Lexigrams of the Moment

Please validate me! I am alive in spirit!

I die as an evil bitch stabbed me at a ranch.

I am a brave team star.

I am a master.

I rise, I descend.

I tried, I achieved.

I bench pressed, I raced, I sped.

I heard cheers.

I earned a star.

An evil devil, I raped a bitch.

Shit! I am hit!

BITCH!

Blame me, I am a brat.

I am a cheater.

I cheated.

A bitch hits me.

I slap her, spit at her.

I can’t remain a star speed racer in an event.

I seem a decent chap, I am a real bastard, an evil devil.

I rape, I cheat, and I hit and slap a bitch.

In end, a bitch hit me and I die.

It’s in this name. See it, read it, hear it.

A name reveals a creep’s tale.

A bitch can’t share this tale.

Can a cute, talented (a little) girl go to a court trial and end in a guillotine?

Non? Oui?

A lurid tale …

A TITLED runner dies as Claudine gets and loads a Lugar gun, and gets a runner in gut at a lodge in Colorad[o].

Claudine got a court trial, got to dating a court aide, cleaned a gaol cell a little, and got out.

I argue in court - I cannot direct a gun at a talented, titled runner! I adore a runner!

A runner and I argued! I agree!

I cannot do it! No! No!

Lordie!

O God!

Congratulate a dull girl!

At a court trial, a cold dull girl got to go out.

Claudine got a little guilt.

Claudine go out alone, dine alone, do a drug alone.

A long line glare at a cold druggie.

A real grind - no end.

GUILT, GUILT, GUILT.

DANGER! ALERT!

I urge all to regard a cute gentle girl in anger and on a drug - a total retard - a danger to all in an area near.

Don’t neglect to tell all near Claudine to GET OUT!! RUN!!

A cute NEGLIGENT GIRL GOT A LUGAR GUN OR A DAGGER.

A girl, a dinner, a gun, ROULETTE, a golden runner die.

A girl grilled at a court trial, cried!

Count on a girl IN GREAT CLOUT - a great credit - TO COLLUDE TO GET OUT.

Great clout, an aid.

A tired girl attend a court trial.

Tell one near Claudine: ‘Run to get out! A girl in anger got a gun! RUN! No one can tell a cute, decent girl could dare to load a gun and target a great runner!’

ON GUARD!

A gentle girl got a good lung, a great leg, and a Lugar gun.

DON’T LET A GIRL ON DRUG AND IN ANGER OUT ALONE.

DURING A COURT TRIAL CLAUDINE CRIED AND CRIED, IN DENIAL.

Claudine cleaned a cell - NOT LONG, not long enough!!

All regard Claudine a gentle girl! All adore, dote on Claudine, a dear one!!

Claudine - Our little golden nugget ingot!!

NOT.

No candor.

Claudine not good. Claudine got on a drug and Claudine got a gun and load it.

Ugh!

Claudine - an engorged C#^%.

REGRET, REGRET, REGRET.

RUE, RUE, RUE.

No one nudge a girl to tell all.

All regard Claudine a darling little dearie. CLAUDINE - EERIE!

No one at all regard Claudine a DANGER.

All are LURED INTO AN ACT, A ROLE.

UNREAL, UNTRUE.

An ac[c]ident? NO.

All continue to TAUNT CLAUDINE.

CLAUDINE RUN REGRET AND GUILT GAUNTLET UNDER UNENDING GLARE.

ALL GO: ‘ATTENTION - CLAUDINE NOT IN A CELL LONG ENOUGH!!’

URGENT: DON’T LET A GIRL GET OUT!

Langour, linger, long, dire regret.

Claudine - not a great actor, not good in a role on reel, not a great talent.

And, Claudine - not good.

A girl in glee, a girl glad to COLLUDE TO GET OUT, ON A DEAL.

CLAUDINE COLLUDE, LAUNDER - A COURT AIDE AID CLAUDINE, AND LATER DATE CLAUDINE.

GRANT a girl under court rule, an out.

CLAUDINE LAUD A LOUD ORDER IN COURT - GO!

GET OUT !!

I GOT TO LAUNDER A DELICATE NEGLIGE AT NINE!

I GOT TO  EAT ORGANIC COURGETTE AND TUNA AT TEN!

LANGOUR, LOITER, LOUNGE, LINGER, LONG TO RE-DO …?

TIRED - A RIDE ON A LONG GUILT TRAIN?

NO!

I DON’T CARE!!

I GOT GALL - A LOT!

A DONE DEAL: I AGREED IN COURT TO NOT TELL ONE DETAIL ON A LURID TALE UNTIL I DIE.

Whee!

RIGHTEOUS!

See a hot star soar in sun, on a snow run at the HUGEST show on earth this winter.

I soar through the air as I go on runs in snow.

Those who stare shout, I hear ‘Go Shaun!’

I groan! Oh, shit! Ow! WATER!

THIS IS HUGE! THIS IS GREAT!

WHAT A RUSH!

Wager this rogue star who goes on runs in white sugar snow hits great heights and goes on stage to gather what others want to grant to the rarest star on earth in snow on runs.

Shaun goes out into the white to hang out - not to get a win, not to get an awar[d].

Sure, true.

See a hot tiger on the hunt, hear a tiger roar on a run in the snow.

Woe to the other who tries to wage war on Shaun.

Shaun OWNS this rare art in snow.

He got hunger, grit.

He rush, he swing, he turns, he hate the newer snow.

Where is he?

He rush, turn, hit the highest heights, shot right out into the air! He is so high!

He is the highest!

We grant a great star in snow the right to win as no one is as great in this snow art.

No one hits his heights, no one reaches his height in a rare art.

He stun, haunts us as we stare at the white, see a rare snow whore tear at turns.

Hear this snow hog grunt as he eat it raw.

As a wee one, he was rather gaunt. His heart was not strong.

Worries!

He hung on, he grew strong, he rose to great heights in a rare art in snow.

He argues, he is not SO great. He has guilt as he gets wins.

Then again, no other got the hunger, the grit Shaun got.

Now this rust-hair others tease is a USA star at the HUGEST show on earth.

A wash-out, a shut-out.

New news tarnish a star … not now though.

When?

Right now? He gets HUGS!

Oh, shit!

Avoid a visit to a land.

Turn around.

Avoid a turn on a hill.

In a risk, a smart man has a vision - it is a turn.

It is his turn to run a rad hill, and the hill has darts and turns.

Damn it! Don’t do it!

Sit! Drink a vodka!

Nodar, hold on!

Trash a run on a dark road.

Sit it out.

A man vomits as a man is told a man must do a run.

So, on a random run on a dark hill, on a visit to a land, a nomad, a star at his art, sat on a ski, slid into a turn, hit a mark, rams into a mast, skids and lands out.

A vain man - I am a stud, a hunk! I am hot-shit! - lands in a vast void.

A man in a mask vanish.

This is not human.

This is a sin.

It is vital to avoid travail, avoid rash risk.

Soak it in! THINK! ASK!

Should I or shouldn’t I run a risk?

Am I a shark or a human?

Vain or smart?

Rash or rational?

Don’t do as told! Man is mortal!

A smart man does as is vital.

Oh, Lord.

Ash to ash, dust to dust.

THIS RUN SHOULD SHUT.

Want to know a secret?

He has a DARK SECRET.

HE HATES THOSE WHO WANT TO TAKE WHAT HE EARNS.

He was scared, then he wasn’t scared. At the end, he scared others.

Who is sacred? Who is a heathen?

Don’t ask Joe. Joe doesn’t want others to ask, Joe doesn’t want others to know.

Joe thanks those who don’t ask, who don’t press a nose to what he does or where he works or how he earns or where he stash the cash.

AT AN END, AS HE CRASHED, HE WANTED OTHERS TO AWAKEN, TO TAKE A STAND.

AS WE WORK, EARN, KEEP A CASH STASH, STOP THOSE WHO WANT TO TAKE WHAT WE EARN AS WE WORK.

WE ARE SCREWED!

He doesn’t want others to know what he does, where he works, when he works, how he spends, who he hates, or how he hopes to create a scare.

How do others not know what he stews on?

Joe poses, he acts.

See a poser, hear an actor, a prankster - a sort.

Posers and actors don’t want others to know.

No one knows what he knows.

Joe asks, yet no one answers.

Joe WANTS HONEST ANSWERS. Joe NEEDS REASONS.

Joe hates when others answer ‘I don’t know.’

When he doesn’t KNOW, he reacts.

He wonders, he ponders, he keeps on ask, ask, ask.

What does he want to know?

He wants to know HOW others can take what he earns as he works!

He hates others to know what he does and then to take the cash he pockets.

He wants to know how we can take power.

He wants to take power.

He wants to create a war on those who want to take the cash we earn as we work.

Joe won’t pander to those who want to take.

Joe takes a stand. Joe takes pot-shots, Joe swears, Joe DRAWS A WEAPON - NOT A PRANK -SO TAKE CARE.

Joe wants others to do as he.

As the pot shots don’t work, Joe creates a scare.

Joe ends as he creates a crash.

Joe hopes the scare he creates sends others - who work and earn cash to stash - to do as he.

ASK. NO ANSWER?

TAKE POWER. CREATE A WAR. SCARE OTHERS.

SACK THOSE WHO TAKE THE CASH WE EARN AND WHO DO NOT CARE.

THROW THE ASS WHO TAKES ON THE TRASH HEAP.

We need to earn cash so we work. When others take what we earned, we need to act!

Read Joe’s screed, Read Joe’s credo: WE ARE SO SCREWED!

Joe now watches to see how others react to the scare, the crash he created at an end.

He hopes those who see a red-hot hard crash awaken to the need to take a stand to STOP those who take the cash we earn as we work.

Mayumi Heene

I am IN-HUMANE.

I’m a mum mum.

My man! Him! He!

HEY!

Richard Heene

Chide a dear.

Hide a dear in a chair.

Raid Richard.

In a rare dare, Richard hide a dear.

Mayumi / Richard Heene

Hear a rhyme.

Deny and cry.

Man! EERIE!

I married a chum … and I can murder a chum I married!

Chide him / her.

Remain married her /him and end in dire dread.

Damn a rude, crude hard-head.

I dare hide a dear under a chair.

I REMAIN MUM.

I deny I am a rude. I deny I made a dear hide.

A dream, an idea, a dare - HIDE HIM!!

Many can read in media my in-air dare!!

I can end RICH!!

HAM here.

Damn a crummy idea!!

Bee.

Eel.

Leg.

Neck.

Keen ken.

Glee.

Kneel.

Beg.

Eek.

Bell knell.

Geek.

Send, lend.

Render glee.

Engender reels.

Legend.

Gels.

Edge.

Seer.

Sneer - greed.

Needs?

GREEN.

A fantastic tale, a fine fable.

A street cretin talent is able - earns an eternal star as a real class act.

Fans are eternal as a star’s talent, craft is rare.

Frank is first, best at a craft.

Frank’s beat sense is rare.

Albeit, Frank is a wanker - a bit.

Frank’s sin, stain is - Frank can’t resist a fair face, nice tits, ass.

Frank sees a fair face as a fast snack.

At least a freak is frank in talks.

Frank’s face is basic.

Frank can be dark, scary.

Frank can sneak like a snake, be a rank caliber brat.

Frank acts as if a fart can’t stink!

Frank steals fair faces, not care, not blink, not fret.

Stars fear Frank, Frank fears a rat’s nest.

Frank fears far battles.

Blasts scare Frank.

As it is, Frank’s life is like a fantastic fable.

Take a street brat, test a talent, let a star rise, earn/bank fat salaries, attain eternal fans.

In a fine life, a talent basks in ease.

FACTS.

Make or break.

Brim.

Bear more.

Be oak.

Ear-mark.

Roam.

Aim.

Bake.

Rake.

Bark.

Rob.