TELL, YOUR KID, WHY COULDN'T YOU TELL, MINE?
I BELIEVE, THAT DEA COPS, TOP BRASS, COULDN'T HANDLE, THAT I KICKED THEIR ASSES, DID ALL I DO, AND HAD A KILLER ROCKER, LIKE ELLIOT, PARALLAX, MARALOKA, GOD'S REVOLVER, WORST FRIENDS (FAMILY) AND NOW, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA!
FRAMED FOR LIFE? NOTHING BUT A MURDER RAP, WOULD GET HIM, TO EXCHANGE HIS MUSIC FOR HIS COMMUTED SENTENCE, THAT, ISAAC OR BRETT, DID, AND COPS, REFUSED TO GIVE HIM, DUE PROCESS, OR LET HIS MOTHER KNOW, HANGING THAT, CHARGE, PROBABLY, PASSING OUT AFTER A PARTY, WAKING UP TO A DEAD, NURSE, KILLED BY, THOSE WHO KNEW, ELLIOT'S CHALLENGE WITH DRINKING, SET HIM UP, TO TAKE HIS MUSIC, AND MAKE HIM WORK FOR THEM, ALL HIS LIFE!
ELLIOT WAS A BABY, GOING AGAINST, MEN, WHO HATED, HIS MOTHER, WHO WERE SERIAL KILLERS THEMSELVES, AND FRAMED WHEN, HE DOESN'T OR DIDN'T EVEN EAT MEAT, AND TAKES, BABY MICE, CAUGHT ON A MOUSE PAD, TO THE PARK, AND USES OIL TO GET THEIR LITTLE FEET OFF, THE PAD, ONE BY ONE, RELEASING THEM TO THEIR FREEDOM, IN THE GRASS AT THE PARK . . . MURDERERS, USUALLY, ABUSE ANIMALS! THERE IS NOTHING IN HIS HISTORY, BUT, HIS WHISKEY, HABIT, THAT, COPS TOOK ADVANTAGE OF, AND MADE HIM A SERVANT FOR LIFE!
THE DEVIL CREPT IN! GREED, FAME, ROCK STAR LIVING, AND JEALOUSY, RULED THE COPS, SO THEY TOOK WHAT THEY WANTED, ASSET FORFEITURE STYLE, UNDER THE PATRIOT ACT!
LET MY SON OUT, AND SET ART FREE! YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM, AND HIS MOTHER!
FUCK YOU, KEEP YOUR BANANA REPUBLIC BITCH! I AM SURE, AS THE CORELESS BANANA PEELS, SUGGEST, THAT THE STAR, IS FLAT, THE BANANA GONE, AND THE BITCH IS STUCK TO YOUR CHEST!
NOT MY FAULT!