[Kenji, If you find this, check the bottom for now.]
The way things are going I could keep trying to make a good one of these most evenings, sending them like this the next morning when I get to the library/-ies.
Apparently to me this book has some sort of the ritual-connection to this horror-Revelation Armageddon that’d wound up being done off of me, the system lacking any actual basis other than surprise-jumping normal people from behind. I wrote to the publisher’s about using one of its photos here for the Stereotypes section but then I kept reading this book a little more and it looks coordinated with my time in Brooklyn and various other situation. Now I can’t read it anymore because the parasites have a bunch about pornography in the book and are like camped all over me, the Ginsberg-type is, for orgy-parties off of my reading those parts so I had to just quit reading the book right now for the time being.
On top they’ve got a cityscape, like NY or Brooklyn, and then it seems the eye-holes represent underworld “arenas” or wide open areas down there that is where all the people mostly are everywhere, in big undergrounds like that. The nose hole has got those blood-like drippings or spatters that look suspiciously like a “k” for kathy or odd chromosome markings but maybe represent a lion mauling one or more people.
So far I’m learned that Carmine Persico was likely an offspring-descendant of Johns Hopkins. He just passed on the 7th of this month, March 2019, at age 85, having spent most of the recent past in the prison at Marion, Ohio, which seems a big one, and I notice that Warren G. Harding’s old house is a tourist spot there in Marion, Harding known for the
Teapot Dome Scandal, which seems to have been about this same brain-eating situation that I’m saying has us doomed to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION. Johns Hopkins seems to be the “magic” system’s favorite, because what they did was to put ovae for blonde girls into “designated families” with boys like Johns Hopkins and then make an implicit system-rule that it was okay to “hop” onto any of your relatives for making people, so that the boys like Johns Hopkins could “mate” with or marry or fertilize the ovae of blonde females and from that “first family” everybody’s gotten into designated-relative families like that into the system that we have now. I can’t yet find any public domain photos of Carmine Persico, the late Carmine Persico, the recently-departed Carmine Persico, but it’s likely that what he’d looked like as a young adult is what Johns Hopkins had also looked like as a young adult and there are alot of photos of young Carmine Persico. Teddy Persico spent alot of time at the prison that it turns out is like a backyard to the late fraud-parent’s house. Two other people connected to this Armageddon situation of mine were also at Green Haven prison, and John Gotti seems to have spent some time there. Wikipedia says it’s known for offering Hot Kosher Meals and so attracts people on that diet. I’ll be trying to look into these subjects that stem from the “Breakshot” book, titled after Kenji Gallo’s code-nickname as a sneaked-in government informant for one of those DOJ businesses I’d rather not mention the name of, none of those “intelligence” groups seems interested in a halt to the brain-eating industry, on the contrary. A big point about the book is that as an undercover-informant in Brooklyn Mr. Kenji was likely getting rid of the normal people trapped into this system so that the “uber-‘magic'” -system groups could thrive toward the “One” goal, all the earth under the 1 leadership, of these things that crawl on my skull for their arena-like entertainment LURE. Meaning that, everyone is underground in those big arena-like areas and this LURE tries to draw them into that “k” area of this invisible-torture set off of myself, and then when they’ve been diverted into that nose-hole they’re “disappeared” all these years, decades since I can’t really guess on and off when but the system was likely doing this alot by 1980, LURING people into that nose-hole area further underneath themselves.
catch 23– I call it Catch-23 that the Catch-22 system is self-defeating in that they’ve accomplished their world-takeover off of the parasitism onto specifically me for example.
Victor Orena and William Cutolo might be Johns Hopkins too. That’s like most of the “Colombo” crime family it seems, might come from the dna of Johns Hopkins. Maybe it’s mostly what’s been going on under Brooklyn all along. I was there mostly in 2003-04, but also in 1992-93. That’s when this “Armageddon Show” began, when I was in Coney Island, homeless and attracted by the beautiful ocean, found a room and a job there. Here’s images of Carmine Persico so one could be sure to look see what he’d looked like as a youngster: https://www.google.com/search?q=carmine+persico&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS841US841&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiU_K2C0I7hAhUCxYMKHSMDB_wQ_AUIDigB&biw=1280&bih=913 = that I’m really desperate for someone to catch onto that that’s likely what Johns Hopkins had looked like and that there’s something big-time wrong with the whole medical industry that stems from Johns Hopkins, and also now I’m noticing that he perhaps also looks like the law coder Theodosius II, that I’m supposed to try to work on that post a little today, maybe will include it here because I don’t know what’s wrong, this place is chilly today and I don’t feel right. I’m going to have to take a break to go outside and hope it’s warmer there.Evolution of Law
There’s also the Brooklynite Frank Serpico that seems maybe from this same origin. He might still be in Switzerland for all I could look up right now. That “whistleblowing” was/is a farce, Brooklyn all rigged for this underworld and its “Revelation” Armageddon world-takeover, is becoming more obvious since I just found this “Breakshot” book, that overlaps with the experiences I’ve had with all this. And there is the 1825 sculptor Luigi Persico that I usually try to fit in when Serpico comes up, that they were over here from Italy and other places rigging all this “artwork” around and in the Capitol building. I’ll look for a PD copy of Persico’s “Genius of America” pediment or tympanum: (Wikipedia says this that I’ll try to figure out later: Between 1958 and 1962, during the expansion and restoration of the Capitol, The Discovery of America and its counterpart, The Rescue, by Horatio Greenough, were removed permanently after controversy because of their negative representation of native Americans. The high relief of the pediment, called The Genius of America, and the statues of the niches, highly degraded, are deposited before being replaced by marble replicas, by Bruno Mankowski, George Gianetti and Paul Manship.) The pediment over the east central entrance of the U.S. Capitol. The sculptural pediment is called Genius of America, and was made by Luigi Persico in sandstone from 1825 to 1828, and is 81 feet 6 inches in length with the figures being 9 feet high. The central figure represents America,who rests her right arm on a shield inscribed “USA”; the shield is supported by an altar bearing the inscription “July 4, 1776.” America points to Justice, who lifts scales in her left hand and in her right hand holds a scroll inscribed “Constitution, 17 September 1787.” To America’s left are an Eagle and the figure of Hope, who rests her arm on an anchor. When the Capitol’s east central front was extended in 1958-1962, the badly deteriorated figures were removed and restored and plaster models were made of them. From these models the reproductions seen today on the pediment were carved in Georgia White marble by Bruno Mankowski. The plaster models are displayed in the basement rotunda of the Cannon House Office Building, on the subway level. The original sandstone figures are in storage. Genius of America (direct image URL ). Author: Architect of the Capitol. This image is a work of an employee of the Architect of the Capitol, taken or made as part of that person’s official duties. As a work of the U.S. federal government, all images created or made by the Architect of the Capitol are in the public domain in the United States. That “Hope” is somehow what this torture to me might be based on. Her hand is nailed up like that, like a volunteer maybe, that anchor like this “situation” of trying to get assistance or any other “chore” job that has to be done, symbolic for these weird “scripts” the brain-eaters thought up so they could take over the world since they’re smarter that the other peoples because they know ejaculating and getting high, vice-versa, are what life’s about for themselves, and they can have as many offspring as they can get hold of ovae to make them from, etc., sneaky “Limitless” -heads’ thinking. Then there’s Luigi Persico’s “Discover of American,” which I figure is about getting the natives’ ovaries: Discovery of America statue on the steps of the U.S. Capitol building. Photo, published in Brown, Glenn (1903). “Chapter XX Sculpture”. History of the United States Capitol. Government Printing Office. ISBN 9780160632631. (reprint 2007, p=517); by Frances Benjamin Johnson, 13 Feb. 2012. — My favorite though is The Rescue, by Horatio Greenough (1805-52, Massachusetts,)
In looking for it I found a James Fenimore Cooper site that mentions that Greenough and Cole had been early friends; jfcoopersociety.org. Sounds like Cooper and Cole might have been friends but they don’t have a search widget. — Scare me, they took me away like re-starting the system, when I tried to look for a search.
Notes: Brooklyn Ash Removal Company, late 1800s by Wm. Reynolds. Barren Island near Dead Horse Bay, west of Little Bay, east of Sheepshead Bay and Plumb Beach. Photo w view from Jamaica Bay, permission req’d. On-site incineration of dry garbage ashes and 1904 city contract to remove ash used for landfill, to nowaday Floyd Bennet Field and several marinas. At that time they didn’t have a railroad. The buildings were demolished in 1939 to make room for the Belt Parkway.
In 1909 Barren Island area was full and Brooklyn Ash moved to the “Corona Dump,” turning the salt marshes to landfill. Flushing Bay Improvement Company merger = to 186 Remsen Street. By 1920s 1200-acre Flushing Meadows’ “Mount Corona,” as much as 90′ high, mentioned in 1925 Great Gatsby. Tammany Hall’s John “Fishhooks” McCarthy given sole use with BARC and its dumping as many as 100 RR cars of garbage a day to be incinerated. Corona Golf Course by Pres. Col. G.R. Van Etten, the city purchasing it in 1934, May 25, for the Parks Dept. Moses’ Triborough Bridge and Grand Central Parkway. Corona Dump closed 1934, became the 1939 and 1964 World’s Fair sites, and the rest of the write-up is about the railroad car lines, too technical for me, trainweb dot com. Another one is trains are fun dot something.
On page 17 of this “Breakshot” book Kenji mentions that “Yayo” is some Japanese term for cocaine, which sounds to me like that about the Yayoi invaders to Japan I’d left off reading about because I can’t trust what is true and what is planted for leading say me astray, trying to learn about the Japanese Ainu on and off for a long time now, for instance, that this “Limitless” brain-eating system might make up some whole fake line of Japanese prehistory I could waste time and be made a fool of for falling for, per their arena-style narrations of what I am and am doing out here, Armageddon-etc. — “Yayo” is just slang, from a 1983 film Scarface said by Al Pacino, who’s from the Bronx, it’s from the Spanish slang/word llello. Nothing to do with Kenji’s Japaneseness.
5/4/19, Saturday, I just got a note that Mr. Randazzo says he passed my messages along to Kenji and I’m hoping Kenji would check to try to figure all this what I’m trying to describe, but it is most complicated, I might have to get some extra time for trying to explain the place of that Officer Head photo into all this. I’m waiting on an even bigger photo permission right now, also first for this Stereotypes section in the footer that I’m trying to work on. My point is that the characters from the c. 1432 Ghent Altarpiece had evolved to become people-manufacturers who have petroleum-based belief set that is taking us to complete planet extinction, really. I’ve been all alone with this situation for many years and am a wreck especially right now. If I get these pieces into an order I guess that my point is that the stereotype like Officer Head had evolved from the Ghent “Pill-grim boy” character, looking like this circa 1432:
The boy in the middle here, on the right side. The explaining goes on and on and I don’t have time for all that ties into this right now but am hoping Kenji would give some interest because the whole thing is interconnected with everything we’re living through. Then I have to show the fuller detail with the picture of his partner, the large red-robed character called St. Christopher:
This is where maybe the “yayo” business comes up, that I think these had been the Jomon people of old Japan and then a people called the Yayoi had moved in, but it’s difficult for me to get reliable information and what I’ve got is plenty enough, in that then I’d been lifetime-abused as a LURE gimmick for these self-mass-reproducing bums’ getting their Armageddon threats put through, situation the world really is in now but I’m alone with being underneath all this and had happened to notice your book not long after it’d come out but unable to get a permission on the photo that could help describe how this global-system is put together only for the good-time benefit of these peoples I say had had unrecognized Prehistoric-descended developmental disabilities, that now they’ve spread to everywhere, the large-size one making the planet like an amusement park for the type that became like “Officer Head,” if you could please just get me a permission on either the photo or just that area of it, and then like I’d mentioned to Mr. Randazzo I’m also looking for a photo on old FBN-DEA agent John T. Cusack, and then it’s all mixed up with this Brooklyn/Bronx “French Connection” 1961-62 business I’d been set up with also. It isn’t a safe position I’m in, the system LURE-living off of me, they keep normal people away. It’d be best to just throw a permission at me and not get too involved till I manage to get myself some better safety from this stranglehold the bums have got on me right now.