Lexigrams of the Moment

Oh! Don’t you feel bad that you donated ALL that you earned to L. Ron Hubbard?

Oh, he’ll annoy you a lot, you’ll fold, and then you’ll fear the bayonet.

On a dreary day, a bold, bald, fat bully TOLD YOU LOUDLY - DONATE TO THE FLABBY FOUNDER OF A FAULTY BOARD AND BE BOUND TO BLEED TO DEATH!

HE’LL / HE’D BLATANTLY THREATEN YOU TO DONATE OR FEEL REAL FEAR!

He had a lot of LOAN.

To earn for that loan, he’ll bury you, your lady, and your baby in the yard.

DON’T BE NEAR! RUN! RUN!

NO ONE TELL L. RON ‘NO!’

FLAT OUT! BOLD! BOY, OH BOY, A REAL BEAUTY HERE - HE TOLD YOU!

UH, OH … AND YOU FOUND OUT TOO LATE!!

One bonehead found another bonehead for a fatal round of roulette.

A FOUNDER OF A BAND OF OTHER NUTTER THAT HOLD A BULLET TO YOUR HEAD TO DONATE HAD A REAL HOLD ON YOU!

But do you donate?

YOU DO??

HA HA HA.

You feel fond of L. Ron???

ARE YOU RETARDED OR DAFT?

Hold on … Already L. Ron - DEAD.

Yet, a fold, a band, a horde adore L. Ron and donate all to L. Ron.

Lead Ron to a daft horde and he’ll tell that daft horde to donate a lot that they earn that year to the flabby founder of a BRAND of BULL.

DUH!

DON’T YEARN FOR A RULER OR A LORD. YOU DON’T NEED TO!

YOU’LL END DEAD TO BE LOYAL TO A ROBBER.

To donate to L. Ron - FATAL.

L. Ron - A ROBBER of ALL YOU EARN.

BLAH BLAH BLAH, BLAB, BLAB, BLAB.

DON’T ADHERE TO ROYAL BANTER.

Do you hear? Don’t you HEAR THE BRAY?

TRY TO HEAR!

L. Ron NOT YOUR FATHER AND NOT A LORD! YOU DON’T NEED TO DONATE ALL TO A NUTTER.

L. Ron - a ROBBER that told you and tell you, and you, and you - ALL OF YOU - to donate.

You don’t hear that??

THEN READ!

READ - TROUBLE!!!

L. Ron ONLY ALL ABOUT TROUBLE FOR YOU AND YOUR DEAR ONE.

OH LORD!

DO NOT DONATE TO A NUT!

BE REAL, DUDE!

L. RON ONE TO DO A BAD, FATAL DEAL ON YOU.

He’ll hold a bullet to your head in roulette to a fatal end FOR YOU.

Feel free only AFTER you RUN FAR, FAR to another nutter.

Only the one that LEFT L. Ron FOUND OUT NEARLY TO[O] LATE - AFTER HE FELT BURNED BY L. RON - TO FLEE, TO RUN FAR!

L. Ron Hubbard = ONLY A BRAND,  A FRONT FOR ALL THE BONE HEADED TO DONATE TO.

You are not born ye[s]terday, are you??? Nearly, you are!!

RUN! L. Ron only do fatal trouble for you!

Do you really need to feel that your body fell onto the earth?

Do you??? Really???

And do you then need to donate to feel that??? HUH?

Are you a nutter? Then feel free to donate all you earn to that other L. Ron nutter!

But you heard here - NO, YOU LEARNED HERE - that L. Ron = TROUBLE, BAD, FATAL, ROBBER, RETARDED, AND A REAL NUT.

HOLD FEALTY TO A LORD? OR FLEE A LETHAL NUT?

DUH!!

LET ANY ONE TELL YOU - DON’T FRET FOR ANOTHER DAY. DO NOT FEEL FEAR ANOTHER DAY. RUN AND DON’T TURN AROUND AT ALL.

DO NOT LET ANY ONE - AND LORD, NOT A ROBBER!! - TELL YOU THAT YOU NEED TO DONATE ALL YOU EARN TO LEARN ABOUT THE LORD OR THE EARTH!

AND YOU DON’T NEED TO FEEL FEAR ANOTHER DAY OF AN OLD DEAD FART.

DON’T TARRY! RUN!!

Hi! I am an eerie receiver.

A craven criminal here.

I AM A CHAMELEON, a CHARMER.

Veil, cover, chrome over a venial crime.

I hear her, I harm her.

I am a lover man! I am HER lover man!

I am a COMMON CAVE MAN.

I am a REAL MARVEL.

MEN LOVE ME!

Come on, Man! ME? In a CRIME?

Men cheer me on! I am a marvel, a miracle! I am a real hero!

I can earn on a move, man!

I can march in a jail.

In a NAME - I care! I love! I am a real lover, a marvel!!

A VEIL.

In a NAME - I am a craven criminal! A crime, an evil vice.

A moral man? An IMMORAL man? An amoral man?

Come here.

In a name, a man can have CLEAR EVIL or LOVER, IMMORAL CRIMINAL or HERO MARVEL,  NO RIVAL or MANIC MACHO MAN, MALICE or LOVE, I REVEAL or I COVER.

An eerie line here; a name can reveal a common criminal or a rare hero.

Here, a name = a real charm.

ALARM.

No one can remain near a charmer. Revile him!

LEAVE, MOVE, RECOIL. REMOVE him.

No normal man can have CRIMINAL, JAIL, MALICE, CRIME, VEIL, COVER, MANIC, EVIL, VILE, VICE, IMMORAL, CON, CHAMELEON or JAIL in a name.

Mr. ‘I never harm no one!!’  - LAME JIVE, a mere claim.

Mr. Clean - COME CLEAN, LIAR!

One pair shares their hearts, their spirit to shine as a star.

The planets, the stars, the earth, a pearl.

Note: One other person shares this one trip - no others.

Is this the real heat? Stir it. Is it HOT?

Then one has to rise to the other to seal it.

As lore, this is their star, their one-shot.

In one pair one spoils the other; in another pair one slaps, hits, spits at the other.

In another pair, tho he or she tries to share or tries to listen, the other one lathers in hate.

Or, one has poise, is polite, as the other has an art as a poser.

Oh, then also, one is in tears! A lot!

Oh, the parish priest tries to help pairs last.

He’ll not let it stop!

To last, share, listen to one another.

Also - a pair is not to share their ears, their lips, their hearts, their spirit, their spiels, their he/she trials to others!

Stop this! It’s personal!!

SILENT OR PERISH!

Also, to prate tripe as a pest on, on, on to the other … Oh, this riles, this tires!

Spare the rants on ‘hair on a soap!!’

To snap at the other is not ‘to share.’

Stop this lest the other hate this snarl, this snare.

Toil to earn a nest, then rest as one spirit.

To last, the pair has to stare at one another, listen to one another - not to others.

As others nose in to steal one or the other, the pairs split.

Others aren’t into the pair’s past.

As a pair’s hearts are stolen to others, he lies, then she lies, then later their past is lost.

A polite pair opines, shares, listens to one another - not let others horn in on, nose in on or strip their or their other person’s pants at hotels!

To last, persons in pairs aren’t to share, as others soil, spoil their pristine elation.

Also, a parent has to listen to the pair’s trials - the he/she, the snot-nose hits or slaps, the stolen hearts.

Share this to parents.

Then, as parents, the pair-ship has to stop set sail to other ports.

This ship has to slip in, set on shore.

So, as it is, is one torn?

Is hope lost?

To heal - sit, share, listen.

Hope isn’t lost on this - no.

In the real shit, tho?

As a pair, as in sport, no one is hostile, no one hits!

As one hits the other, the hit partner has to stop this relationship.

This is the real sin, as no one helps open this trap.

This lesson is REAL PAIN.

A priest help this? NO!

NO HELP.

STOP THE RELATIONSHIP ON THE SPOT, NOT LATER, or step into the rat’s nest - a real prison.

Also,

Is one or the other into spirits?

STOP THIS, also!

Or, is one or the other into porn?

To hire another in the real or to hire to strip another online, the personal spirit is also lost.

Re: porn - no help, no stop = no hope.

Oh! Hear this? A snore?

As one or the other snores, the other tires so! So, he or she pleas - STOP THIS SO I REST!!

So, listen … to not pine the lost, later - PRINT THIS, share this to the other.

The point is to rise, aspire to the honest to reap elation on earth.

Soar, shine as a star!

At least let’s not paint a stone to pass it as a pearl.

I wed a real bastard, didn’t I?

He lied and then I lied and then we died a weird, eerie death in the news.

We had blazed a trail!

Then, THE NEWS. THE LIES.

Aren’t he and she the sleaziest??

What a waste!!

What are his wiles?

I see new hazards!

Is she the best (in bed)?

This heart has been his!

What is it that she has that I haven’t?

This is wild!

I hate that he has her in his heart. I hate this.

Tears and tears and tears - a salt-water bath!

What did that beast want her as?

We were the best!!

He has what he needs here!!

I realized late - he is trailer trash, isn’t he?!

At least there was Wade. He was the dearest and the best.

Desires and rewards, desires and rewards.

I do as I desire - RASH.

As he eyes her, a needy one does as he desires when he is hard and ready. Yes.

I do who I desire or need, when and where I desire!

No one dare deny a dear adored one!

And when on news, I answer!

Who, when, where, why?

How do I answer? I deny!

How did I answer? I denied!

His dear ones now dread a weirdo.

He was worse when he was on news shows.

When he was on news and his hair was so shiny and tidy, and he was so wordy and so ha, ha, ha - he ANNOYED!

HIS DEAR ONES ARE WAY ANNOYED NOW.

He was showered - rewarded as his were rare dares.

His ideas, his words, and his hair were his wonder.

Anyone who now see John or hear John, see worries and hear woe and sorrow.

He is so needy now.

Read the news!

His needs were rewarded.

Now his desires are won.

So?

As he dies, when he is dead, no one - his dear warders, none - heeds his ideas or words.

Now, his dear ones are worried and worn raw as HE HAS SHOWN ONE SIDE.

He hides and has hidden his horrid sordid side, his snide sneer, his hard eyes.

Reason?

None said.

He is done in on desire - his sad downside.

Is he sorry?

Yes and no.

Oh, any way - he has washed his hair now so …

HELL HERE.

He’ll hire her, rent her; he’ll enter her, he’ll tell the lie.

Eerie? True.

I hunt, I lure, I lie, then I hurt her.

Then I hurt.

Rue the lie, rue the lure, rue the rut, rue the hurt.

Until he return?

Rue the elite runt.

tony blair

Can it really be the case that this Brit lies, tells scary stories to his nation, then carries his nation to battle in another nation so that he / his crony in another nation can steal oil in that nation?

Yes.

Is this action heroic?

No.

So let’s not sit still on this.

At last, at his trial, as he sit in an inter-national hot-seat, Tony’ll broil, roast, char.

So too, soon his loyal crony / crony he is also loyal to also sit in that hot seat at a trial in his nation.

These cronies banter, chat a lot. They listen to each other. They ha, ha, ha.

In their starry-eye star roles as honest, loyal controllers, both are able to scare, lie to their nations so the nations listen to all they say.

This other ‘hero’ liar in another nation chose to lie to his nation also.

He lies / they lie, so his nation / their nations can steal oil in another nation. Yes. It is so.

CHASTISE, CHASTEN, BERATE, HOLLER AT, YELL AT, STONE a BRAT AT A NASTY TRIAL.

HE’S NOT REALLY SO LOYAL TO A NATION. HE ONLY REALLY LISTEN TO A LOYAL CRONY SO THEY CAN STEAL OIL.

At the trial, listen to this tony Labor liberal - he is not a Tory.

At the trial, he’ll say he has the best heart, is a real loyalist to his nation - yet his actions say he cares the least, as he lies to his nation.

THIS ‘NATIONAL HERO LOYALIST’ IS REALLY A BLATANT LIAR. YES.

All he tells his nation are silly stories that his cronies share.

LISTEN TO THE TRIAL!  IT IS ALL CLEAR IN THIS TRIAL.

As he can choose, his action is scary - LET’S START A ROYAL SCARE, THEN LET’S STEAL THEIR OIL! YES!!

It is a snot-nose, star school-boy, best-boy brat action.

This cranial, brainy boy earns all As in school, yet he is a rotten little brat.

young tony blair

As a school boy he listens, he cares, he tries his best. They teach, he learns.

Yet, BRISTLE as this school-boy is also a blatant liar, a liberal sinner.

ALERT! He also cheats - a lot.

Teach a brat the A,B,Cs. He learns to betray others. At a school they call ‘the north Eton’, he learns to be scary as a bear or a lion - NOT NICE.

He also really hates others that betray his loyalty. On this he rants, he rails!

He CAN BE AS BOORISH, AS TRIBAL AS THE TALIBAN HE TRIES TO SNARE.

His LOYALTY to his nation tells others he is the best to chart a nation’s star.

This is an act.

Notice that he is rash, hasty, he acts in haste.

Is this treach[e]ry? No.

Is he liable, as a traitor that betrays his national oath? Yes.

Listen …

This school-boy brat Tony is in a closet. He really isn’t able to easily share his horrible stories.

He can cry in a closet. Yes, really. He cries. This trial is so scary. He can sit in a rat’s nest!

So, is he really boorish, nasty, scary?

Is he really a liberal liar?

OR IS HE THE BEST NATIONAL HERO SINCE HE CHASE, CAST A NET TO NAB THE TRIBAL TALIBAN?

Listen at a trial.

At the trial he’ll say that he only tries his best to chart a nation’s star.

Oh, his nation hasn’t any oil at all, so to lie to steal it isn’t so horrible - is it?

It’s easy, isn’t it?

He sent others’ little ones to battle - not his little ones.

This boor can’t try to be in the shoes - those that lost their little ones in this really silly battle all to steal oil.

At a trial, can he at least say he’s sorry?

This rotten, so-call national hero is soon to be a lost, lonely, loser.

Then, so too is his crony - a ‘hero’ in another nation - as he too sit in the hot-seat at a trial.

Ah, to only rest at his only one’s breast! At least she honors this tony actor as her hero!

ALARM!

SEE ME, MR. MACHO, AS A SPECIAL MALE POLICE AS I CHASE A POOR LEECH, SCARE POOR SHEEP, PLACE - A JAIL.

ESCAPE?

HA! HERE???

LOSE HOPE.

HELP HELP!! I AM POOR, PLEASE HELP ME!!

See a male police cop perspire as he poach poor people, reap some praise as a special cop.

See a cheap miser chase poor.

His special solo role is preach hope - all lies - as he harms.

Poor = crime?

He has arms, he aims. He has police armies. Armies help him chase poor miles.

He maps a scenario, prepares a lair - poor.

A sham cop. A shame.

His special charms are his smile, his simple calm, his ha ha.

His crimes are he spoil a promise as a cop helper.

See a scam. Hear screams as his armies rape (see sperm), harm poor.

He is a POSER as a prime cop, an arch police.

He claims he has a special role as his area has scale, is more loose, has more space - MORE POOR PEOPLE.

He see poor as leaches he chase - a caper.

PEOPLE CHOSE  him as his role as LEECH CHASER.

He is a real creep. He REPELS some people.

See him pop a pimple.

Some he homes are so poor!

Senor Arpaio! Please! Please! Help me!

I am so poor! I promise I am here as a helper!!

MARCH!

I AM A COP.

AS A SPECIAL ROLE, I CHASE POOR, I HOME POOR - A JAIL.

A PROMISE IS A PROMISE.

A JAIL IS A PALACE! SO I CARE, SEE?

I’m a real peach!

See rape?

Perhaps.

See peace?

Come here, come closer … see me?

See prism colors.

I am here as people see me as a leech, sheep chaser.

I help REAL people.

I also help sheeple, as a jail I prepare is a palace!

Lend an ear or READ!

DANGER! GORE! ANGER! RAGE!

A dare, a pallor, a glare, leer.

A pledge, a plea!

Gall.

Regard a lad, a loner on dope, regal.

A pen and a pad, a grade-A plan, an adage or an ode.

Glean an ogre parade.

A pagan, a parlor, a red drape.

A roan gallop and leap along a long open road.

Or, a gear, a pedal, a rope, a gale.

Grope, engorge, rape.

Open a ledger and prod a legal angle.

Elope or go on, alone.

Adore, pander - a dear one, a lap dog, an angel, a doll.

Goal?

PEG A LONER - A PRO AND A PEN - LAND A GRAND DEAL - EARN DOLLAR ON A READ - GORE AND DANGER - REAL GLAD.

END A LARGE LORD.

Ladle, lap grape.

All luck? NO!

AN ADORABLE STAR AND A NATURAL TALENT, A BORN ACTOR.

A CALL-BACK.

CAST A STAR ON REEL.

Cobalt blue and scarlet red.

SEE CONTRAST???

A role can suck, but a talented actor, a star on reels can bend, create roles to needs.

ALL NATURAL.

See a back-to-nature star and a callous on a butt.

Take care also, as an actor’s talons are out.

A brat can cut and scar; a doll can be tender and cure.

Run a Bunsen burner or launder a blouse.

Attend to a dear one or be cold and not care at all.

An actor can bust a butt to do stunts, be a pal and banter, knead bread, be at a desk, scour a tub, take a bullet (a blank), and clean a snot nose.

Cute. A clean neck, neat ears, and a natural bust earns an actor dollars - tons.

Sandra can be rude, sullen, sad, under clouds, and blue.

ALERT.

An acute attack on set. Take care.

Track a nut.

Set broken bones.

A burn, arson on a set.

Stand and run.

See a dark lot, a broken lock, a car stolen, a scared Sandra.

Don’t be alone at all.

A SECRET.

SEE ABUSE.

Stuck as a bore, a bland, dull one doesn’t let Sandra out to do as Sandra needs.

A real set-back. See a dear one as bastard.

Sandra does a lot, but a bastard doesn’t let Sandra do as Sandra needs - NOT AT ALL!

A bastard calls Sandra a real c*&%.

Sandra doesn’t talk to a loser.

Sandra can trade.

Lacks a cradle - not care.

A bold one learns, dares, leads, rules.

Sure and true.

TRUST SANDRA TO NOT SUBORN.

Count on a star to use soul, to be best at an actor’s art.

Secure a star at a rate - dollars and dollars and dollars.

Truckloads - so Sandra LENDS, SENDS, DONATES A LOTTA DOLLARS to lost souls.

Read cues, see clues.

As a bastard rants, so Sandra can stab or use bullets on a dear one and end - a rat’s nest.

Take care, Sandra. Don’t be alone and don’t trust a bastard.