Evidence for Hollywood ip theft section of ziggysurfcatz and schatemongers :
I was a fan of hip hop until I moved to Santa Cruz California to make my way as a security consultant, surf giant waves at Mavricks as a personal quest after being forced to drop out of UCSC by the children of the Mexican mafia, and to complete my
historical novel about California, land development and my family legacy, and polish a complete original screenplay called Seven Circles, and develope four more scripts and a manuscript about maximizing all aspects of knowledge and experience
to have the most prosperous and healthy secound half of life. about the spiritual bankruptcy of American youth at the hands of ghetto trash cum billionaires that now control Hollywood and Nashville and the Colombian coca cartels influence over
the silicon valley write four for the now sabotaged by the ultra left Jew hating hypocrites of the silicon valley
That was in a day before the Internet joined in and the dark net stole ninety nine percent of its depth
" I don't trust Ziggy, " Nicole Kidman extensive user/mockery of my stolen intellectual property.
Music released.
A day before my birthday this review of Lamar in New Yorker Magazine popped up. Until that little cyber poison was added to my daily mix, I didn't know who he was. As As I read this intrusion in my life it was as if the devil was using some punk scribe
at New Yorker to describe me, mocking me, using Lamars critique as a device:
" The considerable pressure put on Lamar has been unfair, and Damn rejects the notion that he has all the answers. Still, within hours of its release, there were theories, which proved to be untrue, that on the first track Lamar represents his death,
and that a follow-up album, in which he is resurrected, would come out on Easter Sunday.....as though to remind you that what you are listening to ......came from a different era."
Now I was hooked like a Christian fish. I needed to find out more about Lamar
4.16.17 PLAYBOY
Preceding the next Lamar Crime Inc. party con in Playboy again near my birthday this little Cime Inc, aka "the party," tag line :
" Let the sun stream in, courtesy of particularly sunny blonde [could of been my wife introduced to a black man so he could add her to his trophy list as (SC) local jungle bunny tried to fill my mind with stories of all the white puxxx he fuxxxx
on a regular basis, at the sametime..] Vixen part of my wife's name photographed by Adam
vixen Danielle Shorr shot by photographer Adam Della . Rumpled sheets, a little bit of lace, ad plenty of skin make for a perfect trio.
Photography by Adam Della .
The review begins:
" Kendrick Lamar dropped his fourth album DAMN. on Friday, leaving little doubt who the best rapper [read best thief] in the game is—rapper being the operative word. While Drake has mastered the art of pop stardom, Lamar is a prodigious
lyricist, [ me too based on how much (IP) has been stolen and used by the fparty fools ] and DAMN.[ they built a hell-of-dam to dam up the flow of my life], is his opus. [hollywood Nashville stole mine.] "
I felt a lot of feelings on my first listen, awe being one of them, and giddiness another. There are moments on this album—like on the face-melting "ELEMENT." when he raps "Bitch, all my grandmas dead / So ain’t nobody praying for me, I’m on your
head," or on the album closer "DUCKWORTH." where he rifles through his family’s history with cinematic precision [ just like me], —that make you sink your head into your hands, [ a regular posture for me based on all the psych torture I've
been put through by this type of ghetto trash]. ...... or Rene Redzepi [ not a far reach from the name of my brothers restaurant] cooks you dinner. This is someone in his prime, [ they made me old before my] at the top of his game, [
cut off from reaching the top of my game], doing things with the artform that no one else can. Kendrick Lamar is just better at his job than everyone else, it’s that simple. [ I write lyric and create prosody like no one else.]
To help him create this rich tapestry, which incorporates an eclectic array of sounds, ....... Rihanna’s [another stolen IP user] feature on the woozy earworm [what the locals of (SC) put in my ears]..... "LOYALTY." because guess what:.......Even
U2 [yep they ripped me off too] makes an appearance on the song "XXX." and I was just as surprised as anyone that it actually works. [What people say about me and my music.]
But behind the [ straight out of my stolen screenplay Seven Circles] shiny [Sparkles on the Sea].... Lamar’s endless verbal gymnastics, [me],lies [him].....[they put my ]s heart remains in the streets that helped try to create [destroy
me],him. He’s still shouting—about death, racial injustice, and [ corruption in Hollywood and Nashville.
and a direct rip off of conversations on the street ten years ago in SC ." We're in a time where we exclude one major component out of this whole thing called life: God. Nobody speaks on it because it's almost in conflict with what's going on
in the world when you talk about politics and government and the system."
But the gospel according to me ripped off by Kendrick Lamar another jingle bunny ex drug dealer filling his bank account with my IP and the lords currency. — and the suggesti well ghetto trash looks like your doing the work
of the devil disguised as the work of the lord
( just like magic the jungle bunny at Jamba Juice just started. Acting up loud obnoxious the pa music " you rat, you rat, you rat.")
The rip offs go on and on this one again popped up in New York Magazine
SZA [ part of my life ].
The song "Weekend" [ a few months after I wrote " Two Weeks In the Summer,"] has an honestly genius idea [ my song is ] of time-sharing [sharing ripping off a [ Genuis writer] man.
Hamilton the magic on Broadway exactly what my original songs notebooks and screenplay do all stolen in SC,
Notes from a vanity fair article alluding to Lamar Kindricks world
kick at the pricks of New York literary society. It was the kind of thing a writer could try and hope to get away with in the days before the Internet laid all—or most—fraudsters bare
If fools did not go to market, there would be no cracked pots for sale," so said Jean le Malchanceux, 12-century French philosoph
Like violent anti Trump protesters, It's not right.
push the victim of the literary liar over the line? Some stars writers, it appears, are so full of themselves that they mistaken self-loathing, and lack of talent, for a license to kill and possibly wanting to expose themselves by causing
failure spectacularly celebrated by sadists
that they’receive punishment no just deserts they deserve. Others, having long sought to feel love from perfectionist mother or father or significant otherloved one, may be soiling the clean page, ruining an impossibly perfect literal
world, damaging the whole cloth. Too many others don't think and are simply mindly caught up in the very audacity that stirs a fool to become a sadistic or satanic driven by the devil and banished angels of his or hers own
mind. Most are not creative people, many toil at work for the tangible and substantial drivers of our rapidly deteriorating society and culture, ego, greed and lust. Here the thin air has less life sustaining oxygen
and the spoken language is warped into manipulation and poison seed planting of processing, programming and priming neuro linguistically of coarse the small ideas and tiny little images on page and screen that become a pathology
in the few and far between sound and stable mind of an original artist. An artist, an innovator makes something out of nothing, and a creative fake is, to some degree, merely too much of nothing connected to a World Wide Web of more
nothing ness. Buyer beware like the oxygenless vacume of space or a fumigated home, the lack of oxygen like the fappid minds of thieves can cause death. [What I was just in the Hospitol for.
