Sunday, September 25, 2022

One of these dudes (from Minneapolis) was my "partner" in the acting class I took at the University (of Minnesota)--way back--just as Purple Rain came out, that very summer in Minneapolis. We had to prepare a skit and I was drugged beforehand and screwed up the finale--completely drugged I now realize. Evidently Joe got his typical promotion out of participating in the "joke" on me. There were other hateful things that happened in this "class", the entirety which was so distant from a real academic class in all respects except for the syllabus of reading Stanislavski--on Method Acting. Below I offer an ode to the "friends" who played this game who turned out to be dead offerings to a soulless system based on the premise that shitty people are "gods" waiting to be unwrapped from their warped hiding places if you just gave them a chance and mind blocking technologies/drugs/gangs of goons attacking a target. A dittie to the shitty dead "friends" of my past, I come up with often memories of people who performed these stunts almost exactly on cue. Don't want to see them again or have any kind of "reunion", by the way....they are dead, they were always dead.

 "Joe Pasquale, Boys Club performing on Mickey Mouse Club". NashvillePastaman. December 12, 2013.




I "met" Joe seemingly by coincidence at an airport on my way to Phoenix and we sat watching the luggage trucks spill suitcases onto the tarmac and drive away as we laughed--
He was a more congenial "terrorist" who "hit" on me while talking sadly about his failing love relationship with his blonde girlfriend--(typical terrorist gang stalking tactic). The last time I saw him he had forced kisses on me as I got out of his car because I didn't want to hear about his "girlfriend" any longer. Unsurprisingly like so many, he became "famous" shortly afterwards.
You can be the judge if he is worthy of this fame or deserves even more...fame and notification but now I have no idea if he is alive or kickin' it.

-------------------------


-------------------------

"Joe Pasquale--Fool If You Think It's Over". Miguel Lemos. August 24, 2017.



A recent recording (meaning relatively recent considering the last time I saw him was in the mid-late 80's!) Sounds good, dude. The theater prof gave him the only A in the class--he came in drunk and late to class (the prof, I mean) so wtf...? But I really like this song, somehow it's touching. His voice is emotive and his range is great.

His goal was to be a George Michael soundalike (not my interpretation but his own statement)--

=========

"U-MV112--Jim Carroll--People Who Died". mypartofthething. November 13, 2007.


-----------------------
In addition to the Mickey Mouse Club, Joe Pasquale was and still undoubtedly is a member of the good ole boys club.


"Bauhaus--The Three Shadows Pt II". MoonSpiritFlower. October 16, 2008.


-----------------

Joe Pasquale liar liar song---always hip for the glam---slam-sham-no thank you ma'm damn scam.

"Liar Liar". NashvillePastaman. September 16, 2009.


----------------------

"Boys Club--I Remember Holding You (RELAID AUDIO)". RareNightTracks. January 8, 2009.


His voice really is beautiful in this song---the kissing scene is very sensual. By this I mean that it's a statement of beauty and erotic desire that is attractive and not blatantly almost obscene as so many other displays in videos are--lacking sensuality and real passion---Somehow I like his music far more than the pop star genre famous stars of that era--is it because I knew him or was he really not put into the spotlight and others were but he should have been too? I know he worked very hard for his music capabilities and was practicing and working and attacking me too for his promotion--  My memories and emotions are mixed as he attacked me and there were some nasty attacks on me that summer but not directly from him, but he still participated in a hate crime against me for his promotion. 

-

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Mutilated in deep sleep once more via mechanical arms manipulating the rubber bands, the wrist bands secured as tightly as possible, blood flow constricted as much as my wrists, which are thin, frail and my arms sagging due to piosoning and muscle deterioration from 20 years of being bed-ridden, in pain shitting poison out which they kept pouring and raping into my body as deeply as possible and torturing and severing parts of my body out for saying no to being raped with poison pumped via rape while teleported, unconscious but reacting like I was in "deep love" to shit filth scumbag creeps you all glorify who can get "any women" out of Los Angeles or anybody around the world--ostensibly I mean as celebrities especially german nazi apes and the blonde americans like pig pitt who both I never considered "good looking" even just "attractive" due to the beautification process which celebrities are handed to sell their product---and saying no to being raped and poisoned to death they have severed out my uterus, had my cat abducted to dirty pig pitt and shit ape depp and his filthy daughter can partner with non-stop nazi endorsing steven king but filthy dirty arnold ugly shit-trash filth ni88ger nazi scum who is never, ever stopping because he is the most unabashed nazi violent and murderous organizer of non-stop blacks, jews and white nazi filth and brings in Germans to make nazi concentration camp murder threats at me while spielberg this endlessly slopikng downwards into just a tragedy of incompetence to "represent" anything regarding the holocaust and yet he's been the sole on prescribed to have done so, by Nazi central which ugly filthy arnold is a foremost representative of, even perhaps officially recognized within this circle as the go-between the Swiss Nazi bank accounts which sponsor this nazi takeover of the united States. Accosted at 2:30 a.m after they used mechaincal arms to slither these pliable arms under the compression socks, through the opera gloves up to my bicepts, all thin and the skin sagging underneath from all muscle deterioration not just from stress and poisoning and my body shitting and ripping poison out daily which has latched literally into every bit of skin tissue organs and intestines and hips spine skull feet arms fingers it's tendrils reach everywhere---leaving loose skin, flatulent muscles hanging down and of course, the poison remains as I struggle to heal while they torture me because they are flailing in their careers or had been to a large degree. Dirty ugly stupid sick arnold a filthy crap endless repetition of so many german scumbag men who I have heard the same tone of voice, which is stratified their culture is so homogeneous the clear distinction of somatype and vocal distinguishing level or tier of their stratified society which of course he has engineered from his former accent to sound more affluent than he had formerly been in his nazi austrian background so I can assemble the various artifices but still understand his basic makeup which is pure small-minded ignorant violent nazi brutality with so many pretenses at not being nazi but yet recognized as such in this seeming contradiction but Americans love these contradictions and keep putting such types into power. Either way, they slashed into another finger cuticle which bubbled up in red welt all fingers have huge red welts, black or scarred dead nails and completely severed cuticles to the bone, calloused and infected but I pour many healing things on them multipple times per day. Every night they slash into my hands so it's never-ending dismemberment it is literally cutting my fingertips off slowly in this method.

  They injected me with more drugs via this intravenous slicing into my skin and capillaries and then sleazy filthy arnold was there, I coul...