Lexigrams of the Moment

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.

Hey, get this will ya?

Bill Gates is brash, smart. Yes?

He’s really always the bright shining star in all he tries.

As he may share:

As I am always in the right legally, all laws wash away.

Blame me, shame me, I’ll always stay in the limelight.

At times, I am in a war against men.

They resent my great managerial ability.

What I am, what I try, hasn’t been easy at all!

They see me as merely a great manager.

Maybe they see me as a bit strange, mean, as well.

Yes, I really am the best manager - yet when I gamble, I’m generally right.

I’m not merely a manager - I’m a master.

As a master, I learn, I try, then I train.

I’m still here, I’m always here.

Many say I get it all.

Yes! I grab it all!

I blew the rest away!

Being the best in my arena, I earn the right in earning as greatly as I am able.

ME! MY! MINE!

I lather in these labels.

The grim slime that lathers in hate by what I gain, earn are merely in my way.

It’s a shame I’m always in a glare, a bright light that glints and lingers.

It’s hell! It isn’t healthy!

At least at night I get a little rest.

Any way, the best things I manage are my meager time and my great wealth.

I share them.

Masahiro, a shark, has a smirk.

Masahiro hums, has aura.

Ask him.

As a Samurai, Masahiro shirks airs.

His aim, his rash risk - Sora.

Sora soars.

A smash.

As a mass has Smash, Masahiro has sums.

Masahiro Sakurai is the Japanese developer of the Nintendo character Kirby. With his own company, Sora, Ltd., which works in partnership with Nintendo, he has developed Super Smash Bros Brawl.

Warren Buffet, an unfunded rude brat, traded.

A rare, raw-beef eater dared.

At war, Warren feared a draft, fretted and faded.

(A fad at war … fade!)

Warren returned, ran a fund anew - an art.

Under Warren, an underfunded fund fared, earned.

Warren earned and earned.

Few warrant a reward.

Warren Buffet warranted a reward.

True.

Warren Buffet, a fund warden, undefeated.

Future?

A dear warder bereft, retarded, daft, dead.

See me! Hear me! Let me!

Martha’s smart. She has the answer.

She hears. She learns: where, when, what.

Martha’s rare talent slate relates as a theme.

Her slant? Themes matter!

She warms stew, salts ham, heats mash, steams raw meat, hems neat tarts, sews shams, waters stems, treats trees, heals welts, mantles wreathes, sends letters, lathers wash, trashes waste, melts hearts, tames men.

She wears warm sweaters, has a warm heart.

Martha’s wart? She’s rash. She hates math.

Her shame? The rats’ nest.

She hates, sneers at the man that let her steal.

She went at that man as a war!

She has wrath at sham laws, lawmen that harm her.

The law she hates sent her to the rats’ nest.

She relents, steels her heart as she enters the rats’ nest.

There, the walls stare at Martha, Martha stares at the walls.

There, Martha shares her heart. Her mates there last.

Later - at last - when Martha re-enters the arena, at least she’s seen as a star.

Her wares are at the Mart.

Martha hates that as she’s seen as mean, that she hasn’t mental health.

What a sham, what a shame.

She shares her warm hearth.

She has health.

She has wealth.

A PURE CREEP, A PROUD PRICK PERCHED THE TOP - THE ‘REPORT THE TRUTH’ EMPIRE - REPORT PURE CRUD TO THE THICK HERD.

PUKE IT OUT - REPORT! TRICK THEM! MUCK UP THE TRUTH.

HE KEEP THE DOPE MIRED - MUD, MUCK. A CARD TRICK, A REPORT.

KEEP THEM TRICKED. MURDER THEIR HOPE.

OUR REPORT - A TOKE, COKE DOPE TO THEM, A TORTURED TRUTH.

Her? Ripe, rich, prim, pert, cute.

A torturer, a murderer.

I keep her / them - dark.

I hide. I direct.

The curt, proud Director here.

I pick out, hire the reporter.

I keep or drop him or her.

To report - chore, torture.

Put TEETH to it!

Report the pure truth?

Dupe the thick herd!

MURDER, TORTURE THE TRUTH.

MURDER, TORTURE THE THICK HERD.

Choke a chump.

Keep the report temp tepid to hot!!

Rip it up!! HIDE THE TRUTH!

REPORT PURE ROT.

KEEP THE THICK HERD - THE DARK!

DUPE the chump. Dump him. Put him out.

PRIME THE HERD - DUPE THEM. REPORT THE PURE TRUTH?

DROP IT. Hurt them, hit them! Murder them!

Chump! Dope! DUPE THEM.

I DEEM THE REPORT TRUE … I, ME!

I ORDER THE REPORTER TO DO THE REPORT!

I DIRECT! DUPE THEM!

The truth hurt me much.

TRUE.

HE HURT - A RICH PRICE.