I am in harm - many charm me, many harm me.

HORNEY!

I can remain in a coma.

I am in a coma.

I harm my crania.

CANE ME!

I am in a chain.

No one can reach me.

I can charm any one.

In a rainy March, I am in a coma, in care.

I cram in my crania more! More! More!

Hey!

My crime?

A ham, I earn on my nice, corny charm.

Hear me.

I am my name.

RE-NAME ME - I AM IN HARM.

I HARM MY CRANIA, I REMAIN IN A COMA.

andrew young

AN UGLY GARGOYLE WOULD GUARD A WORLD LEADER.

Regard a greedy guy guarded, wary, leery, worried and in danger.

An ornery weirdo longing, yearning - a golden egg.

A new world leader laid a golden egg and I ran.

I earned a goal! I would aid a world leader!

On a word, I’d loan an organ - a lung!

Lordy! A wordy guy would go on and on and on.

All world in on a daring lie.

I denied any wrong-doing.

A near world-leader lied, an ugly girl lied, and I lied.

I would do any wrong! I would lie and I would deny I lied!

We regarded a near world leader a dear one.

I wagered I would lay low, win in a long run.

I now rue urging on a lie.

Now alone, in anger, rage, ire I deride a near world-leader, in on a large lie.

DRUDGERY. GROAN. WOE.

An ugly girl need aid? I run.

Doing wrong, I grew old and nearly ended dying alone in an ugly world.

A wedded one and I waged war on an ugly underworld.

Now we are weeding in our garden.

We grow our own new wing and glide on any wild wind.

Andrew Young had served as an aid to former U.S. Presidential candidate John Edwards. To protect the wife of John Edwards from news of her husband’s sex scandal with Rielle Hunter, Andrew Young agreed with the proposition by Edwards that he claim that he was the father of Hunter’s baby, when in fact Edwards was the father.

Amuse me.

I sure am a user.

A ruse is - I am sure.

See a sunrise in a slum.

I amuse men. Men amuse me.

I am a muse as I seem sure.

A man use me as a muse, as I am sure.

I SEEM sure.

I am a mule, use me.

I see a menu.

Allure is, I seem sure. I seem a muse.

Real is, I am a user.

A ruse is, I use.

Rules are in a manual. I use rules.

Rules are sure.

A rule-user harms, lies, is a liar.

A liar uses a ruse, harms.

Shall I lie? Shall I use a ruse? Shall I seem sure?

Am I his muse? Shall he hire me?

A ruler hires me as a muse, an amuser.

An allure - a ham, a muse, a sure man.

Rinse, shine, allure.

I shame a man, a ruler.

As I seem sure, a ruler see me as a muse.

I am a liar, I am un-sure, I am a user.

I am a miser.

As I see a sale, I run!

A REAL SHAME HERE.

Allure is I shine as I lie, use.

See his name, see a liar, see a user, see an allure, see a real shame.

See a sin.

See a lame ruler as his muse - ashen, in shame - is a real liar.

I SMILE AS I SELL ARMS.

SHUN HIM.

HE’LL HARM U.S.A.

SURE.

RUSH!

In a game, a madman ham made many die in a day.

A madman die - hanged - in a game he managed and made many die in.

Damn him.

In a game he managed, Adam, a ham, made many men aged, damaged, hanged, dead.

In a naming game, read in Adam Gadahn Pearlman: ALARM! REGARD A MAN A REAL DANGER.

I MANAGED MANY MEN, AND MANY MEN MANAGED ME IN A DYING GAME.

AS A SPRITE, RAVES.

APT.

A spirit tries, a spirit tires.

A STAR CAPTIVATES.

A spat.

A pa craves raves - a pare[n]t spit at a spirit, a pest.

A trap - A CAPTIVE SPIRIT.

A spirit tries space.

A pa - Iciest. Racist. A pest. Trivia. Tripe. Prate.

A rapist? A rape? Cries? Tears?

A pa stare at, scare a spirit, a star.

Save a spirit!

A cat sits, stares.

Carpets are rare.

A spirit - a trap.

A river rat, a viper, asp, a trap.

A vice, a price.

Crap.

Visit a rat-trap - a pa spit at a private artist as a private artist practi[c]e at a carpet as a cat stare.

A private artist, a captive spirit, a star captivates, a spirit at rest.

Upon the death in New Jersey, in February, 2010, of this very private woman who had only been known as a home-owner landlord who had only ever looked after her parents, news emerged that as a child, she had been a highly praised prodigy violinist.

As he faces fears, he frees men from false fears.

As he cares for REAL AMERICANS, from his camera, from his film reels come fresh frames.

He feels fears of Americans, he faces fears for Americans.

If he see a scam or liars or crime, he chase the scene, he form the frame, he face immoral criminals for Americans.

He hears cries, he hears a scream, he feels fears of American ‘losers.’

Some feel him a fool or an oaf, as his form is immense!

Also, some Americans in chairs - in chains of fear - feel Moore forces fears.

Fools, morons in ease feel no fear - so, Moore’s films scare some, as he forces Americans - FACE REAL LIFE. FACE FEAR OR FAIL AS A REAL AMERICAN.

CHANCES ARE, SOME FEARS AMERICANS FACE ARE FALSE.

SOME FEARS AMERICANS FACE ARE REAL. FACE FEARS AS ONE FORCE.

FILM CRIMINALS ON CAMERA, SCARE CRIMINALS, SCARE SELFISH IMMORAL FOOLS.

He is an American hero.

Some fear him, fear his films, as he remains in one’s face.

A main aim in life for him is for American life - free of malice, free of harm, fair, safe, clean.

His flow, his force is firm, CALM.

His charm is he cares, he shares, he is fair.

He seem a maniac; he has no fear of criminals, of scammers, of liars, of immoral fools.

As he frame a real scene in a close room, he snare a liar, scare a liar, air a moral.

His films scare liars, criminals, scammers, immoral fools.

His claim for fame is, he chase a crime, face a criminal, film a real scene of an immoral fool, free Americans from false fears.

In his films, Moore schools Americans.

In Moore’s real frames, Americans learn a scammer or a criminal can seem nice or sane.

Moral?

Life in America is clean, remains safe if Americans form as a force - scream as one - face fears - chase liars, scammers, criminals or selfish, immoral fools.

See?

His name is cool, eh?

A CRETIN CAN DRINK, PLANT/TOKE POT, PLOT, TRICK, TRAP, KILL.

CHIDE A CHILD, BERATE A BRAT - A BAD HABIT.

LOCK A CREEP, A KILLER IN JAIL.

DON’T PONDER THE ACTION. DON’T THINK. ACT!

A COP PARDON A POLITE CRETIN ON A ROAD.

A CRETIN THINK - I CAN BE A KARATE BLACK-BELT, I CAN BE A PILOT, I CAN BE AN ACTOR, I CAN BE A REAL KILLER.

A PARENT CAN TELL A CHILD TO TAKE CARE TO TAKE A PILL.

A CHILD CAN TELL A PARENT TO DROP IT.

DIAL A COP.  CALL A COP. TRACK A COP CAR.

CRAP!

A RANT CAN END IN DEATH AT A PARK, A HOTEL, A ROAD.

PATRICK, A CRETIN, THINK - I’D LIKE TO KILL THE ONE TO OPEN THE CITADEL.

PAID TO KILL, HIRED TO KILL. A HIRED KILLER.

THINK ON IT.

PAID TO ENACT A PLOT, PAID IN POT PLANT OR DRINK.

I’D BET ON IT.

A RICH PRICE.

In March, 2010, this certified bi-polar manic-depressive man opened fire on guards at the Pentagon, resulting in their deaths. He was consequently shot and killed.

HE CONTROLS THE STORY SO OTHERS SEE THE PRETENSE, THE PHONEY.

The style: cool, then hot.

Be the sore loser, then be the better person.

Be the person to better the other. Be the best.

On the set, he can open, enter, then close the closet on the poser type.

The plotter can test anyone, esp. the sort on thrones - the ‘best.’

HE CAN PESTER THE POSER, HE CAN REPRESENT THE BEST POSER.

PRONE TO BE SLY, COY - TO PRY, TO CON OTHERS, TO TEST OTHERS.

HE POSE AS THE POSER, THEN TEST TO SEE THE PRETENSE, THE STORY.

HE SEE THE PRETENSE, HE TEST THE PRETENSE, THE STORY.

ONCE HE SEE THE PETTY, HE TRY TO STOP THE PHONEY ONES - TO STOP THE PRETTY STORY.

HERE! SEE!

THE BROTHER TO OTHERS NOT REST.

THE BROTHER HOPES TO OPEN THE CLOSET, LET OTHERS SEE THE PRETENSE.

HE BOLTS ONTO THE SET TO SHOOT THE SCENE, TO SETTLE THE SCORE.

HE PRESENT THE POO, THE POTTY ON THE THRONE - NOT SO PRETTY.

NO ONE ELSE STEP ON THE ROOTS, TRY TO STOP THE B.S. - ONLY THE BEST PEST.

Nosy, nuts, rash. A snot.

An author turns out a short story - art.

Burns brush, burns trash, burns you, burns us.

Sort out a boy, a runt.

A boy, a sort.

As a boy hurts, a boy turns to boy-toys to rub, to rut, to burst out.

As a story outs, Roy’s art, Roy’s run turns to rust.

As a snot snub you, you snub a snot.

Bust a brat, out a brat, oust a brat.

Burn a short story as rot.

I am so far from real it isn’t safe for most to get near me.

I AM STRANGE!

Listen to me!

Life is a great gift …

I grant gifts to fans as I entertain on stage.

I am a great talent.

I imagine.

I sing.

I am a singing star on stage.

I manage a team of stage managers.

To remain a great star, to remain FIRST, I gotta let go.

I am free of fears, I am not little girl.

I got a lot of TALENTS.

I IMAGINE, I MANAGE, I SING, I ENTERTAIN.

If I fail, see me in anger, in a rage.

I am a foremost, greatest singer on stage.

To entertain, I seem strange.

At times, I wing it.

As I am getting fatter, I groan.

It’s a real feat to fit fat feet into stiff forms.

I got a nose ring, so?

If a man in fangs strangle me on stage, it’s not real - it’s just as I imagine it.

Got it?

I’m as real as most; I fart too.

Posted at the request of Josh from Indiana, USA.