Visions of a Freeman - Brain Age - 11, April of 2017

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April 11, 2017

Three Stories down for Rupert Murduch of FoxNews.
  
Frank Sinatra - That's Life
   
I placed that Frank Sinatra picture on the Social Network not because I endorse using Cosmetic Racism but because of the Star Background and the Moon, as I liked the Cosmic Background to it.
   
http://www.foxnews.com/real-estate/2017/04/07/now-can-live-in-original-playboy-mansion.html
LUXURY
Now you can live in the original Playboy Mansion

Mansion Global By Kathryn Hopkins Published April 07, 2017
  
Note: A bigger picture of that Mansion was placed on the original news.
   
A condo at the original Playboy mansion in Chicago’s Gold Coast neighborhood has just returned to the market with a discounted price tag.

The 4,300-square-foot, half-floor apartment, which has been recently renovated, was just been relisted for $4.2 million, according to records.

It was originally listed for sale with a $5.75 million price tag in November 2015, before being reduced to $5.15 million and removed from the market in December.

It was last sold for $3.275 million in 2008 to Marlene Iglitzen, the widow of the late Chicago film critic and “At The Movies” host Gene Siskel, according to listing records and reports from the Chicago Tribune.

The apartment is on the third floor of the mansion, which is located on North State Parkway and was built in 1899 for a wealthy Chicago doctor, according to Curbed.

But that’s not what it’s most famous for. In 1959, Chicago native Hugh Hefner moved in and started his Playboy entertainment empire, before he headed west in the 1970s and moved into his much larger-- and better known-- Playboy mansion in the tony Holmby Hills area of Los Angeles. Hefner still lives on the property, although it was recently sold.

According to the Chicago Tribune, Hefner’s office was located in his bedroom, and house guests included all five Rolling Stones members and Warren Beatty.

He lived on the second floor; the third and fourth floors, meanwhile, eventually became Bunny dorms, where rent was just $50 a month.

Other features of the condo include a dining room, eat-in kitchen, home office, en-suites in all bedrooms, a covered terrace and parking space for two cars.

“I bought it five days after it was listed,” Iglitzen said in a statement to the Tribune when the condo first hit the market.

“It was everything I wanted in a home: enormous windows in all directions, large scaled rooms and an outside deck outside the kitchen for gardening and grilling. I can see the trees turning each season. It’s a private home within a mansion.”

The listing agent, Janet Owen of Berkshire Hathaway Homeservices, was not immediately available to comment.
  
That was posted during My Previous Session.  
  
  
  
Carach Angren - When Crows Tick On Windows
  
  
  
Text enhanced from the Posts on the Social Network.

To Paris Hilton:

Hey hi, Fake Eyes.

I remind you that your eyes are not Blue.

You just wear them blue because you are racist.

And everything you do with your fake blue eyes is also fake. Including your very fake, EXTREMELY FAKE Feminism.

One day you speak about Women Empowerment, the next day you appear hugging the once President of Girls-Are-Toys Magazine and just as your Eyes are Fake, just as your Feminism is Fake, so is that Sissy Eunuch Dolly you have as a Boyfriend.

You are quite often everything I COULD NOT wish for a Venezuelan Women.
  
   
And I will defend Venezuelan Women, also, My Mother was a Venezuelan Women, Both My Grand Mothers were Venezuelan Women. In a Vast Majority of cases, most of ALL of My Aunts and Female Cousins are Venezuelan Women.

I have the Duty, as a Venezuelan Men to protect them from the Vast Cultural Fraud and Moral Decay that you represent.

I am not like your Sissy Dolly Ken, I have a Voice, I have a Protest and I defend My Right to have FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION and I am not here to dance to your beat I am here to see that your music does not get here.

You Just have that clear.

Don't make the mistake to trust in My Mercy, with those Children Predator Fake Eyes of yours.

Every day that passes that you do not respond to My Complaints is a day that you and your lawyers are abusing My Rights. And your abuse is not from a Woman, your abuse is from a Big Corporation of more than 20 stores, Luxury Hotels and a Perfume Emporium.

So don't go trying to hide in Female Empowerment.

This is not about Female, Miss Girls-For-Toys Cheerleader Corporation.

This is about Civil Rights.

The Right we the little People have to be protected against Corporations the likes of your own.

I will put that message in the Web Page, so that the Lawyers, Judges and Police of the USA can take My Word that I AM NOT FAKE.

@rupertmurdoch
FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.
  
   
@twitter
And I will that too.
And I will also put why.
  
   
@twitter
Because I am not afraid of My Words.
And they mean EVERY SINGLE LETTER IN THEM.
As long as they are Purposed.
  
   
@twitter
I will show Venezuelan Women the kind of Gay Homophobic you are and what it means TO HAVE THE BALLS TO SAY IT.
  
 

  
Lyrics:
  
When Crows Tick On Windows
Carach Angren
Album This Is No Fairytale

Three quite calm nights went by
Merely the silence before a new tempest arrived
All hell breaks loose on night four

The children can now hear how father is whipping their squealing mother
With his leather belt while she falls to the floor
The fear and tension is rising by the day
The boy falls asleep but his sister is kept awake
By having serious thoughts for the two of them to escape
Tick-tock! It's time to go!
For there's a crow...

Tick! Tock... Ticking on her window
She has no explanation why she has a terrible feeling
That someone is going to die (?)

Next morning they leave everything behind
They bring some clothes, water, and bread
They run with fear
But without hesitation and regret
Without looking back

Darkness has fallen
Two children are afraid and lost in the night
They walk on an old road when a car appears
And they're too slow to hide

Goddamn! He found them!
Goddamn! He found them!
Goddamn! He found them!
His eyes glow like those of Satan himself!

He's cursing, pounding, screaming!
Throws his son into the car
Hits his little daughter so hard!
"Tell me the truth. I know this was you
But no more, little whore
I will punish you like I've never done before."

Goddamn!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!
His eyes glow like those of Satan himself!

They get beat, locked up, and mistreated
There's no place like home!
There's no place like home

Heh heh heh

And she opens her eyes after another brutal night
Weeping winds whining hopeless tones
And there's no sunshine, it's still dark outside
The living room is trashed
There are bloodstains and pieces of glass everywhere
Father still passed out on the couch

"Where's mother?"
And why is there water dripping down the stairs?

She walks up the staircase and sees her little brother
Holding on to the doorpost of the bathroom
As if he just had seen a ghost

His body is frozen, eyes wide open
He does not react to her voice
"What's wrong?"
A tear rolls over his pale face

And then the sight of their dead mother
Floating in light red water
Flowing from the bathtub
She had left the water faucet open
Taken an overdose of pills and slit both her wrists

No! She is dead! She is dead! Mother is dead!

No!

Mama, why?
Mother, goodbye
Mommy, why?
Oh, mother...

(Goodbye...)

When crows tick on windows
Oh, when crows tick on windows
   
That's Life (Live At Carnegie Hall, New York /1974) - Frank Sinatra

That's life (that's life) that's what people say
You're riding high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June

I said, that's life (that's life) and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life) I tell ya, I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life) that's life
And I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come here this July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, my

Written by Vernon Duke, E. Y. Harburg • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group, Imagem Music Inc, Shapiro Bernstein & Co. Inc.

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