The reception of Gramsci coincided largely

with the heyday of the new lefts of the 60's and 70's whose capacity to

consume an eclectic mix made of mutually incompatible intellectual

ingredients was considerable.

~ David Forgas

In terms of literature if Mark Twain is the best America can do and many think so we are in trouble.  I have been identified for a genius by haters and it is dangerous to my health and safety.   If rationality is expected from every complete sentence describing mythology give it up.  My sign interpreter was so snake armed describing a Mayan myth one day the class couldn’t stop laughing.   What we have behind the secret of failure to warn about an AIDS script at Pitt in 1984 is such laughter.   The mytho-critical hermaphrodites of Geffen Corporation had a barbeque with Black Panther grudge maniacs, arguing for the fools cap of sacred sybil from the Delphi of scrim lock words.   What a satyricon in how Ono won the war.   

     Deep within the mentalplex were British pranksters.   In London on my only visit I found a caged corner in which Krshna consciousness magazines were stuffed with lewd pornographic pages.   The psychological legacy of the feigned, why what has I finded, discovery of King Edward’s grand opus concerning the white rabbit’s murder of JFK in pussyball warfare, fulfilled by trained medieval scholars misleading the subconcious, with the bunnies of Rabelais doing dirty, was in play for the animators of mass hallucination from Pentagon Disney as all the evidence shows.   AIDS was a fraud of realism from the banks of neoliberalism.   

     Interestingly, the ripper murder in Capitol Hill of Seattle in 2011 by queer Green mentalists arrived by way of Mancine cinema from the same type of crime as Sharon Tate done by the Mansons while the architect of the plan to publish about it, Bugliosi, was stealing my mask from Circle of Friends for Cyril Wecht, who cites Migliosi as proof that devil Jimmy was compliant under neuro-hypnosis from the cabinet of Dr. Wattenmaker (what ten make her?)   The hideous play of butcher baby consciousness surrounding the idealism of the captive liberal in its naivete acted out in logo-rapine from on high that Bush and Penis Gabriel called the navigator

       Jimmy was in Princeton with Tami Simon of Swarthmore after being led through a long and painful lesbian relationship with LSK of Ellis, then Swarthmore, too, metamorphosing into androgyny to the sweet sensations of a particle beam of electric energy on the skin of the Princeton woods, then, after such revelation, the British tagteam pulled another laser from their quasi-beastiary, uploading Islamo-fascist gonzo to run a brainwave through the neuroplasm while Pitt allies conjured Archetypal Techno Hindu Pop from an extrusion factory and Islamos laughed of gonzo, we can do it better, with the diabolicism of Rabelais in the name of Gabriel’s fan club, “the hounds of gabble ratchet,” and MAS of He’s Dead, Jim.

        Sharon Samuels who introduced me to Gail Burstyn as the chosen brother of the multi-million dollar enterprise of Oprah and Barack was the neighbor of Anne Mitchell’s friend Tom Hodge whose dog named Yuri, just as Wattenmaker’s was named Tito, and who showed me off in torment from the hidden neuroplasm to laughing girls of the McCartney species, tore the sleeve off my dead father’s cashmir coat, Hodge also introduced me to Mi Yung Joo when we lived around the corner from Alla Chertok and the grand facade so soon did burn, to quote Penis Gabriel’s take on Krshna Mancine cinema idealism.

       Wecht and his cadre, LSK, Exler, staked out E/W Circuit Road for the earmarking by Trinity style pussywhip of the sacrifice to wow Midori Goto for the horse traders of Greenville.   Anne Mtichell had something in common with Tami Simon, besides representing the semiotic of Gail Burstyn, well the same thing actually, in her aspect of soul mating and the presentation of Thriller in her home by androgynous Michael Jackson, while Elizabeth Taylor made swift scenes for the transformed in Geffen on high.   The Wizard War of the church ill was navigated by hooligan mysterians at Pitt and Bath University singing the tune of hatred for sexy redeemers from poetryburgh with hostile counter-attacks bearing the refrain, pop goes the savior.

      T. Simon then resurrected as T. Simon Farasani for Leslie Sanetta's valedictory with Santorum and the Sanitation Workers of Mephis Obama in the name of petty family shots from Eva Sani, Evan Knauer, and Evangelia Karmas of Hidden Pun, raping deaf Chin I (as the blood dribbled down Lennon's chin i chin chin in what Greg Karl called a bewildering myriad of fable details in how they won the war for the Ionesco Taliban of Akrim Midani on Radio Y2KKK of CMU Experimental Theater.