Koo was a child raised for slaughter. A Murder Baby in a Murder World in the Century of Murder. (We hope, we hope that last one was the worst. We hope, like Leo Castelli, everytime we hope it will be the last war. If I prayed that's what I'd be praying for.) Koo was a freckled Opie of "hey Pa, look, I shot this motherfucker dead". Koo the pasty cracker possum descended (sp?) variant of them little boys in the Kongo - oh god I did make the mistake of turning on the tv the other day and catching one of them heartbreaking babies. Did you know there was a Brasil on maps before them Portugese actually got there? Them Portugese who found the Kongo as I remember. Them Portugese got some sorry ass History. I think I'm gonna take my ukulele over to Portugal and fuss at them. But I ain't gonna fuss at them real hard cos I'm saving myself for them Bishops, Momma.
I have done some studying into the Nature of Money, Momma, and it is my observation, my intuition if you will, but I'm prepared to give odds, that if I Dig into the Seam of the Money that's putting guns into those babies' hands in the Kongo and follow it a bit I'm gonna find an Institution of the Anglican Communion collecting interest. That Windsor Bitch, the Oxbridge Satanic Mills, Trinity Wall Street, one of 'em. Sorta similarly I'm guessing I Dig into the History of them American Episcopal Purple Boys whatcha bet I turn up one or two of them Skull and Bones? Whoa my Children.
Whoa.
11:20:47 AM 
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