Houses that spy on me to force us to sell our houses low, and then purchase them. Again: I do not know their names, and they continually contact others by using mine. They organize like this on buses, with  prostitutes on an improbable Northern Boulevard, a ped party and house break in at Marie Curie Park, with 911 coolie African saying today was Rosh Hashanah and children were not in school; Marta Tapiero and her family involved, same for Marilla Palmer, Santanche',Citibank cop substitution for the royal English crown, and New York Presbyterian along with Long Island Jewish's Karlin who sends me frudulent billing, three so far, for $190.00 each. This is also a Marta Tapiero contact.

196-45 45th Avenue, had me spied by his bloder than you female relatives on 45th when I walked out and on 211th Street. I called 911 and he was covered. It's an arrangement with Re-Max and Emanuel Adimiketakis our real estate agent, to ruin my mother and me, and have us abducted to a Nazi confederate concentration camp area in Florida when all is said and done;

196-40 45th Avenue: arranged to have me stalked by an Asian involved in the World Trade Center terrorist attack, who spat against the store fronts (a scrum arranged for my abduction by the Queen of England); as I walked by;

37-39, mislabeling her house as 37-35, no fine in sight, who told my mother that renters are scarce, that the two women who were renting just left, when they left long ago instead after she tried to ruin them at work and was telling everybody that a variety of men accessed their apartment at odd hours, when I never witnessed this, and has had a dark haired whore play cock grab in front of 39 mislabeled 35 with some filth, then had her spy on my every move, as she still does with her husband. She's the one running toward me on the side of her driveway (throw an Italian to genocidal torture) with fisted hands, palm facing the ground. Considering her presence I thought she would be better off in a menatl hospital, and not arranging to name me as I walk by from her front door to whoever will listen.

Marta Tapiero accepted the same contract for Prize capture experts at the New Yorker: They study what you buy or receive, and arrange for your abduction and murder accordingly. Third week in a row, I still haven't received the magazine by monday of the preceding date. When I called in the first time the fool left it on the foyer table the morning after and well before regular mail delivery;

The same creature of the night accepted a contract on my life from: Dolce e Gabbana, who operate for Doria, whose contact was also Davis, as in Jefferson. H&M thought it should join in.

I'm easy prey, I don't know, I cannot observe, I can be easily blamed for Santanche's, New York Presbyterian gay skinnings in confederate pig farm towns arranged at Rite Aid by Marilla Palmer and none other than her WIGSTOCK celebrating husband Peter Zaremba (they thought that arranging it from the cash register area at Rite Aid on Northern slightly west of 196th would work wonders. A whore resembling Atkinson with chisel proof make up on was asking a Patton confederate Marilla Palmer spy  labeled Barbara is she had any gays for her. She said, no and that  a chummy casual conversation ensued, as if skinning, infecting, torturing a gay to force him to masturbate on exposed muscle tissue for the laughs of people who need to be shot down at sight was the most acceptable thing in the world, especially here.

Our other tenant at our other house has been getting Billy Graham on the loudspeakers, calls me Alex, says I drink: this by arranging to stalk me with his cop connection and trying to extort protection money from my mother and me, with a "PAY" said once from our front door. What I do is no one's business, you make it yours let's just fucking see what happens.

On my return home SDaint Bicholas proved itself to be exactly what I thought it was: a Confederate Nazi indebted mess that has elementary school children say that I need to take it up the ass from their pastor, shouting, screaming, growling and the like, mentioning my name, and I don't know any of them. Their school guard seems to be on the muscle tissue mission: she yelled malaka once, meaning masturbator. They're also a caroline Kennedy contact, who runs a school for children in the 60's in Manhattan. She of course will deny it, and we'll all sleep a sounder sleep, knowing that despite piddly remonstrances like mine, nobody gets swat teamed but me.

I will document the Condalisa Rice organized 911 calls, and other locations of 9/11 terrorism coordination in Bayside New York, from World Jew Center 211-16 50th Avenue, because due to her inheritance of a concentration camp cubicle under a rhythmic temple of dementia, they think that a suburb can be "controlled". The Lega thinks that it's a richer version of the Italian periferia, so acts the same. The Tapiero put streetwalkers at ATMs and on Francis Lewis Boulevard, as if that were a proper area to do so: for them, I run errands, I'm a whore. I go out, much the same for the other tenant who, if he doesn't watch out I will sue within an inch of his life, along with his precinct connection. As I said, I don't want to hear it. They remonsrate, they plot, I'll fill them with so many complaints they won't know which way to turn. And 911 who are brain damaged, think they have, as police call dispatchers informers aligned for a fraudulent arrest warrant that ends you abducted to some pig farm in the South, and they, on the line, hold the power of life and death over you. I'm just checking who's aligned not to respond to calls, they don't believe it because they'r trapped in some sort of spacey my master controls all universe so be it, enjoy the long stay at Creedmoor. For the Tapiero no Nazi affiliate ever went there to stay, and they think nothing of saying this while I write this in the privacy of my home, which, unfortunately, still has the same effect on me, and it turns out this was "an experiment in domesticity" organized by none other than visual art luminary, collected in the Whitney (New York Presbyteran association) and SUNY Purchase, is truly groundbreaking along with her torture and murder of gays through her connections. She laughs? She is so fucking removed at the secrecy of these abductions, and the inhumanity of them she laughs? And the confrontation of her podunk stalking world should make me feel intimidated? Again, off to Guantanamo with them on a mandate to kill. They make me sick to the point of going to war against them. Ha ha ha ha and ha? Condalisa Rice arranged for the abuse of a small indian child on the bus yesterday to show me a thing or two, with a supervisor with dohjap eyes laughing at how her mother was flinging her about, 911 refused assistance when I called, and Rice contacted the woman and laughed with her and these people shouldn't get fucking shot in the fucking face? Think again. Don't send me a card from Guantanamo: but you will.

Marilla Palmer thinks of herself as a double agent of the nazi party. How was it done, one asks?
"Through my head!".

It's porn industry thing it seems. Look at the bars on Chase and Nissan as identity porn covering ones: the first is blue (immigrants), Nissan red (homeowners and non slavists). I'm having a hard time finding peace with this filth going on.