A pot dealer, is a free spy; not someone you kill, Carlos the Jackal's philosophy, but a real patriot, an American against the drug prohibition of the German regime, the American Bund; those country attorneys, convicts, calling themselves lawyers, those prosecutors, police officers, clergy, fraud artists, and bail bonds, having freed themselves of bailiff's fees, the Rabbinical courts.
To make a pot dealer, simply push them into the opening crowd, at a rock concert.
I was "The Offspring", "Cypress Hill", and "MxPx", the basis of the song, "Rock Superstar", the arrest of Andrew Stanley, a Rabbinical Royal Canadian, a state police agent, spying on the town to look at horse porn, of an underage Mistress Treasure, the famous dominatrix.
I did 9/11, by revealing through Israeli and Clintonian files, the mass deportation of Africans and Latinos, myself a Pharaoh, a Royal with Rabbinical marks, to be Jeffrey Dahmer, and Latinos, myself a Puerto Rican high blood, the death of the international press, the Great Depression, of others, not you fine Americans, the existence always the same.
Five of us, were recruited as Kennedy Foundation SIS, through Nixon, and our masters, Agnews, the bee keepers police force.
Myself, David Charlebois, was a National Security Agency, my mistress of forces, Sandi MacDonald, murdered; in her possession, a Cobra Commander action figure, for me, to take over Larry Hama's position, like my grandfather, Ray, took Gutwill, my other grandfather, Timothy O'Neill Sr. the Batman.
Lloyd Ahlquist, whom you slur as Epic Lloyd, is refused love, the son of a cannibal, Joe Kennedy III, your Congressman, demanding good deeds of a criminal, or else eaten at fruit, without trial; but an Agnew, Lloyd, a bee keeper; a pedophile, if defeated, but Kennedy, Vlad the Impaler, unable to lose.
Kara Williamson Daignault, the Fillmore, a CRASH anti-gang narcotics, through Man Mar Plaza, the strip malls of America, dreaming of retirement to Florida, the hardest beat there is; but in her, Hiawatha, the United States Constitution, all of you rabbits, ex-convicts, the hunt of the dog, her studies in Europe, the sniper rifle murders of the Hopkinton Law Elite, a Lee Harvey Oswald, a male having stolen her name; the KGB/ONI, a KGB a Slavic real estate attorney, and an ONI a self-applied past education, together a former form of education, a poltroon, a trap, the fool.
The one they call Gagnon, was a Nobel Prize Committee; cast out, by Kennedies, Albert Fish, Whitey Bulger, and Dolores O'Riordon, given their Banking Associaton stake, the fast food restaurant and the bank teller and the plumbing union, the Diaspora, to Kanye West, the Dave Thomas fortune, for him to tell the tale of diamonds, gold, and bullion, the hog fat purchase, the Baconator. A cannibal too, but of the weak people, the poor, those requiring toilet, the crapper, my invention, as al-Saffah, my eternal lover, Poison Ivy, as Riddler, the comics we enjoyed as children. A pederast, I claim, and I command her, so does she, to become a "Black Mass", to stand up to Whitey's boots, a Wendy's hamburger cashier, a police officer, and a Boston gangster, for the IRA, the Irish Republican Army, the British SAS, through MI-6 Newport, Rhode Island.
We find Daniel Monahan, an Israeli Defense Forces in this; with assault rifles, pistols, grenades, mercenary network warrants, and CIA data, nothing Duane Chapman has ever wanted, a television show personality, claiming Israel. His mother's side, Jygnman Rhee, the nuclear plant, and his father's die, Kim Sung-il, a war gone mad, himself meant to propagate, a mutual nuclear switch, but through Jon Lewis, Poker Stars Professional, to defragment the switch, the only thing saving Massachusetts from the Saugus Nuclear Explosion, the Penguin, Homer Simpson.
We are Riddler, Scarecrow, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Penguin.
We wish we could be your heroes, but we cannot. We were born poor, and each of us takes a creche, to ourselves, an orphan's asylum.
I am sorry, Ron Livingtston, having worn your jacket from the fetish flea on your shoulders, but we are criminals.
If you paid attention, to your American Empire class, you'd understand me.
It's a Marlboro Red, the Injun investment; Barack Obama, you publicly smoked, we swear by you. You're a Fijiian, a shark, the Native involvement removed, but we believe in civil rights.
Civil rights, is your right to be civil, in court. But you believe it i is the right of the Navy, to contest charge, if claiming to be gay, through Jewish.
I am happy, EON, the KKK, has moved you, to make me Bond, 007.