Lexigrams of the Moment

ALARM. DOOM. CURSE A MAN, DAMN A MAN - SAME AS A DEMON. SEE A MAN AS A DEMON.

SELDOM SEEN IN WORLD A MAN AS CRUEL AS MARCUS.

NO MAN CAUSED MORE SADNESS.

SEE A CLUE!

A CRUDE, DOUR, SCUM MAN LOSER, A SOUR ODOR, UNCLEAN, SEEM AS A LORD.

A MAN DARES USE WOMEN - OWN DEAR ONES - AND MURDERS OWN DEAR ONES.

SCUM SCARES, WOUNDS, SCARS, MARS, AND MURDERS OWN.

A NAME CAN DOOM ONE, SEE?

A mean man orders, rules, uses a sword and mean words, closes wooden doors on a woman’s dear ones’ cradle rooms, scares, causes new dear ones scars.

A mean man means words used so women are scared.

See a CRASS crude man rule, lead, scare, and cure us as a A MAN SEEMS A LORD.

A man on a course - use a ruse.

Secure women and use women.

Women are made secured, cured.

Seed semen on close ones and scare.

A mad man adores dear ones, close ones.

Dear ones adore a man and are also scared a man can murder.

A man uses a con, a ruse - adore me and need me, clean a mess or a man SCREAMS AND SWEARS.

RUSE IS USE MOODS AS amused, sure, leader, rule, cure, secure, LORD, and scare AS ‘NORMAL.’

CLOSE DOWN AN ASS!

A MAN CAN USE OWN DEAR ONES AS A MAN USES OLDER WOMEN.

A MAN SOWS SEMEN SEED AS DEAR ONES ARE SCARED.

A solemn woe.

Now Marcus rue a careless dream, a ruse.

Now no one more scared as cold doors - sodom land - are closed and men around and near can use Marcus as a role model - scold, scald, cram and cum on an anus, and murder also.

And we - or some - wonder, can our names doom us also?

No??? Does ‘no’ mean ‘no’?

Moron! Come ON!!!

See a name, read ’sadness’ or more, and run!

AND - use care as we name our own dear ones!!

Amused or real scared now?

READ NAMES AND SEE US AS WE ARE OR END SAD - OR WORSE.

This father of 13, has been convicted of nine counts of first-degree murder and 14 sex crimes, including the rape and molestation of his underage daughters. His victims were his own children, fathered by incestuous relationships with his daughters and nieces, as well as the children by his wife. In 2005, he was sentenced to death by a California court.

FAME, FORTUNE, FUN.

TURN ME ON! Heh, heh, heh.

AMUSE ME!

Ugh. Must he?

Not enough at a trough for Hugh.

As a smug green-horn, through great effort, he grants men the soft human form as he forms, runs a mag for men.

He terms the forms the men stare at as great art - sort of.

He star, host, saunter on a stage strung out, a stoner.

The most free man on earth has no shame.

He’s a a sort of rogue agent for most men.

Note - a strange, smart, strong man has no one to turn to as he gets on.

He fears, rues those un-true. He fumes!

NO ARGUMENT!

AGREE OR GET THE F. OUT!

As he hurts, thus he hurts, harms, haunts others.

A MONSTER! He’s tough.

He fears no one more than mothers - he HATES some of them!

He seems to hate some mothers, as he storms, rages, urges them to go, get OUT of the huge home he shares as others are there!

As a father he use an urgent tone - though no effort to rear them as most fathers.

He often refers the son to the mother, so he not fret. He’s safe!

At home he hums some song, goes here or there, eats oranges, hangs out, forgets. There’s no more go, go, go as of ages ago.

No other human on the earth earns more or gets as far or famous as he as he frames the soft front of the human form TO AMUSE MEN.

He use others to earn. GREASE. GRAFT. He use the human form as art to earn.

For Hugh, the arts are our treasure. For the arts, he has a heart.

He earns as he is a master at mergers: Hugs?

A man must see, stare at her huge soft mangoes!

Must she share them? Must HE share them? He must!

Sure! He must amuse the men!!

Then, at home, stare at the mag’s huge hot form enough … get the heat, see the man’s mouth hang, the nose run, the shaft form …

He moans, groans, grunts as he, another, others (three) rest, amuse one another on one great nest of sugar.

Rough!

Uh oh … hot semen on the sheet, on the sofa, the rugs! UGH.

Get OUT of here, man!

See a huge star surge, get fame, fortune as he use the human (fem) form as art for a mag.

Oh, ahem. No segue here …

He’s a men’s muse, sure, as he agrees, tho he’s sort of a fag.

He turns some men on!

Go see …

Trace, credit, merit a crime to Dominic, an idiot, an editor actor.

React to a crime.

A manic man can ordain, order, dominate one timid.

A man can act timid, act tame, act nice.

A man into erotica.

CODE RED.

An art, a con - candor.

IRONIC.

A rant, a random action, can end in morte.

Cater to Dominic or end in mad, manic reaction.

Don’t mention to Dominic, ‘NO!’

Remain - mean Dominic; remain in tear, end in crania care or die.

Contain, remand a married man, a man intimate and into erotica, a man trained to dominate.

I got to brag some as I am a star.

I am a sort - a priest, a manager. I manage to get one to go to God.

God is great! God is good! I am God’s on-air star!!

I got stairs to God!

I got a good grasp on God.

Most men are not good, so I begin to probe.

Pat noses in on, spies on men’s doings.

I nose, I snoop, I grope, I dig into dirt, I tread on one’s dirt and into one’s bed.

As, again and again, I go into rooms not mine, regard me as a STRANGE MAN.

Bring me a poor man and I, as a priest or a God man, do best to manage a man.

At times I am a bore or I am boring.

I sit, I spar some. I grin.

I got grist.

Pat tries to be best at doing God, aping God.

A MORON, AN ARROGANT BOOR TRIES TO DOMINATE AS AN ON-AIR GOD.

REGARD A GOD STAR AS ONE TO REMAIN IN A GRIN SPENDING TIME ON AIR NOSING INTO ONE’S BED, INTO ONE’S DIRT.

He digs dirt. He noses into beds.

To Pat, to dig, probe, snoop, bore into, nose in, and dig in one’s dirt is GREAT SPORT!

To Pat, marriage is best and abortion is not good.

Good God! Don’t be so bad!

At times, it’s not a good or bad point; Pat strings an idea on and on and on.

Pat regards most men as doomed. Pat regards Pat as great - a near God.

Pat adores God. To Pat, God is great.

To Pat, as man tries to be as God, man is best.

In Pat’s mind, some men need a good strap!

Man is not so great - God is great.

In Pat’s mind, at times, man is too bad to be made good again. Man is GONE.

Pride is bad.

I am not a boring man!

I spend time doing good!!

In Pat’s mind, Pat tries to do good in God’s name, on air.

Bring me a poor man and I manage to get a man to do good, to ape God.

Pat is married to God.

To most, Pat is too arrogant.

Pat goes on and on and on … Pat doesn’t get it.

Man isn’t good or bad - as it is in Pat’s mind.

Man is and man ends as man does - God or no God.

Pat’s mind is arrogant, nosey, probing, snooping.

Does God spit-roast a goober earning as a God-star, on air???

Good God! MORONS GO TO PAT AND DROP EARNINGS TO PAT’S GOD GAME!

ROTTEN!

Pat’s name’s got ‘I am a nosey, probing moron’ in it, so it’s best to regard a man as brat, a rat, and a dope and get gone!

As Pat bores into minds and beds most do regard Pat as an arrogant bastard.

Amen!

ALERT - a lothario, ogler, a rat.

He got hot, lather a lot.

Tag, halt, hit, garrote the lithe ogler at the gate to a hotel.

Ratio a great liar to a great heart …

Rather, a role: a great orator - a rote tale.

The art? Theologia.

At the root - a great hero, a light.

He glare at the hater, the ogre, the irate.

To Horatio, the real goal - go right!

A real tiger rage, tear at, get the grail.

Hail lore, hail a great tale.

Rail at Horatio.

A real orator goat gloat.

We reward a dark maverick.

RAID a dark maverick.

Make a grim wager: Rigid Mark - weak.

We RAVE - a RARE MAGIC!

I craved a reward.

GIVE ME A REWARD! AWARD ME!

I made a mark - a game.

I married a game.

I carried a game. I am a draw.

A driver.

I waged WAR!

IMAGE - weird.

I am wired, raw, avid.

Edge? ARM  - Grade A.

We gawk.

I dared damage a arm, a marriage, a game.

Mired - a dim idea.

I dread a drag, a raid, age, damage, a dirge, a grave.

I gird.

A dire aim - ace a game.

Rage. Ire. Irked.

I am married, a dad.

I regard a marriage - wrecked.

I age.

We divide.

Raked.

Blah, blah, blah.

All bull.

Haul a lamb, maul a lamb.

Bail!

This UAE citizen served as a key lawyer and spokesperson for Sheikh Issa bin Zayed al Nahyan, who in January, 2010, was acquitted in a UAE torture trial that received global attention.

ASK …

BANISH A BAD, LAZY, INSANE . . .?

Has his head been shaken?

He shakes a sandy land.

Is he insane?

As insane, is he able kill any in ease and in zeal, as a snake?

He likes his bikes, cycles?

Has he any idea he is bad?

Yes?

Is he bad?

Yes?

He says, and said, he is insane - in a haze, blank.

Hey? Is sand in his head?

Is his head in sand???

In a shady deal he seeks, he is kissed by an insanely blessed hand and shield.

YES.

See a sneaky snake as he lies and lied, and basks, in ease, sans lashes.

Khalass!

In January, 2010, this UAE citizen who is the son of the former UAE ruler and brother to current UAE ruler, was acquitted of having committed heinous acts of bodily torture on an Afghani grain merchant. According to his lawyer, the videotape of the torture itself, which received global notoriety, could have been tampered with. Furthermore, the lawyer said that his client had been using drugs that made him violent. Other individuals appearing on the videotape - including individuals wearing police uniforms - have received punishments for their role in aiding the torture, according to UAE media reports.

Am I a bum, a ‘ham’?

Am I a Wahabi? A mullah, imam?

I balk - All bull!

(I am a Wahabi mullah ilk.)

I walk a hill, a limb ail.

I milk a law.

I mull. I am mum. I hum.

A hawk will maul a lamb.

I maim.

I will kill.

All hail Allah!

Seven CIA employees and a Jordanian intelligence officer were killed Dec. 30 when this Jordanian doctor / suicide bomber, working for the CIA detonated his cache of explosives at Camp Chapman, a tightly secured CIA base in Khost province, a dangerous region southeast of the Afghan capital Kabul.

Step aside, ’tis I!

This great ego has to chart, steer a great ship.

The earth is his.

I got to go, I got to do! Drop it! PERIOD!

I hate the great herd, I hate dopes!

Oh, Christ!

See a gap … see a trap!

Peter has a great ego, PRIDE.

He acts, he scores, he aces, he is a star.

As he dares, his actions are right.

He is GOD - he desires a stop to terror.

He is a dog - he cheats, strips others their pride.

He zig zags.

So, Peter is great, Peter is a creep.

His peers regard Peter as a priest or a cheater.

He is a sort - he terrorizes those he regards as dearest.

This actor preaches, he dates, he cheats.

Treat Peter as a harried do-er.

As he tries to act right - he creates errors.

This tiger desires riches.

He is hot shit.

He eats grapes.

He has grist.

I do pot-shots, stage riots, get as I desire.

He has a hard grip.

He see a chore, he orders - gets others to do it.

I said, I repeat … DO IT!

He has a deep grasp, as he reads pages, pages, pages - charts.

Peers see Peter as a great air-head - ego.

Peter operates, ran a great ship charted to get others the earth a right path to riches.

He hates those cries he is a short size or his hair is a rag <his hair IS a rag>.

Peter is great at this sport - as he see chaos, he creates order. Others cheer.

He has this edge, so he tries, tries, tries.

His riches are here - a storage chest.

His pride, ego are so great.