— that’s really the “hero-in” way of this system, that all the guys are threatened in this “jet age” by that they might get surrounded and dumped into those big “drums” that all the planes are centered around having been engine-built like, the whole 20th century one big threat to all the normal males that they’re sneak-surrounded by psychopaths. One of the first things the system did after the moon-landing was to go set up some “nuclear device” and all the nuclear devices are centered around the cyclotron, these big drums that spin to puliverization of the “ions.”
— That picture comes from right around here, the Navy Yard. It was a munitions manufacturing place and I have the idea that the system had made it their inferno-site when they learned that the world isn’t flat but round and there’s this area of it also, that they expanded their Revelation to here and I happen to be stranded near where they’d expanded their anti-Babylon business to, here. In the Bronx, I have to try to get it logged in somewhere, that I finally recall the name Martin Cherkovsky, (Cherkasky I found it on the search engine but the book seemed to have had a different person in its photo maybe, and no telling how long till I could find another copy of that,) of Montefiore Hospital in the Bronx, that I’d wound up with “pleurisy” after the bizarre-type (saline/at-home) abortion I’d had in late 1971, had wound up in Montefiore in January 1972, and that they’d done a “D&C” while I was there and that ovae/ovaries had been taken without my awareness is possible. I guess I’ll have to try to search-engine for a picture of Mr. Cherkovsky, where I’d used to have one from a book on Montefiore, and I’d looked around for and found a picture of his son a few years back and they don’t look anything alike, as is really what’s going on. Now that photography is everywhere it would be so simple to expose this disembodied-ovaries “Brave New World” way of manufacturing people as the farce it is.
Oswald in the Bronx c_ 1953 .pdf, this came out sideways so I’ll try to do it over because last night I found my little notes on Oswald’s addresses in the Bronx:
Trinity Evangelical Lutheran School, 2125 Watson Avenue for 3 weeks, to 9/26/52
JHS 117, 1865 Morris Avenue, 5th grade, 9/30/52-1/6/53
(illeg) 1953 JHS 44, Columbus Avenue and 76th Street, Manh., NYC Youth House for Boys, 6 weeks
**-5 Sheridan Avnue, 1 room basement, (Lerners job for Mrs. Oswald, /Martin’s Deot Store? in Brooklyn I think)
*8?25 E. 179th street
1825 Prospect Avenue (9/24/53 again.
The 179th St. is the one that might be near me at then later P.S. 66, and I think I found the attribution maybe with, page 328, 973.922 F1322 call number/ and, Four Days in November, 2003, if that was the same book. It’d had a cute little picture of him too. Looked a little like George Bush-44 maybe as a 13-year old.
(and there’s some semi-legible address for Teasdale Place)
that I can type here but there isn’t time right now anyway because this “Armageddon Show” invisible-torture is killing me. I never have anyone I can discuss any of this with but they’ve been doing this crap all day and now I’d gotten moved along off of the computer and noticed a book on hip-hop, which originated in the Bronx but God help, the fraud-parent is lots involved in that subject because one of the Queens boys in a particular group is some one of the “offspring-descendants” or test-tube baby combo-bombos or whatever of this horror-science fiction bigwig character and I’m always covered by these unspeaking walkby creepy “offspring-descendants” and they’re having some “hayday” as with any “holiday” over this Valentine’s theme and because I was reading about that hip-hop personage the bizarre noise these “New Jerusalem” buildings’ HVAC systems or whatever can make, the building noises, these buildings sound like they’re rockets going to take off and they’re doing that so bad in this library that I had to quit reading the material and I got back to this.
Maybe I should stick the starting pieces of my Erich Mendelsohn architect file here, him born around 1888 in NE Europe near Riga somewhere and passed allegedly 1953 around San Francisco I think, that he’s like my real Nemesis, not this science-horror-fiction fraud-parent problem that’s been slathered all over me in addition to the actual problem of the global-system by these “b.d.” Autistic-psychopaths, brain damaged. Maybe Mendelsohn was a “cross” between the Autists and the “Merchant of Venice/generational-slave #2” types, but maybe he was the biggest system-worker of the 20th century, me just now finding his 1926 Nuremberg poem, “Why This Architecture?” he’d read at the opening of his new Schocken Dept. Store, put I don’t have much of it yet, just the opening: — Ha, they won’t let me type it, say I’m out of time. Maybe they don’t want me at this specific terminal or area of the room. Glad I found the ltl poem though and will sign right back soon probably, here’s some mendelsohn bits till then: