The Air Force Rag (A Cop Newspaper)

Many fine books were written about a guy in prison (George Costanza).

You’ll want several elements.

A PO Box, registered in your name, your actual name.

A signum rank, in the Air Force Fletcher’s Brigade, for print publication.

A writer’s alias, registered as your personal “Alan Smithee”, the writer’s personal name for a ‘discombobulate’ (no meaning, hence the meaning – a work of fiction you don’t want credit for, it doesn’t fit with a formula you need for tax adverse purposes {proving it’s your work, for an argument, with a Jew}).

Several works published, under your alias, as magazine’s monthlies (easy work, submit to Reader’s Digest, then see where they go, for your hits registration – a publisher like Reader’s Digest will always tell you – now write Christian, in the stereotype of the term, not from the topic biopic of Reader’s Digest {tricky}).

A beano list, of every author, journalist, or scientist, you don’t like, with one defining trait (what is this guy like, on LSD?).

Then, you have a mark down, of annual monthlies, your mailed “visits”, to their “clerk’s room”, to send them messages on a “Gillian Decard”, to infer if they have a “real job” (your job, whatever it is, before the “Air Force Press”). Make it friendly, until they snap, then stop sending. Save the phrases. You should have inquired, with the PO Box, and the Smithee.

Write everything into a fictional work of covering an illegal sporting event, something that doesn’t break the law besides it being illegal at competition site, for verifiable income produced by work (no coverage by the “sporting press”, not your term to use).

Each phrase is used, in a particular way, that amuses you (this guy did LSD).

Watch your enemies die, for the rest of your life, until you blow your brains out, happy and sad, that an Air Force journalist, makes action figures and toys, and you’ve become an abortionist, to take children away from people you didn’t like because you couldn’t figure out what toy to make them.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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