Lexigrams of the Moment

CATCH THIS VERMIN, THIS SCUM!!

HE CAN MURDER.

He is in the act - murder, as she tries run.

This craven act is his shame, sin, stain.

He is driven - HIS NAME DRIVES HIM.

MURDER, MURDER, MURDER.

He dreams he scares her, then he has her in his hands and then she screams.

He can crush her. See her cuts, scratches.

THIS IS TRUE.

THE CRIME - MURDER - IS IN THIS NAME.

HE CAN MURDER AND THEN DRIVE HER CAR - A CRUISER, VISIT CHUMS, EAT INDIAN.

Invite him in? INVITE DISASTER.

SHE IS SAVED - MURDER - AS SHE RAN.

HIS ASS IS NAILED.

Scant DNA evid[e]nc[e].

VERDICT? TRUE.

THIS TIME HE MUST SIT.

CHASTISE A CRETIN.

In March, 2010, in San Bernadino, CA, this man was arrested in the attempted sexual assault of a Malibu jogger who escaped by jumping off a cliff and sliding down a steep hillside. The victim, a 35-year-old woman, had finished a run and was standing at the edge of a cliff when she was grabbed from behind. She and the man struggled for several minutes before she was able to break away, run and jump off the cliff. Deputies say that before he was caught, the suspect got away in her Toyota Land Cruiser. DNA evidence in her cuts and scratches linked him to the assault.

See Erin in weird, dire news.

Erin is IN news, Erin IS news.

Read news, wire news, air news.

Erin wanders in ease, wines and dines.

A swine see Erin in raw, in drawers, and renders Erin INSANE!

Erin swear - in a war!

In end, Erin wins.

Erin wins rewards.

As Erin’s sad news airs, a new darer reads Erin’s news.

A new, weirder darer is in need.

A snide darer rides Erin, wears Erin, drains Erin - near earns as Erin near dies in weeds near a raw sewer drain.

ERIN SNARES A DARER.

ERIN’S DARER IS SEEN, SNARED.

Sad news wanes, ends as Erin is risen, Erin is a winner.

Erin needs new news ideas.

It’ll run until it burn or until it burn all.

Loath to ban it??

In birth, ABORT A BRAT, A RUNT.

Born, BURN it.

Turn it, halt it, boil it, broil it, burn it, out it.

IT HURT ALL.

IT ROB ALL.

IT HAUNT ALL.

IT BILL ALL.

ALL IT BUILT TURN TO ROT.

HINT: A NUT RUN IT, A NUT RAN IT. A NUT IN ON IT ALL.

TURN IT ON HOT IN A BATH - BURN.

UNTIL ALL HALT IT, IT’LL BURN ALL.

IN A TRIAL, ALL RANT, RAIL, BLURT OUT - BURN IT! BURN IT! BURN IT!

A HABIT - HALLIBURTON BUILT IT, HALLIBURTON BILL IT TO [THE] HILT.

ALL HAIL HALLIBURTON!?

BULL!

As life may seem easy for Jimmy, JIMMY IS A MORAL SOLDIER.

He earns money as he aids - middle.

Maladies.

His dad dies.

Years, he dreamed he had his dear old dad.

He dares, he is a hard-headed moral leader for shy, afraid.

HE IS IDOLISED AS A MORAL LEADER.

SOME SEE HIM AS A ROLE MODEL, IDOL FOR MILD, SHY, AFRAID.

He has fame as a moral leader.

JIMMY MADE HOMES FOR MIDDLE.

JIMMY MADE HOMES SAFE.

As he is a real leader, army defers him.

Jimmy forms role as moral leader, holds role as moral leader for years.

Some Mafia meddles as Jimmy seems slimy - as Jimmy had immoral affairs.

FRAMED.

Sad, he has a middle role - he does sordid Mafia deals.

Jimmy is jailed.

Jimmy’s former moral role fades from memory.

He seem same as a loser, so years, years, some deride him.

HE IS A REAL SORE LOSER.

So? Did he die? Did he hide? Did Mafia ‘off ‘ him?

Does he fear Mafia? Does Mafia alarm him? YES.

Mafia harms him. He flees.

RIFLE FIRED FROM A LADDER.

MAFIA FIRED A RIFLE.

He smiles as he dies.

FIRED.

Mafia aims fire, riddles him.

FLAMES.

JIMMY’S SOLE JOY OF HIS LIFE IS HIS HOME, HIS FAMILY LIFE.

IS HER DEATH ETHICAL?

TONS SAID IT IS NOT - TONS SAID TO SAVE HER.

She denies she doesn’t eat, then she starves to death, then she dies.

She is in the closet on this. This is her sin, her stain.

She dies as she doesn’t eat, as SHE STARVES TO DEATH AS HER CHOICE.

This is an eerie tale.

She doesn’t do as she is told, then she creates all loved ones into her slaves to save her!

HER LOVED ONES SLAVED OVER HER TO NO END, AND IN VAIN, AS SHE IS A CLOSET LIAR.

SERVE ME! SERVE ME! SERVE ME!

SHE STEALS AND STOLE THE CARE AND LOVE OF HER LOVED ONES.

THIS IS HER ROLE - ENSLAVE THE OTHERS SO THEY DO AS SHE NEEDS AND SERVE HER EVER AND EVER.

OVER AND OVER AND OVER - NO END.

IRONIC AND EERIE.

She needs an electrician inside her head!

Is she alive? Is she not alive?

The entire earth sees her on TV in intensive care as she nears her end, as she dies.

She eats then she shits. Oh dear.

She is so loved. Her loved ones adore her.

The loved ones tried to save her.

It is her choice to not eat. It is then her choice to die.

Their case to save her is on TV so the earth can see.

Does she have a chance?

No.

The ct-scan reveals that she has no electric in her head.

Her dearest loved one, her mate, tried hard to save her also.

He did a lot, then, at the end, he said I can’t and neither can other loved ones.

In the end, he said to let her die as she can’t do one action or have one idea in her head as she chose to not eat.

She ends as she chose - lost and ever in care as she dies.

See the time … it’s over.

A sad, eerie, ironic tale as she chose to die, then her loved ones tried to save her - in vain - as she doesn’t even care to eat!

It’s the DRIEST heat - a swelter.

His shirt, his dish-dash is wet with sweat.

The head-gear stick to the head!

The dirt is thick!

With great thirst, this drifter walked the desert.

Pack, walk, ride, write. Pack, walk, ride, write.

Write pages. Read. Take great pics!

THIRST!

WATER! WATER! WATER!

Spit. Take leaks. Crap. Strip. Sleep.

Realise that while at war, this artist created theatre.

His stage is the desert - he directs, he is the star.

The first act he sips tea with a sheik.

He takes a desert walk - a rare passage, a rare trek - with a sheik.

As this white takes this risk, he has their respect.

He faces the facts, he writes the facts.

This artist respects what he sees as the perfect life - WILD DESERT PEACE.

He has raw pride.

A pacifist at heart - a wild desert street priest preach peace - the desert is his escape.

The price is cheap.

He felt safe as he respected desert life.

He is sick with grief, fright, fear, he wipes sweat as he faces war, sees deaths at war - East Africa.

He wept, reacted with fright as he knew the raped, he knew the rapist.

At a war site, he faked his death. He fled.

The desert spark his artistic fire.

He writes pages that are read far, wide.

FREAK OUT!

Feature this soul star in arenas on earth in front of tons of fans.

FO SHO! FOR SURE!

This fashionista has a store-house full of soft furs, feathers, as she sees this as fun for all to see her in.

As she is seen in arenas, she has to shine.

She is on FIRE! She is HOT!

She has to filter out all the noise! Her full house of fans in all the arenas on earth riot, shout out to her!

All like to see her fashion, hear her fresh soul art hits.

She is the first star of her ilk - she has soul hits - her forte.

She has to hit all the fast notes, the full notes, the far notes.

In her art, she is a rare star - a RARE USA TREASURE.

After she trains, the result is strains herself.

She has a hostile father. She is also hostile.

Hit on her - AROUSE A LION IN A FOREST.

HEAR HER ROAR!

Strife is in her house, a rift. She is hostile to another, to others.

She feels she is a lost soul.

She is not. She is a treasure house of the soul art in the USA.

A star has it in her to fail, to lose all as she strain.

She has no one else. She is alone.

This is her last tour. This is her last hour.

She has a rehearsal at ten, then she’ll rest.

She hates those - tie her in a knot, tell her ‘Rest!’ ‘Like this!’ ‘Here!’ ‘There!’

LET ARETHA ALONE!

She has to take a rest!

She feels faint!

The health of her heart is at stake as she likes to eat steak or surf-n-turf or a roast or FRIES!

She has to lose her fat! She is so soft, so full of fat!

She is a hunter, a fisher of those in faith.

In her art she has in her the fuel, the fuse of a star that shine on this earth.

Tho she has no relief of strife, still, she hasn’t lost her faith.

She sure is the first star of soul, a real USA treasure.

She has to lose her fat or at this hour she’ll lose her life! Her heart is full of fat!

In a funk.

She rents her house out to others. These others use her - a ruse - these others fail to ensure she earns on this lease. This other is a real louse.

ALERT! A STRANGER GETS IN ONE’S PANTS, INSERTS HIS PENIS IN HIS ASSHOLE!

THIS PRIEST IS SATAN ON PLANET EARTH, ON THE GLOBE.

STOP THIS STRANGE RAPIST PRIEST.

He hates these parents! He hates those girls!! GO! GET LOST!

HIS IS THE HOLIEST PENIS ON EARTH.

HE SANITIZES THE PRIEST RAPE STORIES AS HE HOPES THE EARTH SEES THE PRIESTS IN A GREAT LIGHT.

Realize as those sore losers plea - NO! NO! HELP! PLEASE! THE PRIESTS ARE RAPING!

This one lets his other priests go on, rape, grope, get in one another’s pants.

In his role as a saint, as the holiest spirit on earth, his response to pleas is to stop the noise, to let others go, to let others rape, steal, sneer, jeer, spoil, grope, pose as priests.

This is great sport! Pose as priests, rape the least, the losers, then strangle the lies, the liars.

His sin is, he realizes he helps the rapist priests, then he lets the priests go!

He sent the rapist priests to other PARISHES!

He sees the tears, senses the pain, hears the irate parents, then he lists reasons to ignore their pleas!

See this priest as alone, lost, steering a great giant ghost ship into the earth’s sharp shore.

He spits on the least. He shits on the least.

He tears at their hearts, he tears at their pants.

He senses their anger, rage, pain.

He tries to not hear their pleas: HELP! HELP! HELP!

He is a great help, an asset to the priests.

To the other priests, he is strong, he is great.

Realize this one lets the others rape.

As he let others rape the least, he rose to the top.

HE  RISES TO THE POSITION - GREATEST PRIEST ON EARTH - AS HE LETS OTHER PRIESTS RAPE.

This is his plan, his plot!

Later, soon, see the goriest trials the earth has seen.

He is on trial, on a spit roast, a hot seat, as he has let others rape the least.

Parents in anger are right to slap this asshole.

He is not the holiest on earth.

His irrational ‘passionate’ acts are gross.

As he has let other priests steal, he has stolen.

The entire earth hopes the priests stop this at last.

The entire earth hates the rapist priests.

The entire earth hates this priest as he let other priests rape so he rose to the top.

THIS PRIEST IS IN A GREAT LAIR, IS SENT TO A REAL JAIL, GAOL.

GET A ROPE, HANG A POPE.

As I am bored, I read.

Rumors, rumors, rumors.

Murde[r].

Rumor is, I am buried.

Sure. I am buried.

Somber, mad, bored.

I AM SO DUMB!!

I AM BRIBED, USED!!

A RUSE!!

I am rubbed, bruised, abused.

SOME ARE SO BAD!!

A mob is so mad.

Bodies are buried!!

The remains of this California teenager were found in March, 2010, one year after she went missing.

ON CAMERA.

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