"In the next 45 minutes, we own this place gentlemen." and then everything goes boom after that movie line.
Like in THE ITALIAN JOB prophecy about me being Charlize Theron's FBI daddy. Where she gets a phone call from Jesus that wakes her up.
That would be me of course, a.k.a. daddy's little girl lover in TWIN PEAKS, Everett, Washington, SNOHO County, North of the 145th King County border line.
"... boom boom boom boom... wake me up before you go go... because I ain't planning on going solo..." George Michael, 1989
The one about solid gold replacing today's worthless KINKOS copy center Chinese rice paper money.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS CHARLIZE THERON: This month's half moon begins on Friday night. Better half a loaf than no loaf is what I like to say.
Maybe all of those antimormoms who claim that Joe Smith once said that the moon is made of [Wisconsin] cheese were half right after all.
PS BRUCE TROXELL: Remember, BYU's Polish film school dean Tad Danielevski was fucking that hot blond actress from South Africa when she was only 45, and he was at least 74.
No wonder she never did take a shine to me, even though I always took a shine to her.
Exactly like my French ex-wife in LAST TANGO IN PARIS. The one about my fallback fuck buddy in LAST TANGO IN NAPOLI.
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