The purpose of this essay, if Biden is innocent of plotting, is to describe the outlines that may show Pennsylvania’s maniacal thinking in seeking to puppetmaster Biden into performing for them. It would be consistent with the rancid super-deceitful cynicism of the University of Pittsburgh’s Jewish community and its allies in the walled city of Pittsburgh. Most of the visionary action takes place on a strip of road near the house of Ed Heath, an extension from Wilkins to Bede Chapel on Beechwood Boulevard and the grand cemetery. The primary name indicator of swastika planning from acid rock in the encirclement of my house is the juxtaposition of Ono with Onan, who also lived there. Stewart O’nan received publication favoritism and clocked relations with CCAC through a confederate troll in charge of Honors, Dan Lowe, who announced his ringleader status by professing bystander status. Meanwhile, CCAC took on the criminals at WQED, notoriously Thos. Ammons.
It has already been noted that JK is a signifier of Japanese Kogal porn and that the sloped, reptilian eyelids of the assassins hired by the British are an obscure erotic in Neva pornographic. Onan signified the earmarking of Creary for onanism in a lifelong ordeal of fascist swordplay. To start the play we have a story from Meieren about a car accident on that strip of road.
Father Meieren took Jimmy on a ride to Mt. Lebanon once. On this journey he opined with an inimitably quarky and smug poker faced leer that Arab women were forced to where veils to protect the women from the men. The image of an uncontrollable sexbot culturally was important. Ross Katz, Leslie’s mother, used to give me rides home and make sympathetic comments. She gave me a pin, “Life be in it,” and her father drove me home at night once racing all the redlights. Their warlord, Andelman, made a point of putting on a show about his fantasies with the girls, No stop, don’t stop DON’T STOP, don’t stop, and Pitt’s law firm, adolescent papi-killers all the way, promoting a doufus who spitefully heard about Leslie and told me, Jimmy it wouldn’t have been rape. As they baked the neuroplasm.
All of them McCartney’s alliance with Hammer, Shiono and Tive.
On that strip of road, where the auto-accident of fraternal bonding occured, containing a little consortium, Sheppard (Leo),, Meieren and O’nan lived Ken the drummer from Ben Carter’s band with Miguel. Onan once observation me to break a glass in pain and tears and did his best to philosophize, that glass was your friend, he intoned. Kenn had a vase and the neuroplasm worked its magic as I fought the inner demon that dreams of smashing vases, and wondered what was happening to me. They were baiting the plastic explosion they were praying for.
The British had inivented a war toy for the seance of the Hidden Imam.