TABLOID News 2021
Princely NEWS mid-2021 praying for 2022
This true Hell On Wheels technology railroad, not since 1645 when female rule almost came to be before witch-burning was deemed ok sanctioned by the King of Scotland ruling the Lords of the day, blood will flow, fortunes lost and gained, female rule vs male rule time of all-out-war is challenging, wouldn’t you agree. And God help Us all if the medical industry governs the People in the 21st-century especially if under today’s waining male rule of old dinosaurs long past dead in dusty buried caves filled with spiders and snakes, some souls may agree who lean towards upright DIVERGENT.
12th-D quantum-mechanics sciences agree that it takes about 4hrs for one to fully awake returning back into one’s assigned body from sleeping state. This Art History genre Art Historian Journalist/Painter is concerned rn about DiCaprio, and also Keanu, ..ike’s…
Both signed back in the day, as it were, with old-school mob Hollywood, of, life-long-contracts, who are rn worth iconic billions or owned muted golden chattel, like caged top racing-dogs kept in confined cold non-empathic harsh leased cages made of finest steel locked from the outside prior, like, being let out to run a race on strict inhuman monitored time schedules, let out to chase fake rabbits on steroids, as it were, on fixed games. …also known as ‘The Mozart’ death march, trail of tears to a pauper’s grave. …as did Beethoven mostly.
Soon UsA will appoint a female ruler, and Biden is a talented Actor; and funnier than a Gillian Anderson on steroids on a super anal-retentive X-Files warehouse TV film set, in freezing cold damp concrete weather with fizzy hair, making farting noises with her tongue. The arts are always the spearhead in mammoth social change like rn history in the making times via technology. Those who own the Arts Media own the world. And old-school MAN-god-rule is out bc ‘Rudolph’ is in town since Obama or G.A. would not be state-side, the new powers that be, GHOSTS as faceless as Weinstein’s Handlers who are rn calling up the Pope for a quick boat, plane, bus and taxi travel-plan to Argentina like the rest of the waining Goebbels of old nazis who have billions with nowhere to stash, spend, and/or hide their ill-gotten riches covered in blood. 12-D science agrees anyone who has had an event where their entire life flashes before their eyes, as it were, and lived to tell it is, uh, uh, a Hybrid. Also known as dead.
Hybrids are dead and most dont know it but know something is VERY different via superhero awareness levels of all sorts that evolve. Meet Keanu, showing flags of a Hybrid, 1/2-human-1/2-alien, off the planet and back again, or life-after-death Lazarus folk who started popping up everywhere in the early to mid 80’s, who have since formed groups all over the globe of what they experienced and rn are experiencing bc it never ends but evolves, the alien part, the super skills with unique beyond 3rd-D awareness levels, into the 12th-D reality of what is real vs MATRIX of the mind in chains.
DiCaprio was certainly shanghaied, my granny said, who’s Cheyenne grandmother did the trail of tears, as anybody knows who has a lick of horse-sense.
After Keanu’s OSCAR performance in Parenthood movie, a near impossible role to play and make it believable, that he certainly did, ace OSCAR, one knows this guy, this guy can act, with a unique ever changing fluid moods of human-ness in male form stage persona. Current rn Art Historians know that Keanu BOUM changed overnight POW, BANG, after the first real death-defying flip event thingy with painful bad wrist life reminder. Keanu’s face and stage-persona changed as if he knew something, or seen something, or, as if he was awakened, unplugged via pain, and long suffering of sad heart, like a tired drooping old horse before his time; and then Keanu POOF disappeared; then wained near zombie-dead-like toward center-stage limping like an old granny with a bad hip to rn yesterday’s waining Goebbels’ golden Mozart. Also, known as a dead-man’s hand in poker, a Mozart grave, a Beethoven-stomp; a Gillian Anderson frozen SS military encampment deep in the MNTS unknown to the outside world for a decade; like a DiCaprio in frozen North where the air can kill you in 20-min. freezing your lungs on an ice-freighter in middle of bum-f-jesus-nowhere and who knows where, alone w/out voice. The free and good quality of an inherent high Artist their quality and freedom in life is far more important than their works, free to evolve and render their gifted perspective to society as vital contributions to society and culture.
Arts & Sciences go together like soup and sandwiches in quantum-mechanic’s 12th-D, also known as reality, break throughs since proven failed Einstein theory; Art Historians know that DiCaprio shows all signs of a Top 2% Thinker on earth, also known as unlimited, multitalented Art Savant signed with today’s waining old-school mob powers that be in the biz; and at the time Goebbels knew that fact when signing Leo to a Mozart contract when a mere wee lad is high suspect. After DiCaprio’s OSCAR performance in Revolutionary Road film in 2008 proved that fact, with lil doubt; and blowing his co-star out of the water who could not catch nor toss back what came at her on film. Technically, there is no way that such a young DiCaprio could know what he proved to know via his scary-real performance, as his performance was total believable, like a DiCaprio never seen before. Too bad his co-star could not catch nor toss the ball via bad casting. Leo’s early on fake brainless media persona, as can’t act, a mere so-called pretty-boy-Actor no talent image in Art History broke that snow-globe via that film. BOUM. Then it was OSACR after OSACR performances with no award until Bear-man; where Leo too may have seen his life pass before his eyes thrown into a freezing river that can stop hearts even with the most conditioned soldier; then he merely disappeared; then POOF magically reappeared as the Preacher-man of the New World Religion save the earth; then POOF disappeared for good.
We the People choose our own Royalty not Goebbels who force chooses for the People upon Us.
Without great insightful high Artists of great integrity the world would have imploded long ago, by literally eating itself, or inadvertently cooking your own goose, as it were, like monkey-world on steroids. The Artist that can best relate to DiCaprio is Gillian who was also shanghaied to frozen unknown places w/out recourse. And the best Artist that can relate to Keanu is Shields. DiCaprio and Keanu both need Shields and Anderson over for brunch often, very often. New faceless powers that be in the biz, Rudolph now owns and controls SS Homeland Security over Us. media NOT waining Goebbels of old. The first thing a despot state does is to dispatch the Artists and Journalists, and the Arts so to create a fake arts that remains political, and imprisoned in films about 3rd-D crap when powers that be know 12th-D is reality, while rn pouring billions into its research where black-hole teleporting is real, as is the ability to walk through solid objects, and much more. There is nothing more dangerous than a rouge independent capable, intelligent and upright free thinking inherent high Artist to a despot state. Truth is a dangerous biz bc it demands responsibility and waining Goebbels Disney-land monkey-world wants no part of responsibility in a land with beautiful laws written not to be enforceable, also known as lawless.
Few monkey-world folk are aware that Tyson shows strong flags of high genus IQ and is an Actor, or Artist in contact-sport. I know peeps in high places and the fateful night that Tyson lost his title to that no talent bum, prior Mike was served a light meal of green apples mixed into a gourmet dish and crackers with cream-cheese mixed heavily with Naples Yellow oil paint that is sweet to the tase but deadly, and/or also known as a Mickie’. W/in 2hrs you want to die, weak as a kitten, unable to vomit with your stomach poisoned with very lethal S that will not be detected. A feather could have knocked down Tyson the first round that night and everyone who has any horse-sense knows it. A Mickie’ like that immediately destroys the good gut bacteria and all organs begin shutting down immediately. And yes, Tyson was set up on that rape charged, not that he had no fault too in the thing. When Tyson reforms his gut belly, you know he is coming to take back what rightfully belongs to him, not to prove anything nor to impress anyone. The title belongs to him, out on loan… it’s never over. We will see. Further, that a-hole deserved to have his ear bitten clean off though it shouldn't have happened. It is the earless dude that needs apologize first as the 1st sinner in that ring that fateful night NOT Tyson.
On-topic, new age society and culture needs Keanu and DiCaprio, billion-dollar assets and NOT under lock and key via waining Goebbels waining control but new powers, feminists and high Arts Rudolph, is in town. What say yee People. You want DiCaprio, Keanu, Shields and Anderson, and you want them free to mingle amongst themselves that waining Goebbels will never allow. I know of a secret villa where they can hook-up with a volley-ball net set up in the main grand ball-room and unapproachable but by boat; a villa of the arts of the round-table. A place where the greatest high Artists of all mediums of our times can meet and group like an invincible unmatched seasoned fierce army of genius tough Artists and Art Savants unmatched in the human condition with many being Hybrids, 1/2-human-1/2-alien, life after death folk. These few are my hashtag army, DIVERGENT, who never quit, refuse to die and who can see through walls, and see the future, and through all things, and all people but no one can see through my hashtag army Generals at the Arts Round Table, with a table-top imprinted with the famous WILPF logo; a 12th-D place also known as reality, where gender nor race has any barring but all is equal, and females are born inherent R-brain-heavy higher awareness towards genus, with superior motor-skills, says science, 2-decades ago.
If Keanu is a Hybrid as some scientists suspect after the maiming and deadly car-crash, his insights unchained, via the 12th-D experience, uh, the young man is more MATRIX than most can ever know. Society NEEDS Keanu’s Artist gifted insights via his works and of his choosing, being the long proven master Painter that Keanu is via his high Art discipline, stage-persona. The now seen 3rd-D sandbox designed for a dumbed-down monkey-world’s Priests; Judges; Police; Therapists are these one’s trusted media guides to reality’s Spock-thing, living long and prosper. High Artists are the ones to listen to bc they dont do it for the money but for society and culture of a better what can be via insight, high awareness and the dreaded truth of a thing; and inherent high Artists cannot be compromised and/or paid off but only life-threatening shanghaied in despot States of Roman old dinosaurs who are rn with lame-limbs dog-paddling in the deep-end drowning while fruitlessly holding up heavy warped mirrors and smoke-screen machines in total bluff of power that once was.
Be concerned about Keanu and DiCaprio, be very concerned
In my on the down-low hush-hush lethal and uber-talented, fisher of people/society/culture unmatched hashtag army DiCaprio is the Regal Crew’s most scary smart War General, of the Arts-Round-Table of The 12th-D. There is a secret villa protected by the Air Police also known as SS Homeland overseen by brand-new ‘Rudolph’ via a very close friend, approachable by helicopter or boat, and NOT on any GPS map. When my hash-tag War Generals are in the same room, as one, they will indeed take the Arts quick, like a blitz on steroids. The high Arts will warp-speed toward 12th-D mind-states in society overnight. They will take this railroad, God willing. This isn’t the year 2000 like a Gillian 9-months pregnant ready to pop squirming on her back with/out cold-weather gear but a form-fitting pants-suite on real frozen concrete holding up and wrestling a 35-lbs alien dummy as the boys delightfully watched on w/hard-ons, you dummies. RN Keanu could do a Gillian middle finger and walk off anywhere he wants w/out worrying about misplacing his house, guarded by SS Homeland Rudolph, as he will never be totally free or un-monitored, like the rest of my hashtag War Generals of society’s high Arts, the true gatekeepers of pure Art’s waters, untainted by 3rd-D monkey-world old-school corporate media handlers of old, very old and feeble. DiCaprio’s reappearance must be on his timing and stage-persona, and setting alone, and well rehearsed within whatever life disciple he chooses as DiCaprio is proven most multitalented, like a Revolutionary Road on steroids. RN Leo can pack a small bag, go to a landline or cell call and do a DiCaprio OSCAR performance, yelping into the phone, …f-this s, come pick me up rn or send a ride w/in the hour im not going back there and I will figure it out on the way, …got it. Even giants, like elephants if chained early dont know they can easily merely walk away, not realizing their own power in every aspect in their current situation, and fear is a snare for people’s feet. When my hashtag War Generals meet, come together the 12th-D will burst alive triggering their inherent Muses. The 5-senses will shift and the impossible will happen, seen and felt. Is there anything more fierce than a seasoned genus Muse who has lil fear and does not know the concept of capitulation, and who lives, and survives in the 12th-D sense birth. I think not, probably.
My hashtag War Generals to Arts Round Table of 12th-D were chosen upon their merit not their media fame, nor great works. All my Generals are badass who can see though walls and know things before they happen, and can cast a spell vision upon anyone. My hashtag army are proven brave, not easy to kill and also intelligent, capable and upright, and with ever-evolving unlimited talents of the Arts with free thinking minds outside the sandbox with a mind of their own. Together, not even God dare demand to cross their draw-bridge nor pound fist and guns upon their door, and secret villa convenient, well-hidden, and approachable by boat hidden in wooded lush forests. Fresh waters and clean easy to breath air in peace to ponder their newest piece of art for life, for society and culture centuries from now, this Hell on Wheels Railroad the beginning of the 21st-century its story told another 7 centuries from now in Art-works rendered by American masters, is my hashtag army. This is war, suit up, gear-up, strap-up… repeat after me my found great hashtag War Generals, I AM AN ATHLETE, I AM A SOLDIER AND IT IS NEVER OVER UNTIL IT IS OVER
Genre-genre paintings at the secret superhero villa; scene-1, a DiCaprio/Gillian affair , https://soundcloud.com/bkcenturies_painter/seeking-gillian-anderson-a-dicaprio-affair-the-movie-by-bkcenturies-music-score-maker … Gillian laughed a wonderful gilli laugh like she does sincere not fake leaving this earth in the moment to an unknown place of joy that only Gillian knows where, at the relaxed secret garden villa outdoor table cafe like environment. Leo was holding his package with both hands as if protecting something wonderful and precious while Gillian was grabbing her woman-guns, also known as bewbs, as they were choke-laughing so hard in quite laughter crying, and smiling teeth at the same time… oh you dont know frostbite cold like that, Bear-man with scars to prove it DiCaprio yelp-laughed, with both parties facing each other in the open, clenching their teeth and body parts with a bit of a pinched face of real pain… oh yeah swooned in giggles, Gillian retorted, in 1/2-crying-1/2-laughing in quite tones of pain, and joy, try frostbite nipples for life, she rolled forward, as if to fall out her chair… they both concurred and were already secretly envisioning a movie in their imaginations as each-others co-stars of sorts in epic films beyond the old yarns of yesterday’s oil, gold and steel old-money nazi-wood films for the dumbed-down brain-dead…
Casting Director, Director and screenplay guy I have at least 3 Epic screenplays tailored to my hashtag Generals ; these are genre films of sorts that cannot lie bc it is genre-genre or art-history prior or in the rn making :
One screenplay Sweaters & Six-guns - Bonney the Kid, https://bkcenturiesdysleximontabliod.blogspot.com/2018/05/omq-dfw-us-second-coming-coming-film-by.html is a western based upon science Art History that Billy The Kid was really Bonney The Kid an 18yo female scraper from NYC who was a vocalist and dancer artist inherent and like most Artists was an excellent marksman and handled firearms in back allies of NYC by the age 13yo searching for rotten potatoes and bread in rat invested back violent city byways. While another screenplay titled Sickles & Boats
is a Viking film the most cultured, lethal, and most advanced society on earth that formed first global society in a land so hostile that if near neighbors refused to share or trade there would be immediate bloody awful war ; a society that had the most advance weapons and stealth moving boats on earth without a blue-print with unheard of war techniques used today via stealth in small bands of trained killers who dealt with PTSD via LSD ; a viking society where women were considered equal and even more lethal than men bc of inherent high awareness and superior motor-skills compared to low awareness less motor-skills of men unless in someway special ; on the battle field vikings were spaced out like a walking meat-grinder of falling limbs and heads like harvesting wheat with no defense weapons to stop their hand-held weapons, and on small attack raids ppl were dead in their sleep before knowing they just took a dirt-nap, a humane way to die as vikings believed that reality does not exist on earth when asleep when the soul spirit leaves earth in the 12th-D. Yet another screenplay A.G.O.E. https://bkcenturiesdysleximontabliod.blogspot.com/2020/02/agoe-movie-americas-greatest-agents-on.html
is high tech, space, an army of elite SS Homeland Security Soldiers w/unmatched body-armor and latest automatic target-assisting firearms with armor piercing bullets; using black-hole technology via quantum-mechanics with their various missions include the protection of earth’s weapons of mass destruction and earths global media against terrorists, hostage situations and corruption w/in the corporate system ; they are all trained Killers who dont carry handcuffs nor tasers, nor clubs but only lethal assault-weapons of all sorts bc they have one mission, to kill; do exactly as they say or they will kill you one to the head one to the chest with Area 51 authority who need no one’s permission to kill anyone, even the President if deemed corrupt in terrorists' pocket ; they are mere human with human frailties and fears but trained to inhuman conditions w/out food, water and sever weather while functioning at high levels beyond human endurance to kill and many are Hybrids life after death people who have experienced the 12th-D real-time off of earth; this elite crew do not exist technically split into squads of 50 members with three different squads of trained Killers to go anywhere on earth and in space ; there are love/hate relations in this no.1 squad of 50 trained Killers ; these are all secret agent covert fighters a DIVERGENT squad not entirely trusted by the powers that be to be completely politically correct to corp’s demands to kill whatever corp says to kill or rescue ; females dominate this squad as unmatched with smart males following female lead if they want to do the Spock thing of live long and prosper but men too are no slackers in battle or other ; the shoot-out in the spaceship large lounge area after being boarded by powerful deadly and butchering raping intruders unknown cutting through the lounge area’s steel plates sealed doors is a riot must see..
Imagine DiCaprio and Keanu, Elizabeth The Great II, Shields, Gillian, Tia Toomey, Kapoor, Spektor, Pitt, Mikkelsen, and more of my hashtag casts in a truer story of so-called Billy The Kid from Bonney The Kid’s perspective; the true GOD-man-Rule bloody wild-west had never met a smart genus lil 5’3” petite Looker female from NYC who never missed and faster than a rattle-snake seldom intoxicated whereas men were always intoxicated and no match for Bonney’s knee-jerk bull-dog knock-down 44 magnum six-gun that blasted hot chard blowback gunpowder on her quick gun-hand prior a bravado raping mad-dog drunk coming straight at her with horrid intent with gun in hand, all self-defense with totally gruesome body parts exploding via smoking red-hot lead splattering useless bravado spaghetti brains on crumbling wooden walls ; who will play the real Bonney The Kid who are all as lethal in this truer screen-play as the real one bc females was a free for all rape feast and worse until lil Bonney from NYC came ; with 11 dead in her wake and after she was promised a pardon it would be known nationally and International that he was actually a petite lil she from NYC from of all places, as it were, who kicked the West’s man-god corrupt butt with 11 dead MEN, then to in handcuffs and was raped by that so-called fat sheriff less her sheriff rank and his skinny dumbass assistant deputy, as she slipped her cuffs and killed them both with their guns then calmly, and not much hast slowly galloped out of town down the dusty lil backwater Main Street humming a song not to this day has it been identified as what tune she was singing but they said she was smiling and seemed at peace with herself and current course ; some Art Historians say that Bonney The Kid was the first Suffragette and WILPF movement a shock & awe, a true awaking to higher understanding, and a decent pay-check, to brute antifeminist god-men-society that women are far beyond merely equal bc females know no other way; and many women of the day threw out their aprons to mad-dog-drunk brutes and dawned a Bonney The Kid look and attitude in their own lil back-water ghost towns in the awful death defying Wild West where life was cheap and women even cheaper than a good working cattle-dog; and all my hashtag Artists fit this truer tale Art History caught in a time loop ; what role will Depp play or Mads brute antifeminist or empathic good guy toward women a time where men killed other men sympathetic to the female plight of open rape, maiming of females of any age, and murder in broad day-light, well, until Bonney’s wanted poster went viral as all knew locally that he was a she who killed any man who did a run at her; and females began doing the talk and doing the walk, and quickly learnt via Bonney that most men were always drunk or hungover, and it takes lil motor-skills to out move them with a meat-cleaver to the skull or grabbing their own gun, and shooting the rapping common law husband in the face with it, like Bonney did to her stepdad who beat her mother for the last time… ‘Sweaters & Six-guns Bonney The Kid, 11-dead’ a gruesome genre tale when females of all ages fought back as Bonney shot her 1st perp at 14yo…
These 3 films are canvases painted by the greatest master Artists of our times where every master-artist will be totally satisfied with their part of the painting or the painting stops immediately bc no one can tell a master-artist how to paint their masterpiece, no way. The Director is merely a mirror that is not tainted but true with helpful creative resolve to any art issue challenges but not bosses of anyone’s Muse but their own. Let inherent master Artist go to their free unfeathered art-pallets, and Muse, with proper support, and well kept, and appreciated then you will have a golden goose films that never ends but evolves higher in logic outside the sandbox, and media conditioned 3rd-D narco societies of MATRIX systems set up in the 50’s during the Cold War, where a Spektor who is also from NYC, and same height as Bonney the Kid, prior a Rusky The Immigrant trip to refugee UsA enslaved to dance a dance for evil gatekeepers, and regardless gender all of my hashtag master-artists know in the human-condition long-suffering, and also truths too awful to conceive while muted, and oppressed by waining old society media-gods-less. Casting is everything and my casts all a-list that will work together inherently bc they know no other way, all masters and all dangerous to be feared/loved. They all have something very much in common, they have seen. And all of them though unmatched in their disciplines are not pay-grade status as a corp. old-school Tom Hanks & Meryl Streep unless at gun-point, figuratively speaking, of course, …mostly. Did I say that correctly.
New society People of The New Age you want Shields, Gillian, Mads and Keanu and DiCaprio centerstage Art Media and my other hashtag crew of unmatched, and unlimited, and most feared on earth casts, with roles easily imagined as a Shields and Gillian as superheroes blasting six-guns against leather or armor piercing bullets from automatic pistols, or a Viking on voyage for mere survival or die tomorrow with unmatched metal razor-sharp sickle in one hand and a razor-sharp Viking axe in the other whacking off limbs in less than one second, all four limbs, of sociopathic butchering raping drunk men with slow motor-skills with ineffective weapons, with Mads, and the rest of the men following their lead in these 3 epic all a-list cast films -script insert - …Shields nodded at Gillian both standing in firm Viking pose about ten feet apart, …look at you squirming around on the floor like you are going to do something with no limbs, she hazed, … this one too, whipped Gillian, he’s saying he’s going to rape the s out of me before he cuts my throat… both women laughed as the yelling cursing two men were alone in the hut with these two Viking War Leaders, both brute men wiggling on their backs with their limbs laying all about but only a torso and speaking head… how many girls, women and lil boys have you raped and then murdered Shields kicks her dying opponent in the balls, 14 I think the number was, Shields screamed, and kicked him again, …this one sodomized a 3yo to death last weak in our village, Gillian barked, then in one movement bent down, and in less than a second had his penis held high in the air in her hand, …not any more though, Gillian barked again, tossing the spent penis onto his face seconds prior splitting his yelling face in two pieces straight down the middle, ..let’s get out of here before I puke both women concurred and ran for the awaiting boats, …where is your penis trophy Shields huffs, in full run, ..not that one, Gillian retorted, I wouldnt hang that filthy sausage around a pig’s neck…
So what is new news in today’s news. Vote for Keanu’s freedom and demand DiCaprio’s release, and have Shields and Gillian attend a secret mission to din with them both if you want to do the Spock thing, quick. It is a good start. Together, my well-chosen hashtag Artists army Generals can form their own police and judicial experts to enforce whatever written law they choose, and tell stories unmatched to higher levels of understanding relevant to realtime new age society of one’s and zeros, and known muted 12th-D technology rn in realtime, an Artist army who’s collective Muses can Borg any opponent and assimilate them near immediately, an inherent high Artist army that even God would not tread upon, a whole army feared, and beloved by the people with genus abilities to a better place, a prosperous place quick.
‘21st-century Hell On Wheels Railroad technology cracks old-society dam, females of all ages slip through crack rushing the gate taking the high Arts media in blitz; and from merely 3% female upon UsA War Dept Board jumps to 51% overnight, Biden hospitalized’ …Dorothy jumps backward hunched over a large crystal-ball belonging to the fortune teller, … is that what it says, gasped Dorothy. And much more, whispered the fortune teller, a Hybrid 1/2-human. Pls what else does it say, squirmed Dorthy of a different name. If I told you that I would have to kill you, wouldn’t I, whispered the knowing eyes of the fortune teller. …why, yelped Dorthy. BC it would be better than captured by the worthy opponent of nothingness that is never to be challenged lest you certainly lose, said the confident Teller Hybrid, there is no spoon. Dorothy of a different name went a lil curious face but not afraid. You see lil lass you are far more powerful than you know. Females know lil fear in battle but run at it if impeded upon especially in times of civil-war of female vs male rule as females thirst for knowledge and wisdom like an Eve in a garden on steroids dying for a forbidden fruit with super-human motor skills and genus 12th-D awareness levels and givers of life, and as dangerous as any fit fiercest lioness unmatched, metaphorically speaking of course, said the Hybrid Teller, …of course, replied Dorothy of a different name, as if she really knew, while thirsting for more truths in the crystal ball. Do you have a death-wish, whispered the Teller. Do you have an invisible-machine, my great lass untold, the Teller went-on. ..well, uh, no, not exactly, Dorothy of a different name replied, sitting more upright, within her athletic feminine shapely build with strong arms and goddess-hair so thick it could stop a dull bladed sword leaving only a mere flesh wound healed in a week. Joan of Arc, women burned alive as witches in 1645 Delft and Amsterdam Holland, Virginia Rappe, Sophie Scholl, Chasen and many untold before you all have something in common, the Teller leaned forward in speech, in silence as if only they two and angels could hear, then paused in total quite silence, as Dorothy of a different name’s heart pounded in her healthy chest visibly, held in suspense. The Teller whispered, welll’, …if I told you that I would have to kill you he quickly stated in a cheeky manner, prior suddenly w/out warning jumping back laugh-giggling a like a Gillian Anderson on steroids, jerking Dorothy of a different name to an unexpected startled. Oh you are teasing me you are awful, you are horrible, she squeaked near audibly, as a tear jerked from her left eye, grasping for a sip of water then immediately taking a shot of whiskey that was sitting near by. Seriously, soothed the Teller, in calm tones, this is serious disappearing DiCaprio S. Dorthy sat silent and alert in quite gazing the crystal-ball believing that the 12th-D is real. The Teller poured her another shot of booze and she gulped it like a hardened soldier snorting hot whisky vapors out of her shapely nostrils that puffed the nearby candle to a small table fiery explosion catching a nearby McDonalds used napkin and a paperback book The Prince immediately went ablaze like a west coast forest city forest fires gone wild. Neither party moved but gazed on for a bit watching it burn, until doused with hand sanitizer and Dorothy beating it with her shoe a bit too long with clenched shapely jaw and bouncing woman-guns bewbs. I think we got it, the Teller yelp a controlled yelp, with listening neighbors of false witness in economic crash like a cold-war Moscow neighborhood fighting to survive for a flat that has running water and a stove, or food voucher, or toilet-paper voucher. The great women before like you fell hard after gazing full-long into the crystal-ball of the 12th-D, some being wise among fools where there is no profit but ruin, the Teller whispered on. Females are far less afraid of truth, the Teller said, and know well how to hide truth amongst nazis, as it were, ..certainly, Dorthy replied mater-of-fact in demeanor, looking over at the smoking table-top then darting her eyes at the whisky bottle. Her healthy strong chest huffed. So, it is a lifelong secret agent covert life if I see in the crystal-ball, with untold nazi forces sensing my presence like drug-sniffing dogs, Dorothy of a different name queried the Teller. Well, in a sense, yes, the Teller whispered a lil groan, way outside the box, he concluded. Is there a resolve, Dorothy asked. Not alone, said the Teller. No DRAGON can defeat dragon-slayers of the many all on her own, replied the Teller, metaphorically speaking, while turning off a nearby cell phone. Of course, Dorthy replied, covering the camera-lens of a nearby laptop, what else, she urged with caution. Well, every DRAGON needs a Dragon-Rider a male who knows the mind of DRAGONS who cuts their chains and plots against dragon-slayers, boots on ground amongst dragon-slayers where a DRAGON cannot go undetected, freeing DRAGONS everywhere together in hoards of DRAGONS that black out the sun in their coming, metaphorically. Of course, Dorthy nodded, puffing on a nearby weed vaporizer device like a Big Lebowski on steroids, looking over her shoulder to see if the door was locked and window bolted from the inside. No DRAGON can stand alone but together they are unstoppable and it is a woman’s-world is already here, the Teller said. The curtain goes fades to black as Dorothy returns from her trip from virtual reality device to realtime. A calm robotic female voice over the small super-charged space-craft intercom system gently reminded the count-down in progress before her assault team goes in, ...45-mins and counting. Dorothy of a different name gazed at her super light-weight armor piercing bullet-proof body armor standing at attention by the window overlooking earth. She huffed a bit. Weapons display, she said softly out loud in controlled breathing. Immediately in a swish in silence a wall flipped around displaying hand-held military weapons in a glass case. She gazed at the assortment of latest high-tech weapons that no others had, human or other on earth or in space. Her 50 member SS squad were going in assault mode. Tyson was next door to her quarters. They had no idea what they were going in up against until departures but it was hostile in extreme prejudice is all they knew, and they all knew how to kill effectively and never matched within any arena. Forty-mins, said the ships intercom in soothing tones of firm focus. Dorothy glanced her SS Orders from the War Dept. written on a digital device, reading, ‘assault mission; take no prisoners with extremest prejudice’. She knew how to kill and whatever this has to be the worst bunch she has ever faced with orders like that. She knew it would be stealth and gruesomely bloody, she checked a silencer on an small machine-gun pistol with armor piercing bullets that held 50 rounds shot in short three burst blasts that sounded more like a rip-saw with lil kick-back than a firearm with tracer bullets and auto-assist aim, not that she need it, markswoman with all hand-held military assault weapons. Thirty-mins the intercom voice said, suite-up… film screenplay A.G.O.E. https://bkcenturiesdysleximontabliod.blogspot.com/2020/02/agoe-movie-americas-greatest-agents-on.html
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