Moonie knows why the majority of so called Americans hate all things they group as ‘classical music’: because they declare their independence from every thing born of their sovereign and so they should all drop down to their knees as they gasp for breath from a paper Constitution, Bill of Rights and other things they would demand are independent and separate of themselves as they deny physics, physical relationships and replace these ideas with religious beweef in a deity they demand can also violate these physical laws and as they murder a tree to write their laws on such a medium with intricate and intimate relationships to each other and the stars, they therefore admit they would murder ‘the other gods’ that there would be only one: that which is written on their paper which, in and of itself, is evidence of the murder even when they would write things on its face such as “Thou shalt not kill” and they who proudly, maliciously, scornfully, hatefully and with discrimination towards their neighbors in a way that forbids us due process according to their system, laws of their nation and continues the exploit through the only voters remaining after their Congress enacts and supports domestic terrorism of it’s legal citizens, registered voters to deny our voice, displace is from our home and call it their own (and they know it’s theirs and theirs alone as they have a piece of paper to prove it)*

Such music and other things cannot exist in ‘their’ world and yet all of it grows out of a sovereign causality and so the violence and devistation of ‘their’ world stems directly from ‘their’ entropy, dissolving into the coldness of the space between the planets and further interstellar space like a bowl of chunky soup or a TV dinner, frozen and packaged as if it’s on its way to the Cthulhu civilization that dwells in the center of the galaxy and employs the Vogons as if they’re Administrative Transportation Officials, ribbon cutters who, due to the submissive physical nature of some individuals now grouped by their act of surrender through subscription to one or more things, are held back, blocked, chained, prevented from taking any actions unless a ribbon cutter ceremoniously opens a door like a Cthulhu might pull a bell rope and ring for a servant who pulls out their phone and orders delivery of food on their way to answer another bell in another room which means a domino effect flows throughout this vast comic network that eventually reaches the aliens in ‘To.Serve Man’ (Twilight Zone) who’re sort of like ‘Door Dash’ delivery drivers who dash over to earth in their space vehicles as if it’s a 1950’s United States drive-in and a sexy Goth on roller skates brings their order of a string of humanoids with chains around their necks, caught in quantum webs being fished from your brain through a collective concienceness that includes these trees that actually do look like free-standing humanoid brains, without which, the humanoids cannot breathe and do other things and so when they violate their own paper laws by denying victims due process, demanding they have rights but their victims do not, they effectively authorize the victim to take whatever step, push any button, pull whatever lever, twitch whatever nose, snap whatever finger, wink whatever door closed or open, this temporary blink that acts similar to a camera aperture, applaud only between acts or venues and not at the conclusion of every number so as to encourage the bisection or other section of a series to break up things designed not to be broken, to bring about their termination, reapture, harvest, reincorporation and even when you yell ‘No! Wait!  Don’t get on that ship!  We’ve deciphered the text: It’s a cookbook!’ but they cannot escape and get out of line because they have a piece of paper that demands they own everything except the oxygen that the trees provide and they also have this paper that proves without a doubt that they murder the thing that allows them to keep drawing breath and so they fall to their knees and beg the Lord or Lady for another breath because the Lady/Lord cannot hear their pleas for help as they dispatch to the Lady/Lord a piece of paper that their messenger reads aloud to them so their eyes are not required to look upon the tree they murder to make a decree of independence so as to attempt to sever their interdependence and so volunteer to be choked to death!

Moonie likes many different kinds of music but we won’t deny this all grows out of a sovereign causality where Mozart is closer to Kings and Emperors and writes not only for them or to please church ordinances but also for the masses*  Moonie hears phraseology of Rondo alla Turka in the ‘Rolling Stones’ ‘Paint It Black’ as the song seems to reach over a void to make a bridge into this past that some have paper to demand never happens and that they have authority to demand such and as they shove this paper into your eyes, they choke and gasp for breath, fall to their knees and so remove the paper from the eyes of they who are cause them to choke and gasp and it’s only then they realize they’re holding the proof of their own guilt in their hands to attempt to use as a mechanism to further condemn their victim but not themselves and this (very humourously) as they gasp ‘liberty and justice for all’ in a chain reaction that causes only their humanoid forms to burst into flames*  It’s like some kind of quantum hamburger joint that Cthulhu orders their Swanson TV dinners from, 🤣*  

Moonie goes out and walks around the rim of this knoll where our kitty cat jumps out of the car while we’re a few places away working*  We climb up high and stand on the rim of volcanic rock to peer over the ledge and down into the rift to look for movement when we call to them, search for carion corvids circling to suggest where their body might be after being snake bitten while Moonie considers the venom as at least being a quick, merciful death unlike Socrates and the Hemlock which might be also some kind of ‘him’ lock and if, as these homophones suggest, there is such a thing, there must also be a ‘her’ lock and it shouldn’t take Sherlock to figure that out and so Plato’s Closet should totally be free from any clothes from bigoted and anti transgender vibes but woe unto those who sell there clothes when there is such!  Plato will ask if it’s okay if they observe and take notes while you choke to death and they might also ask “what’re you going to do with those heels”£ 👠 💋 

Moonie’s kitty cat going missing, possibly deceased is a shock not only to Moonie but everybody connected to misuse of paper, denying relationships to deny their abuse along with all who also deny impartiality and take their side for one reason or another*  See, as their linear timelines go, Moonie rescues the kitty as a baby kitten from a bush outside and during a freak ice storm and where the baby kitten is eating orange peels they probably dug out of a garbage can or compost heap*  Moonie has cared for them since then: three years before our linear interaction, meeting and relationship (denied with paper) with ‘the green haired monster’ who privately identifies as a penis but publicly picks up this ‘Women’s Rights’ paper to use so as to stalk us from Florida to Ohio to then accuse us of stalking!  Moonie’s relationships with the kitty cat are longer than this denied relationship and so there are bound to be shockwaves and fallout if Moonie’s kitty cat is dead because of the difference between these various physical conditions of existence that intertwine even though one string attempts to use paper to deny these and other relationships*  The consequence of which means that all beweevers, politicians, corporate heads and etcetera who shield and protect a brain eating zombie are rewarded the same fate*  They beweeve their god will save them or the beweevers they wear as shields around their own flesh, property, finances and other energy conveyance will protect them but they cannot withstand a quantum bomb of this magnitude as they are all components in it as they all grow out of this causality and only increase their relationship by murdering a tree to have paper to deny it!  They’ll be the first in a series to ignite or otherwise vapourize but there are others connected to them in a cascade sequence*  Cascade: it’s how you do the dishes!  Makes Tsar Bomba look like a flea fart*  Gankutsuo and who introduces Moonie to Gankutsuo£  None other than the flesh (which includes the one known as Aimee Nicole Corrigan of Soylent Greenfield 45133 but also Judge Cynthia Williams who speaks for this flesh when we attempt to exercise our supposed right to confront the accuser and so the judge and everything they’re connected to through their office and even in their so called private existence is now also an accuser as they violate the impartiality order of their office) who with a piece of paper denies these and other relationships including introducing us to this Gankutsuo so how does Moonie know about Gankutsuo£  Some of the gods are mischievous and have fun interacting with the accuser(s), seeing how far they will push their lies and what forms these take as if they’re a baby playing with a human ant farm toy, studying their chemical signals and what quantum patterns such take as they continue their false narratives, what geometric patterns do their vapourized corpses take on when the child throws a handful of salt onto a resonating device and changes the emanating pitch, sliding through frequencies to observe the result£  If salt makes this pattern at this frequency, what does particulates of gold or other material take shape as and how does one differ from another over a quantum spectrum£

Those on ‘Knee-beer-rue/street’ say their world is dying and they don’t know why but thats like Harley pretending they’re not already married when June Moone shows them the relationship and gets angry when Harley tries to play this card*  Harley also denies relationships, marriages, unions, couplings, quantum and other energy exchanges not recorded on their government paper!  The Moone knows better!  Mozart’s Queen of the Night Aria collides with this Warner Brothers film on quantum and other energy levels and this feeds the Queen’s cosmic wrath, empowers them to summon and control these energetic cosmic tornadoes that throw entire cities into the sky in a torrent and that’s the magic of go to see an opera by Mozart and contemporaries* 

Where is the theater!  If ‘your’ city doesn’t have one or at least is in and of itself not such, evacuate immediately because the Vogons posted a notice on the stellar neighborhood board a year ago and so you’ve had plenty of advance notice and time to prepare/evacuate*  There are some flying saucers with a crusifix logo on them if you want to escape but you’re only on your way to the slaughterhouse as an ingredient in those Cthulhu burgers and the CEO of Door Dash is Martin Luther, 🤣*

Moonie goes into town to get a few things after numerous searches for kitty cat fail*  Strange things are happening!  Moonie approaches the clerk to pay for the items, smile and wave on approach to try and be friendly as they conclude the transactions with a customer ahead of us*  We stand a comfortable distance away from this customer, at least six feet, who is gathering up their purchases and so Moonie just stand there and smiles so as not to push them out of the way, give them space*  The clerk, however is pushy and insists we approach and let them scan and count our items even though the other customer has yet to conclude and Moonie politely says we’re only waiting for them to finish but the clerk says they’ll push us out of the way and serve the customer behind us if we don’t step forward and push this other customer out of the way!  You can put your items on the rubber belt, says the clerk but Moonie doesn’t use the electric rubber conveyance at the store because we’re triggered by the trauma forced on us by queer haters because we have an innocent public drink out of a condom on a children’s playground when we’re three AND WE’RE SURE THIS ASSHOLE CLERK DEMANDS HIPAA AND OTHER PRIVACY RIGHTS FROM THE GOVERNMENT THAT SAYS ITS OJAY FOR THEM TO HAVE FIREARMS, LABOUR, A HOME, BEWEEF STSTEMS, DOCTORS AND NURSES SUBSIDING ON CARING FOR THAT PRICK WHILE THEY DENY US SUCH RIGHTS AND SO WE DO NOT OWE THAT ASSHOLE ANY EXPLANATION AS TO WHY WE DON’T WANT TO USE THAT RUBBER BELT EVEN AS THEY’D USE IT TO PUSH OTHERS OUT IF THE WAY OR ATTEMPT TO PRIJECT UOIN THEM THAT WE’RE THE PUSHER, NOT THEM and that’s why Moonie stands her ground and politely refuses to ‘do what you’re told, BOY’! 

Moonie didn’t even notice the customer’s perceived age, colour of skin, race, sex, gender and didn’t care if they were purple with pink polka dots and had their elbow titties exposed even though we also didn’t consider it a factor if they have a penis, vagina or what because we simply noticed another shipper trying to gather up their items and didn’t want to be pushy REGARDLESS OF RACE, SEX, GENDER, AGE, AND SUCH but this clerk seems to demand they have authority to push us into them or threaten to push us out of line if we do not attack them like they would demand!  We didn’t pay any attention to race or age until this is done to us and we come away from that experience seeing the clerk as an old white guy and the customer gathering up their items as a young Hispanic personage of indeterminate sex or gender but we write about this to exhibit how these things are being FORCED on us by others who are so happy that they have rights to labour and other things but we do not and it’s a kind of RAPE!  ATTACK, MEOW-WHISKER CROWLEY!  If kitty cat is dead because of them, their energy conglomerates into Ragnarok!  It’s sort of like Voltron or GoTron ferrets in Rick and Morty or a big kitty cat staring at a river of D’Nile and poops into this fuck until everybody connected to them blows up like Mister Cresote which saves on carrying heavy coffins or burning lots of gas for cremation and such*  We’re sure their conservative background that would demand we’re only allowed to be in ‘their’ territory if we ‘do what you’re told, BOY’ and push that customer they see as an invader out of it and they might reward us by sending another pet like the brain eater our way if they can use us as a weapon against others, we know that’s how they think*  You eat your racism because you’re not going to convince Moonie that we’re the problem even though you might convince others but Moonie showed those present what we’re about and that courtesy to others isn’t based on anything other than consideration that we also don’t like to be pushed in those or other situations*  We don’t do it to others so we don’t like it when it’s done to us by others who obviously feel empowered by their beweef system government to demand they have authority to violate even their own COVID laws because they’re special and got a ‘free’ vaccine from the healthcare professional they can only have because they also have a residence and are registered to vote while they attempt to incite violence to get rid of us pesky ‘coloured people’, deny their abuse that forces us from our home and then deny us labour or establishing residence which means you cannot register to vote as they send out their nigger-faggot-tranny-queer hunters to get you out of their county, their state whenever there is an election they beweeve you might vote in*  Moonie hasn’t voted the way they do since they pushed us out of our home*  We now vote like the gods as these mortals deny us access to their voting system*  The Greeks describe the act of voting as moving a thing with another thing: throwing a pebble in a dish or water which displaces and so defines other things*  As thought has substance, we cast these things that have more force and clout than a bunch of tree murderers that deny their abuse and claim they have more rights than their victims when they demand they have a piece of paper to prove it and paper is all they need even when they deny us due process according to their paper laws while they also refuse to enforce these laws against others in exchange for votes and taking their side!

This is an example of one way how they rape us, would force us to carry their racism through these acts and through our hindsight at playing out the situation and writing it down exactly as it happens only to then see the clerk as an old white guy and the customer we refused to push out of the way as a Hispanic personage of indeterminate sex, gender, age and such because, when we enter into this transaction, we have no such discriminatory thoughts but by their beweef systems that demand the past is dead and of no consequence would attempt to shunt these things onto us and force us to carry these for them without pay, acknowledgement or compensation while they say their Jbus forgives and excuses them this so they can push out those they don’t want around, don’t want to compete with so they can buy up more cheap land and all things they can own privately on a piece of paper while denying their public exploitation and abuse! Again we say we’re not carrying your racism and so as you’d force us to carry such, you eat it off of a baby who has an innocent public drink on a playground and choke to death on it as you’d demand privacy and other rights you deny the baby and your victims*

The funny thing about the scene from Amadeus where Mozart uses profane words in front of Emperor Franz Joseph is how Franz smiles in a way toward Mozart that projects that they’re happy they said such words only to discover that their secretary or aid only reacts to such and exclaims “Mozart!  Govern your tongue!  How dare you”!£  only to immediately look to the emperor for an approving gaze,  acknowledgement or reward and so by this, Mozart wins their argument while Franz sees their secretary’s motives for such pushback are not genuine but only seeking a reward*

We’re sticking around a little bit to see if kitty comes back or at least find them to bury them* Where do we go from here£