Lexigrams of the Moment

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

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!!

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 …

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!

See a famous man, a star in Asia.

In Osaka, in Asia, I mastered an old art and made a modern fun fast-food.

I am founder of a first kind of Asian fast-food.

I made a soft strained udon, so common men earned, stood, and ate.

It takes moments to make - meat or no meat.

Smart men make it, morons make it too.

Most said it is true, sure - I am first to find food for most men to stand to stand to take a fork out and eat.

Soon, a food is inter-national.

An idea makes me a sort of freak, as I turn into a famous star in Asia.

As men ate it as a main food and as a treat, I started to earn more and more funds - on a streak!

From time to time, some random men in Asia said it’s ’so so.’

Some rude dour ones stammer and make a stink!

Some said its odor is of feet!

Some said it taste of sand and dust and dirt.

Some said it is a fad!

I asked, ‘So?’

It’s not steak!

I don’t fear men.

I tried to make a food men eat, and men store. No more.

If men eat it, it is food!

As I die, I eat it.

After I die, and into future, inter-national men remain fans of, donate, and eat our fun, soft, food.

On August 25, 1958, in Osaka, Japan, at the age of 48, and after months of experimentation to perfect a flash-frying method, Ando - a Taiwanese citizen who had born under the era of Japanese rule in Taiwan - marketed the first package of precooked instant noodles under his own Nissin brand. Ando began the sales of his most famous product, Cup Noodles, in 1971, providing a waterproof polystyrene container. As prices dropped, packaged ramen soon became a booming business, worldwide. Ando died in 2007.

Trust us … Sure!

Ask us.

We take risk, we are scary.

We swat, blast, stick it.

Stay back! Stay away!

SICK!

We stab backs, steal treasure, sit back, bask.

A secret - we let water be rusty, caustic, take treasure.

We re-wire a city, let it be a backwater.

See a beast cause a real scare, real scar.

Break, burst, blast, bust, scatter, tear.

We blur, rub a reality. Use a ruse.

A ruse?  We act like we care.

Reality ALERT! BLARE!

We use scare tactics.

Let us take a city, alter it, use it, waste it.

Lack-luster wankers.

We sit back slack, sweat, eat rice, eat a biscuit, wait, let city water be caustic, rusty.

We like treasure, seek treasure, take treasure.

We barter, eat, sit back at a city-base we built, rest, bask. Sweet!

USA balks.

See as we strike, carry a casket stack, bury risk-takers, clear a site, scrub a site.

Care? A ruse. Bite us!

We’re busy! We stare at, screw cute, busty, slutty sewer crabs as we ‘take care.’

Be sure, seek clarity. Yet, it’s true.

React as curt, slick brats act like beastly city rulers.

Reality is, crusty brats are liars, steal, scare areas, let a city rust like a backwater because it’s easy.

Yes, we take a scary risk, yet we abuse a city’s rules, laws - create a sicker state area.

Ask a city-state! A city-state say WE SUCK!

USA BUST US! WE ARE BRATS! WE SUCK AT TRUST!

TRUST US? A REAL WASTE.

Who? What? Where? When? How?

Listen to this Western man’s Eastern ideas and learn to heal.

(What a weirdo!)

Dine on oatmeal, whole wheat, hot lemon tea, salad, and then rest.

His sole, main aim and desire is to aid, lend a hand to, or heal those who are in need.

Let me! I want to! I need to!

This whole-earth healer has the answer - most.

Here we are now with an answer man.

We are drawn to him.

On-line, on e-mail, he reads what we want, and sends an answer.

He tries to learn how to deal with the whole, entire man and woman.

How do we learn? How do I aid them?

What do I do?

Where does the answer lie? Let me see.

He stole some ideas, others he learned, most he trades and shares on-line.

At least he tries.

He wields his name.

Wealth lets me do as I need.

I don’t waste time.

While we wait, he learns and tries to do what we need, and send an answer or two or three.

He is a healer who aids those in need.

No one else has his ‘whole’ idea.

He trades ideas and learns new and old.

Wine, water, and hot tea.

Earth, wind, and sea.

Heat a wild earth stew and hand it to others in the whole wide world.

Listen to Mother Earth and Mister Weil the Healer.

He has the ideas we need.

Also, donate time to others who are in need.

As an older man, he is more wise than most others, and we adore him.

Serious.

All is in order. RULES.

Build solid job. On ground.

RUSE. GUISE. LIES. GUILE.

Signs on job - drug seller.

Desirous.

Desire, need is drug selling.

Bends in blouse. Boring in bed.

Desire, use, need, greed.

See eerie ironies in Julie’s jobs.

Julie bullies so no one judges. BILE.

Insiders ALL judge Julie.

URGE U.S. JUDGES SEE JULIE.

See a riled girl boil, jeer, begin bending rules.

Under Julie, do girls die in drug use?

Julie design drugs, brings drugs, use drugs, sell drugs.

I use drugs on bodies.

User lose. Burn.

See a job bridge - drug designer / drug seller / designer drugs.

A job RIGGED.

Denies selling drugs.

Greed is in job.

A rude snob, loud louse in job.

Snub a louse. GO!

No one needs girls on drugs or rude louse selling drugs in job.

See girls use drugs Julie is selling.

Selling drugs is Julie’s job.

Julie is blind, Julie is blinding, Julie blinds.

LIBLE. GORE.

Julie denies selling drugs.

DUBIOUS.

Julie bungles job. ERRS. Denies.

SUED.

Julie sells drugs under guise - JOB.

EERIE. LURID.

Ill breeds under Julie.

Girls bleed, user dies.

Julie denies, so Julie is grilled.

Julie selling drug series - OBLIGED.

Judges see, juries rule.

See Julie grilled, singed, burned.

Doused.

Sullied, soiled, bound, buried.

His role is as a brand leader.

In concern, care, he considers ideas.

He cares - adores children.

He hears a child’s cries and he cares. He shares.

I cherish children, as children are so scared and scarred.

As he is a rare, bold, hard-head, no one can do as he.

He is a brand and his brand is bold red.

His ideas are radical. No one has his reach.

He is a nice leader. COOL.

He can also be a cold snob.

Call on Richard, send Richard, Richard can-do, Richard carries his load, Richard does.

Richard colors all he does in red.

Chances are Richard earns. He has coins, cash, and he shares.

Ah! He is rich!

He adores race cars and rides in race cars.

He dares as a racer.

He is sober, balanced in his ideas, his chances, his dares.

A scholar in chance, schooled in classics.

He is clean and clear in his dress, he can also be a real slob and boorish.

Since he is older, he is less rash, less bold.

In ease, he is bored.

Once, he has a horrible idea.

He dares and he is scared.

As he dares, he can die alone in a car crash or he can die in his bed alone - colon cancer.

As he is so rich, he can also be slain.

A chance, a chase, a basic error.

A horrid end. A hard end, alone.

A real horror here!

A scandal as he can lose all he has earned on a chance, an error, a bad deal, a bad idea, a dare. A BAD CHOICE. A BAD DECISION. OH!

A basic error here. Sandals on in a car, a bad salad, he’s alone, no one else near.

SO SAD. He is so brash!

He holds an ideal brand.

He does all he can, and he ends scared and alone.

A barn on a ranch, branches.

AIR! AIR! Blood.

All ends in scandal - a basic error - as he brandishes a brand.

Old scolds … Lord!

Our role is to order, rule or use others as a ruse to enable us to rise to be the richest on earth.

To do this, Rothschilds understand our children are the best.

Count on us to control the cash on all corners of the earth.

Rothschilds could take, steal or cheat, but also share - as it’s not nice to be too cold to others.

Our care is to our children.

Our doors are closed to others, to outsiders.

A Rothschild lecture:

Don’t let others enter our household.

As others enter … Oh, Christ! A house of cards.

As others enter our arena, the source, the core, is lost! This cannot occur.

The best ideas are our ideas as outsiders do not take care of our assets, our children, or our cash.

Don’t let others see our children, hear our children or hold our children.

DOUBT others, but USE others. Be cold-hearted to others.

Rothschilds should take care of their children, then send their children out to corners of the earth to do business in- house, in our banks!

TRUST us and care for us.

Hold our cash and the cash of others. Take care of it! Look after it!

Need it! Desire it!

Shut the doors on others.

Others do not care.

Build trains tracks, deal in oil, ride horses.

Be certain of this: Israel is the best, the source.

Build and run a business as if a stakeholder.

Take CARE about our business!

Don’t let others handle the lead roles.

Others do not care, so do not care for others.

Trust no one else.

Educate our children and use others as tools to let us rake it in and be the richest on earth.

My crime - in coffer.

Me - in power.

More power! More power!

My wife, I cower!

We - creepy.

Free? We mope! O’ woe!!

Refer me, my wife for CRIME.

Price?

I prefer my power. For me, power, power, power.

I jeer.

Crime. Creep. Power. Price.

Woe.

Weep.

On October 24, 2009, Jeffrey Picower was found by his wife at the bottom of the swimming pool at their $33-million Florida home. Picower had been implicated for complicity in the Bernard Madoff Ponzi scandal, as he had been the greatest beneficiary of that scheme.