The Burning of Witch No. 9

What folks don’t realize is that WE conjured up something from nothing. All of my family and several ex-friends, suggest WE all forget about those parasitical days, and return to work, where THEY excelled – NOT! The Bohemian Rock Artist Sex Scene (BRASS) continues to generate billions of dollars every year. It’s high time our politicians get behind US, and declare US National Treasures……..For we know how to give ISIS the bird!

“Go fuck yourself, you friggen prigs!”

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http://www.theguardian.com/world/2002/nov/24/theobserver

Here is a terrible interview with Franzoni. They should have prepared him days in advance by having him write down the names, places, and dates. WE get old like normal people. He speaks of the Jewish Mafia that is selling Penis Enlargers, and how the salesman they recruited became Hipster, Jazz, Beatnik People. This is exactly why Bin Laden said he blew up the Trade Towers! He didn’t want virginal Arab teenagers trying to enlarge their penises out on the wilderness while looking at a blonde in a bikini (selling Seagram’s 7)  that he tore out of a glossy fashion magazine printed on Madison Ave. Franzoni said these devices were just permission to jerk off!

ISIS has a glossy magazine that gives permission to anglos to cut off people’s heads and rape children. Who knew that this is exactly what young males wanted to do? Too bad the Evangelical Thought Police tore all the hippie alternative shit up – and shamed the shit out of us!

“Make love, not war!”

“Spread em! Time for a vaginal ultrasound probe!”

Instead of recording the history of Christine Wandel, she suggests I never mention her name and take an oath of eternal secrecy so she can continue to rub her flea-ridden cat butts in OUR face, because, she wants her witches hoard of felines to be superior to us, which is to say – she wants to be superior – to everyone! Now, if she trained them, and had them perform for money, WE should care! How about tin kitty cups in the Square?

My Art Movie ‘The Burning of Witch No. 9’ will be produced by Brass Productions. It begins with Christine taking the sweater I sent her and packing it into the cardboard box she hauled home. Carefully, she places her dead cat, Jaws, in the box, and lights a candle. She drips wax on the box to cement down twelve votive candles. With a black marker, she renders lost Love Signs from the 60’s. She affixes Jaws toys to the box. At 4:23 AM. she arrives on the shore of the Hudson River. Lighting the holy votive candles, she gives the box a shove, and watches it drift down the Hudson.

“Bon Voyage, dear Jaws!”

At her little studio apartment she begins the five-hour ritual of making and drinking a cup of coffee. Turning on the news, she is shocked to see there has been another terrorist attack on the Big Apply. An old wharf on the Hudson is engulfed in flames. A fireman comes up from the shore and shows the news folks a smoldering Peace metal.

“I think it was the Hippies this time. They hate America more than anyone!”

For the next week, Christine watches her old Hippie and Beatnik friends being hauled in for questioning. The No.1 suspeet is this foreigner, from Austria, who has just come to the United States. He is speaking in riddles. He informs the media there is another dimension that influences our subconscious, bidding us to do things we do not want to do.

As he is hauled off to Rikers, Christine has a pang of guilt. Her subconscious is trying to tell her it was she that caused the “TERRORIST INFERNO” and maybe she should come forth and save this innocent artist. But, who will feed her cats, and change their litter boxes?

To be continued

Jon Presco

Copyright 2015

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