“ ‘Hey, are you lookin’ at ME?’ ”

These two African American theatergoers were so hungry and so busy before showtime, they had to eat slices of pizza (Mormon Church of Satan “lucky rabbit’s foot”/”good luck charm” symbol) as they were entering Richard Rogers theater to see Mormon Church of Satan Hamilton musical (they two were two of the few black people on line to see the Mormon Church of Satan Hamilton musical; most black people cannot afford to go to the theater).  They two were eating pizza because they were told to eat pizza.  They didn’t tell me they were told, I know they were told.  And I know they’re now two of the plaintiffs in a legal case against Berkshire Hathaway, JPMorgan Chase, Citi, Bain, Verizon and many other corporations including and most especially: the Mormon Church of Satan.  (Mormon Danites/Danettes: Do not punish these two women because of this that I write which I must, for the LEGAL CASE.)   I do not know if these two African American women are from Jersey City, New Jersey.  The African American woman on the left has a bird tattoo on her right hand (or what looks like a bird tattoo) that reminds me of the Mormon Church of Satan Marriott Marquis hotel bird gangster quote:

“Hey, are you lookin’ at ME?”
Feathered New Yorker on a railing
visiting Jersey City, New Jersey.
(Mormon Church of Satan Marriott Marquis driveway, Times Square, February 3, 2018)

Explaining that I’m trying to become a fashion photographer I asked the young white male who was sitting next to me in the lounge area [Mormon Church of Satan Marriott Marquis hotel 8th floor lounge, February 3, 2018) if I could take a picture of his shirt; he is now a plaintiff in a legal case against Berkshire Hathaway, JPMorganChase, Citi, Verizon and many other corporations including and most especially, the Mormon Church of Satan. cc all Mormon barristers


Sarpino’s Pizza
What You Lookin’ At Me 4 Lyrics

[Intro: Big Nut] Yeah (yeah) Let’s get out there my nigga
West Coast Killa Beez nigga (f**k you looking at nigga)
Yo, we coming to serve all you bitch ass muthaf**kas
Black off Black, Blackball Entertainment, nigga
West Coast Killa Beez, check it out, west coast style, yo[Big Nut] I’m so gangsta, I don’t dance or walk
Nigga slide to slide, spit that heat or talk
From California to New York, I’m banging on wax
Like my nigga Big Y Dog and Little Hogg, f**k y’all
Niggaz dissin’ the Black Techs and Six Mill
For real, you’ll f**k around and get killed
Cap peel, just for saying foul to me
You out of bounds, you won’t even last a round with me
[P.C.] You really need to stop fronting, nigga
You don’t really wanna do nothing, nigga
Once me get my killas get to dumping, nigga
You’ll stop fall, jackin’ and bumping your dentures
Dent your mug, 4-0, slugs, straight up in your cranium
One shot, I’m aimin ’em, shouldn’t have been f**kin’
With the Killa Bee Gang and them, mad dog from P Dot
Like he not, heated, my desert eag’ squeeze til you moonwalk and beat it

[Chorus: G Twin (P Nut)] What you lookin’ at me for?
(You don’t wanna see this fo’fo, nigga)
What you really coming to do?
(Nigga I’ll f**k your ass up)
I’ll give you what you asking for
(You don’t wanna see my fo’fo, nigga)
An can of asswhipping or two
(Nigga, I’ll serve your whole crew)

[Pimp Nasty] You niggaz should be calm, try and be patient
Cause if not, you’ll be a patient, momma patient
Try’nna get herself together, they tell her, her son gone
He done tricked on, this niggaz Rob Strick-long
Talkin’ out the side of his neck, swearin’ that he served some nigga
From the gang Black Tech, now that’s a lie, that’s why I socked him in his eye
Hit him so many times, that nigga bound to die

[P Nut] Yo, yo, what the f**k you looking at?
You niggaz want beef, nigga, get the cooking at
If you ain’t banging rules, I ain’t f**king with you
Niggaz stuck in the booth, niggaz ducking the truth
Blackball, robbing Nuts, send that nigga to hell
And go and bloody up the streets and the raunchy motel
When we come around, blood, better keep your chains up
Cause Black Tech niggaz don’t give a mad f**k


[RZA] I’ll put y’all niggaz in a stranglehold, you see my fang go gold
You f**k around, I’ll put this foot up in your anal hole
The Black Tech, four foot magnum, two kiligrams
The sound alone – buck-buck – might kill a man
From Atlantic to Pacific, barehanded with the biscuit
KBG, east to west, we sick with it
Big guns and big dicks, dip six in sick knicks
Godbodies, bloods and crips and shit

[Gangsta Wiggles] We gon’ keep it way more gangsta than y’all, that’s on the set
If you trippin’ then I’mma holla with a Black Tech
Niggaz hating on me, when I ain’t got shit
Just a pack of of cigarettes, and a fifth, ain’t that a bitch?
Keep it gangsta? Ya’ll don’t even know what it mean
Cut a nigga open, blood, it’s realism when I breathe
f**k yo hood nigga, we get to cooking that beef
Tell that nigga, Nut, you better stop looking at me, nigga

[Chorus] [G Twin] On the swing tip, R&B shit, to the flip
Get your flip locked, atleast we cool whip, cause I do shit
Like talk about pussy lips all day
I make your momma say, damn, damn, damn, james
Sayin’ that you gangsta, just to sell product
Go back to the streets, stand and sell narcotics
It’s you niggaz f**king up the game, man
And real killas, they gonna take their name back
Now who gangsta, who killa, who die
Nah, who flooded, who shitted, who pause
Mans is man, whether they bust a four
It’s the who blast shirts, give out the last recall
Blast and haul ass, niggaz, whoop ass
Frontin’, like a chicken with no ass at all
Shit we mash on y’all, y’all niggaz don’t flaunt it
The Blackball is on it, and we f**k up your front end


I was not quick enough to take a picture of the NUTS4NUTS vendor truck that drove by while theatergoers were on line to see Mormon Church of Satan Hamilton musical.

cc all Mormon barristers


[I was looking at this female because she looks like my grandson Wesley’s wife Kolliesha.  Wesley is the primary plaintiff in a legal case against Berkshire Hathaway, JPMorganChase, Verizon and other corporations including the Mormon Church of Satan; Kollieshia is a primary plaintiff.  This female might also be a plaintiff, too.  cc all Mormon barristers]

Shia LaBeouf in the online stream #AllMyMovies.

Let’s see. There’s slow food, slow TV, slow cinema, slow theater, slow art, and now slow fame, in which stars spend several hours (or a few days) critiquing being famous. Two weeks ago, the actor turned stunt artist Shia LaBeouf took a seat toward the front of the house at the Angelika Film Center in Manhattan and watched all 29 of his movies, uninterrupted, in reverse chronology. The camera positioned in front of his aisle seat recorded and streamed live every second of his willing descent into stewed narcissism, which was called #AllMyMovies.

Soda was sipped, naps were taken, pizza was ordered. He posed for photos and abandoned “Transformers: Dark of the Moon” but returned in time for “Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps.” He yawned. I yawned. I checked in. I checked out. So did he. Between movies, in the rear of the frame, you can see the Angelika’s ushers come through and sweep the aisles.

(Hey, Are You Looking At Me? by Wesley Morris, The New York Times, November 25, 2015,
The poster depicts a Transformer named Optimus Prime, standing with a blade in his left arm, and a blaster in his right arm. There is also a young couple standing below the Transformer, and just where the 3 are standing, there is also a crash-landed Decepticon fighter. Behind the Transformer and the couple, there is a war-torn city of Chicago, with Decepticon battleships surrounding it. The film title and credits are on the bottom of the poster.