the American Revolution in Portland Oregon: The British are Coming
there is no time to post-Brexit
xenophobize.
but there is a certain particular something, which transpired.
a hate crime.
by a brit, against an american.
an amanda fritz versus american mary eng.
when the brits
come out to crush the american women's bones
billy the bully
was amanda fritz RN (padapum) crushing American bones in Portland Oregon 2016, 2017.
of course, she has it hired off.
her paid hit-men do it.
to us.
the americans.
colonial overlord.
it's not like my ancestors hopped on ships to get re-oppressed after fighting off the brits in 1776.
but, hallelujah money.
i was fresh off from putting my hamsa keychain in ben clementine's hand from the foot of the stage on seattle.
he bowed. sensei.
hamsa.
chai.
from everything jewish in southwest portland.
i'd slapped my stupid hand into his two night before in portland
benjamin clementine!
enchante!
jaime toi beaucoup!
and i ran away, as quickly as i came.
my blue and black dress, just happened to almost match the shades of his costly burberry coat.
it was thorazine to keep me from dancing.
it wasnt all about me!
but what self control, not to dance.
we were informed no cameras. he sang "I'm sorry" 100 times it seemed in the most haunting, new, unrecorded, mysterious song.
so a few days off seattle, when brit amanda fritz was having her swedish henchman todd engstrom crush my wrists and rip my shoulder at portland....
i was so high of clementine's greatness, i literally felt his soul with me in the strange detention full of beautiful black boys. Finally i found out where Portland keeps all its hotties!
as snarkily as possible, i said it looked just like it did on TV, the National Geographic documentary on multnomah detention.
no woman, don't cry.
it was so daft of me to ask him in Seattle, can we keep you?
he said, go on.
i said, would you marry me.
of course, who wouldn't marry ben clementine?
i hadnt met my new love yet.
for all i knew it was him.
powering me through so much despair.
and now last night's nightmare.
i had another nightmare, about the lad who grotesquely pinned me to a couch in a fit of unrequited rage passion or cruelty.
i can't know, what was going through his klutzy mind, except that the gentleman of my princely fantasy, does no such thing.
allows me to be leo, queen, empress.
violence against me has no place in the lexicon of our royalty.
so when amanda fritz, british born, of the united kingdom, moves in on Portland Oregon to politically oppress american citizens, the spirit of 1776 does infect me.
anglophilia aside, i have no time, for these pretenders.
brittania, greatest delusion, may never
expel itself
from the hallucinating minds
of
brittain's children.
but here no.
we declare another
Declaration of Independence, from Amanda Fritz, from the Crimes of Britain.
from crimes committed on Portland Oregon's streets, in the names of a botched brittania.
there is no kindness.
city of london.
clementine was enthused, when asked to play edmonton.
i then asked for winston churchill's boy.
he was uncertain, then. was he playing stateside, or to brits in exile?
a brit in the seattle audience regaled me, and my disobedient hijab.
sincerely, grand-daughter of helen stephens eng,
daughter of the (american) revolution,
daughter of ruth balsey stephens,
daughter of the (american) revolution.
much many fond luck and well wishes to fane lozman
tackling local political oppression in supreme court this week.
and quintessence, upon quintessence
a song
about barbed wire
an iron fence
silver spoons
or a gun in hand
and all nina simone wanted, was to be married again
all hail meghan markle
princess
and good queen of GKH good king harry!
xenophobize.
but there is a certain particular something, which transpired.
a hate crime.
by a brit, against an american.
an amanda fritz versus american mary eng.
when the brits
come out to crush the american women's bones
Benjamin Clementine - Phantom Of Aleppoville
billy the bully
was amanda fritz RN (padapum) crushing American bones in Portland Oregon 2016, 2017.
of course, she has it hired off.
her paid hit-men do it.
to us.
the americans.
colonial overlord.
it's not like my ancestors hopped on ships to get re-oppressed after fighting off the brits in 1776.
but, hallelujah money.
i was fresh off from putting my hamsa keychain in ben clementine's hand from the foot of the stage on seattle.
he bowed. sensei.
hamsa.
chai.
from everything jewish in southwest portland.
i'd slapped my stupid hand into his two night before in portland
benjamin clementine!
enchante!
jaime toi beaucoup!
and i ran away, as quickly as i came.
my blue and black dress, just happened to almost match the shades of his costly burberry coat.
it was thorazine to keep me from dancing.
it wasnt all about me!
but what self control, not to dance.
we were informed no cameras. he sang "I'm sorry" 100 times it seemed in the most haunting, new, unrecorded, mysterious song.
so a few days off seattle, when brit amanda fritz was having her swedish henchman todd engstrom crush my wrists and rip my shoulder at portland....
i was so high of clementine's greatness, i literally felt his soul with me in the strange detention full of beautiful black boys. Finally i found out where Portland keeps all its hotties!
as snarkily as possible, i said it looked just like it did on TV, the National Geographic documentary on multnomah detention.
no woman, don't cry.
Benjamin Clementine / The People and I
it was so daft of me to ask him in Seattle, can we keep you?
he said, go on.
i said, would you marry me.
of course, who wouldn't marry ben clementine?
i hadnt met my new love yet.
for all i knew it was him.
powering me through so much despair.
and now last night's nightmare.
i had another nightmare, about the lad who grotesquely pinned me to a couch in a fit of unrequited rage passion or cruelty.
i can't know, what was going through his klutzy mind, except that the gentleman of my princely fantasy, does no such thing.
allows me to be leo, queen, empress.
violence against me has no place in the lexicon of our royalty.
so when amanda fritz, british born, of the united kingdom, moves in on Portland Oregon to politically oppress american citizens, the spirit of 1776 does infect me.
anglophilia aside, i have no time, for these pretenders.
brittania, greatest delusion, may never
Benjamin Clementine - Winston Churchill's Boy
expel itself
from the hallucinating minds
of
brittain's children.
but here no.
we declare another
Declaration of Independence, from Amanda Fritz, from the Crimes of Britain.
from crimes committed on Portland Oregon's streets, in the names of a botched brittania.
there is no kindness.
city of london.
clementine was enthused, when asked to play edmonton.
i then asked for winston churchill's boy.
he was uncertain, then. was he playing stateside, or to brits in exile?
a brit in the seattle audience regaled me, and my disobedient hijab.
sincerely, grand-daughter of helen stephens eng,
daughter of the (american) revolution,
daughter of ruth balsey stephens,
daughter of the (american) revolution.
much many fond luck and well wishes to fane lozman
tackling local political oppression in supreme court this week.
Benjamin Clementine – Edmonton (2014)
and quintessence, upon quintessence
(provisional title: Animal) "quintessence" Benjamin Sainte Clementine MVI 4108
about barbed wire
an iron fence
silver spoons
or a gun in hand
and all nina simone wanted, was to be married again
Nina Simone on BBC HARDtalk, 1999
all hail meghan markle
princess
and good queen of GKH good king harry!
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