by Bruce Wagner
Some of these Seekers are “with you” but the majority have Fallen & now suck at the Teat of Marshall the Puppet Mathers. I have recently come into knowledge of infornation I believe will be of great invaluable to you. I cannot put it in an email (naturallyI could but choose not to) because of the “sensitivy” of it the information. But I believe it will interest you as it involves the struggle of the Black & even “identifies” all the Black Parasites who have joined the Plantation of I’Veen, PuppetM, jay-Z, Elton John and so many more. I shall divulge (if given the chance) who these people are that claim to be involved in the struggle of the Black but are only self-interested & actually will march with the plantation owners when that day we are waiting for comes! They do not know that Puppetmathers has assured that their Deaths await them.
Much of this information is only known by agencies such as the LAPD, CAA, ICM, and WME. If NOT known by them you can believe they will be coming after it (me) with great gusto, and shall thrown everytning at me and my family they can, in order to pry it. Reverend, I must say that I feel like Pvt Bradley Manning who gave his info to Julian Assange and now lays rotting and tortured in his Levenworth cell!
Reverend Knight, you are my Knight in armor, my Julian Assange who I would die for please “allow” me be your Pvt Bradley Manning! I believe that with my informanion and your fearlessness and vision “for” the Black, we can triumph. BLACK shall equal TRIUMPH, and WHITE SHALL UNDERGO FAMINE, I know we can turn the tables it is Gods will. It is the same god who created the Mantis and the Hummmingbird. I look forward to sharing a fine cigar with you, & await you respond. I hope this gets to you relativly quick and finds you in excellent health & spirites!
With respect,
Pvt Crelle-Vomes
998 Rangely
West Hollywood CA
Please do not contact by cellphone by email only please
PS, Laurence Fishburne can be trusted, his head hangs low in sorrow and anguish because his young daughter has been conscripted by the Puppetmather troops.
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He got lucky.
Not only was he the first snatcherazzo to get Dakota Fanning’s barely legal (panty’d) honeyshot! but he scored a blitzkrieg of nipslips too. The multiasstitted Ms. Fanning was crowded into the backseat with some BFFs & had the misfortune of being pressed against the door, which made awkward torquings of her upper body fertile ground for whoredrobe galfunctions. Jerzy strobefroze the peekanips through the car window, standard op procedure for doubleheaders—pictorially, the blouse cherries would be served before the slice of pie.
Harry could barely contain himself; he’d been waiting more than a decade—since I Am Sam—since the rape in Hounddog—since the ad campaign wherein she was poised to insert a humungus bottle of Lola by Marc Jacobs between her 15-yr-old legs—waiting with jagged jailbated breath to see her deep undercover. He wrote Jerzy a check for 5K johnny on the spot. Lately Jerzy had been missing days & Harry wasn’t too thrilled about it, openly expressing his displeasure & avuncular advice to stop or slow down whatever he was doing; now, Jerzy’d bought himself some time & good will. Upon delivery of Decoded Fanny, Sir Middleton literally got down on his knees to him & did the I-am-not-worthy hand move.
Harry was a hard one to read; he could go puritan on you when least expected. Like when Jerzy was on his way out the door & one of HM’s snatcherazzi showed up with pics of Ashley Tisdale & Audrina, each purporting to show them during or right after a “facial” . . . the latest foto fad among the spunkerazzi was milky cum on the face of a liteweight celeb. Which made Harry round the Middleton furious. First of all he said it’s all bullshit, the pics aint real, second of all they’re disgusting& degrading. He said, Honeyshot! ain’t about degradation, it’s about defloration. About girls coming of age no pun intended. We come by our honeyshot!s HONESTLY no pun intended. He was old school, a mons Corleone who refused to traffic in dope & facials.
When Jerzy got home he sent the Fanning link to some of his buds. He almost sent it to MoMA but thought twice. Then he had a cool idea. When Jerzy had his Gagosian show, the pics would all have little cards next to them like paintings do in museums except all that would be on them was whatever link was appropriate.
For example, Suite Dakota would have
http://harrymiddletonhoneyshot.com/entertainment/celebs/dakota-fanning-and-her-stella-mccartney-micromini-make-for-nipple-slips-&-a-very-special-private-opening-just-between-legs-and-friends-0071825922
Very cool.
. . .
He got stoked by the card/link idea and it fired him up to at least take a stab at beginning the inhumanly mammoth job of sifting, snorting & organizing the thousands of captures in his imagebank. To make such an impossible task manageable, he psyched himself that it was all for the portfolio—Larry Gaga would need to see a hardcore sample of Jerzy’s work to whet his appetite—& that during this process he would most certainly alight on the core group of digital Weegees that would eventually embody the Trojan Magnum® opus of the actual show. He didn’t yet have a fallback plan given the unthinkable possibility that his hip didn’t hop no more—say, his karma didn’t gagosianiacally come together—because aside from the insane genius panache coup of hanging his massive (blown up) celebmashups on the high priest/high white tower walls of Our Lady Of Gaga Cathedral there just weren’t any alternate spaces bitchin enough to rival/approximate/be viable. There were always spaces way down on Melrose or East Holly, other bogus Brewery artwalk schmuck arenas downtown, but those were for sk8tr art, not the real shit.
He was almost about to start that scary-daunting portfolio culling, but first things first.
He was in his room, bootie bumpin, & into the KJ a bit. (What’s a boy to do?) He was on the floor, usual position, legs lotus-crossed, sitting before a low table, Japanese-style. The GUESS WHO’S OLDER? page Tom-Tom tore from OK! was splayed before him. Susan Boyle or Madonna? Rachel Bilson or Mischa B? Kate Hudson or Katie Holmes? AnnaLynne McCord or Ashley O? Kim Kardash or Gisele Bundch? Kristen Stewart or T Swift? He had to put tape over the bottom of the page because the idiots didn’t print the answers upsidedown they printed them rightside up how fuckin lame. Somebody’s head better roll somebody’s headshot heh heh. What was going on was, he’d smoke a little, do his boo-tay bidness, whatever, but when he turned his attention back to GUESS WHO’S OLDER he would at first forget the premise, instead thinking the side-by-side pix were one of those CAN YOU SPOT THE DIFFERENCE? deals & he thought, whoa, there’s millions of differences between that face (Kristen S) and that one (Taylor S), where/how do I begin? Whoa———their faces are so trillion-different-ways-different but then he started to wonder, maybe no one’s face was. Different.
Shit.
More clipped pages: Salma Hayek, Kim K & Jennifer Hudson were all wearing the same $4000 Alex McQueen ensemble, they asked 100 people at Rockefeller Center who wore it best. The thing had gold epaulets, maybe General I-Veen will be wearing that shit on Day One of Battlefield Earth. Jerzy thought Salma wore it best but Salma only got 15%. Jennifer got 34% & Kim got 51%. Everybody loved Kim, even the women h8trs, because she was unapologetically zaftig. All women knew that a big fat ass was about the only thing guaranteed to be waiting at the end of the rainbow. He smoked, did a little bidness, & when he went back to WHO WORE IT BEST the same thing happened as before, he thought he was doing a spot the difference puzzle, even though he’d never seen a triptych, it was always a diptych, like, how the fuck were you supposed to spot the difference between three different fucking people, there would be an infinitude. Spot the Infinitesimal Infinitude. There were a couple of diptychs though, and that snapped him back to the who wore it best deal, Gretchen Rossi & Aubrey O’Day, Gretchen wore it better 81%, Nancy O’Dell & Victoria Justice, VJ rocked it at 61%. Readers weighed in on who sizzles&who fizzles. They better just keep the who wore it best to diptychs not triptychs the shit is getting out of hand. But then he got spooked
&then he got
PISSED freaked addle
d-anxious, bothered whatever & skipped to another Tom-Tom-torn page called MY MINI-MAN. Tina Fey is 5-4: her hubby’s 5 feet. Nicole K’s 5-10: K Urban’s 5-8, and Tom the ex is 5-7. L’Wren Scott is 6-3, Mick’s five-10. It was dumbass though the thing about Tina’s hubby being such a dwarf was kinda interesting. Zorba the Geek. Tina Fey. Wow. Please god may I pretty please rape that? He skimmed the ifotos . . . . . . . . always enjoyed seeing his own pics . . . . . . this batch taken outside of Harry’s employ of course . . . fuckin schlep pix of Sandra Bullock & that black baby, hated those schlep pics, black prop baby wedged in there, jaw set in steely essence of motherhood, she aint a fuckin mother & that aint her fuckin kid why doesn’t the world talk about that. Like where she bought it and the fact we all have to play along that’s it’s really hers. Fucking taboo bullshit. We’re all supposed to ooh & ahh well fuck them & their stolen black babies, Bullock & Jolie & fuckin Madonna do what the Puppetmathers behooves them to do . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . WHAT’S IN AUDRINA’S bag? Like anyone gives a shit. She’s deader than fucking Zsazsa+stevejobs put together. What the fuck tho, lookin for clues. What’s In Audrina’s Bag? Aside from maybe the implants she took out. Lookin for clues cause he had a dream Audrina was going to hook up with a mandingo just like Khloé & Kim K you know, like if she was gunna pass the (Black) buck————nuthin but whoremasters under the employ of M2. What is in Audrina’s frickin bag————hmmmmmm let’s see now, there’s a YSL makeup kit . . . . . . . . Vikto&Rolf Flowerbomb perfume . . . . . . Pup-Peroni sticks for the teacup yorkie . . . . . . Batiste dry shampoo for volume Heather Morris now what’s in Hemo’s bag? She’ll wind up with a nigger, they are no match for blond hardbodied white dancers, the latter’s supreme powers of seduction being among the foremost armament & weaponry the Puppetmathers uses to ensnare) why can’t the Blacks see it’s like Body Snatchers they close their eyes & when they open them it’s too late they’re on the Plantation. But what IS in Heather’s bag? hmmmmm—Goody ouchless hair ties, Colorscience corrector palette, MAC mineralize skinfinish, bronzer, MAC impeccable brow pencil in blonde, Mason Pearson rake comb/smoke & mirrors NYC lash, Flirt! all that Lash mascara, Burt’s Bees tinted lip balm, Flirt! Luv-a-licious perfume spray Flirt! all that Flirt! shit——————one more shpritz up the ass, Jerzy goes for one more booty bump, bumpin bumpin bumpin yes please sir may I have another
. . .
Jacks.
Jackin’ the lolo . . . LOL—————
Watches a youtube interview with Montana Fishburne, the actor’s pornster daughter. Montana AKA Chippy D is sayin, “Porn is Art. Beautiful people touching each other in sensual ways. [Like she’s talking about a couples massage workshop in fucking Marin] It’s all Art: film, music, porn . . .” www.hellobeautiful.com says Chippy the chipper’s mom still loves her anyway. Chippy thinks she’s in the vanguard, that her films will rocket her to the starry stratospheres & in scholarly fashion cites the sextapes of Paris, Kim & Sasha Grey. www.popeater.com says that when Mr. Fishburne went to the emmys, he kept a far piece from Kim Kardash, who happens to be Chippy’s callypygian mentor/entreprenOOZE—Double K-cup Kimmy.
His cock is fucked up. Hasn’t been taking the Valtrex, recent flare-cluster of herpes, tiny blisterbroken bubblewrap lesions, itchy/sting-y. Can’t stop the marathon rub-offs so it never has time to scab over. Neosporin with lidocaine staves off infection (for now) but doesn’t promote healing. Jerzy promotes healing by finding a 58-minute Montana strokefest on xhamster.com (Tags: Ass, Blowjob, Celebrity, Cumshot, Dancing, Facial, Pornstar, Sex tape Categories: Ebony)—ooo-WOO what a skank. Chippy D commences to get buttfucked by a rappin fool. Acne on the ass. Yuk. On the chest too, like Mike the Zituation. Ewww. They call it chacne. As opposed to bacne (on/between shoulderblades). Chippy’s probably got that too. Stretchymarks . . . yucky yucky yuck. Did she have a kid? Probably a bunch of late term aborts. Good decision, Chippy . . . . . . . . but let’s not I mean why speculate does montana fishburne have any children but the top hits were MOM STILL LOVES HER DESPITE PORN CAREER and LARRY FISHBURNE SHOULD BE PROUD OF DAUGHTER’S XXX-RATED CAREER! And MONTANA FISHBURNE: I WON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY KIDS WATCHING . . . it didn’t say anything about offspring or aborts. Probably she just used to be fat, yeah that’s it, chicks who were big tubs when they were kids are always fucked up. Though Mom & Dad must’ve been so proud when she lost that weight. So proud that first time she got dp’d/squirted on camera . . .
Toggling between the chacne-fied geyserfest & the Chippy D Q&A . . . the Question was, “Don’t you realize this is hurting your father?” Chippy says, “Yes, and I feel bad. But I’m not going to let hurting his feelings stop me from living my dream.”
Jerzy cums even better with the bitter herpes sting, smokes a blunt then sum GBH. Ponders the looming strife, Black famine subjugation & White triumphal hegemony. Slow poisoning of Black kultur. Watched the shameful Tivo of Jamie Foxx playing a streetwise cartoon parrot in Rio, will.i.am was in there too. Watched shameful old youtube of Nicki superbowlwhoring for Madonna/opening for Britney on Grammys (femcee Nicki astonishing impossible algebraic genius of Superbass) then Britney flown in at the end perfect humiliating upstage of the slaveworking ass minajerie, Britney with angel of death wings, dance until the world ends deathwings of White triumph while Nicki stepped obeisantly aside, bowed down before her as if direct sight of White Goddess most certainly would blind her—she, Britney, who breathed (Puppetmather-ordered) life into Barbie—two Barbies now—by offering the blondhair’d poisonteat succor of opening for her on tour, which of course Nicki could not resist and of course was her subjugation & death. Jerzy knew that before it was done, Britney looked at Nicki’s teeth then inspected her feet and genitals & only then did buy her slave.
(Everything fell into place when he read online that Nicki’s childhood crush was Bruce Willis . . .)
Jerzy especially sickened by the castration I’Vene performed on all Blacks upon their arrival at the Plantation, it was the very 1st thing that had to happen, it was in Plantation bylaws, & mandingatory upon being bought—this being the bootcamp wherein they were taught how to censor their own lyrics whilst performing on network TV or in venues that would not support the free speech all Blacks had fought 100s of years to be born into, I’Veen said, If you are to suckle whitecocks of myself and Ryan Seacrest and Jimmy Fallon/Kimmel/so many others, not of course excluding that of your Overseer the Puppetmathers, if you are to worm yourself into the fresh princed hearts of White children by collab-ing with Katy P and Bruno M, Taylor and Justin, Charice & Celine and Britney and Josh Grob. and J Lo/the Sisters Deschanel, if you wish to one day duet with dead Tony Bennett (Tony had already taped record company-dictated variants of possible posthumous duets with himself), & Coachella with Sinatra/Winehouse/Whitney/Levon Helm/Donna holos, if you want to be SNL’s beloved, if you dream of your own fragrance, liqueur, prêt-a-porter, net-a-porter, headphones beatboxees toothepaste Halloween costume Superbowl halftime limited self-designed edition Maybach that forever carries your name, if these things you desire & untold dreams unimagined/unimaginable then we shall school you --------- meaning, of course, teach them the newfangled Plantation technique of artfully dubbing/replacing/sanitizing their own song lyrics, killing the flow for money, a seizure of caesuras deforming the beauty & power of rhyme/meaning by a shitstring of plosive fricative click-trills, just to get on primetime, the White made them forget that language was all they had, language had given them hope & riches, language had given them everything, they’d cracked open White Kulchur with the rage of their language, the perfect violence of it, language was their land, it was the only thing they owned, & the Whites were better off for it, but in the end they must dominate. Now, as each arrived at the Plantation they were spayed & abridged right there on the porch while other Whites watch sipping mint jew lips. To becalm them, Cee Lo wore a playful Humpty Dumpty costume, & told them there was no real difference between shhh & shit, and that it h
ad always been I’m like forget him and forget you too and that the transition from EXPLICIT to CLEAN was painless. Everything the Blacks had purchased with their birthright, all of their land, the millions of acres of hardcore poetry of their vowels & consonants, their spit as the Puppetmathers called it, the Language Land upon which they stood for good reason so tall and so proud, their ankles awash in the blood of hundreds of thousands of slaves whose words would never be heard, whose lost syllables came to nought, now there they stood, not on their land but on his land, the land of I’Veen, the porch of the Puppetmathers, in a fell swoop I’Veen’s men stole their language land then stood at the ready with clamps, forceps and triple crush elastrators, and took everything that was left. Oh the elided lyrics—the uninterrupted flow demonstrated by the Puppetmathers was so perfect! All the muthafuckas, bitches, fucks, nigger, shits and hard dicks vanished—the new slaves were quick studies! Now avail on itunes: Kim Kardashian feat. Kanye/Jay-Z/Scarlett Johansson, Justin Bieber feat. Ludacris/Chris Rock/Susan Boyle/Zooey Deschanel—Lil Wayne featuring Rumer Willis/Drake/Blake Lively/Enrique Iglesias, T-Pain feat. Anderson Cooper/Charice/Ke$ha/The Game/Jennifer Aniston, shameful old SNL youtube of Weezy taking his seat in the back of EM’s bus on the Ryan Seacrest/Plantation-approved “No Love” yeah put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it’s fuck what they say, I’m high as a bitch, up up & away . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
