SEPTEMBER 21, 2012, FRIDAY,OR,ME AS SAINT RED BRIGADE TERRORIST DAY.
Offered to you courtesy of Sandra Marzella, Iolanda Tozzi, Ciro Pane, an RSI (Hitler puppet state 1943-45 in Italy while the British were allied with us, evidently against the English Royal House, considering the company they keep) Colonna and graced by a Prince William family member. Marzella and Tozzi are estranged family members of mine, Pane supposedly an Italian Police Officer who may be supposedly married to Iolanda Tozzi, but since her last name means piece of bread, his bread, they may just be a Austro Hungarian Nazi Germany unit. I find it hard to believe one would marry a palindrome without wondering about it.

12:48PM. Granelle and Kennedy plan food poisonings, only of me, since I'm a communist terrorist.

1:15PM. I don't sit on the bus bench because there's the usual accumulation of "who can I blame for my crime of the day" crowd and stand outside by the bus stop pole. An idling blue and white van of sorts licnse plate New York AHM 2032 signals me to the seated as a communist terrorist, and a saint Nichoals whore bounces by the pole to start trouble, because I'm a communist terrorist. Before that there were slews of Bourbon of Pain house maids, who dropped a small metal Spanish coing with the profile of theri very own Juan Carlos in the drawer missing my camera to computer wire, and my memory storage, and mimic me as Juan Carlos' s grateful and happy slave maid, because they will convert me to fascism, because I'm a communist terrorist. This lasts until 1:18PM, because I'm a communist terrorist. They all hop on a 20 that stops on Northern and Francis Lewis (I thought no pickups allowed in Queens) to go visit Sargeant Granelle, because I'm a communist terrorist, license plate R14149.

1:21PM. Condalisa Rice lets out a public announcement: "Until it do we will poison your population the population you serve to do you in in the end with our fake electorate " ' nuff said" " addressing US Military, and referring herself to Kelly, the Commish, just because I'm a communist terrorist.

1:26PM, news stop, because I'm a communist terrorist. preceded of the suddenly very popular stop because I'm a communist terrorist. A Constantin and a Filippa (Mountbatten and Agamemnon death mask by way of the Italian prison in Gorgona, Italy await me there, on the side of the store toward East, or, ah! China! because I'm a communist terrorist. I walk in and stop. In comes the Flipper, looking at the board that announces lottery winnings yesterday advertised by dollar stratae, with a small circle signifying point, and the winner as Nazi cannibal prey, then walks off into the distance, all because I'm a communist terrorist. Then in comes a clone but shorter, and with curved legs of the Asian Officer at the 111 Precinct who thinks country means one big clone face, and who buys a cup of Green Mountain coffee, then ambles  to pick up two gallons of Poland Spring water and says "That's next (ambulance) if you don't stop reading the news." The female whore behind the counter, who does not know my name from any conversation we may have had, which usually limit themselves to " scan the newspaper, and give me a receipt " because they need to be reminded, issues her own warning: "Alessandra, finche' lo prende in bocca" or, my name, until I take it in the mouth, a littel too casual for me. At 1:29PM the cashieer helps herself to some Nestea. I walk out and the team at the side (Italian thrown backward) made of a Flipper and a Valentin-Constantin mention cocaine, whose blue bags I always saw in Mittler's driveway, flung about in confederate abandon.  As I walk to the next bus stop because staying there would make me slightly nauseous, there's a License Plate EWC 8997 on the street by the store, then slightly up, an ENT 6613 to the right, an open black pick up truck and to the left, on the street, and Old New York plates 22661-MA creating a tiny corridor to pass through, because I'm a communist terrorist. at 1:33PM a stroller addcited Queen of England Citibank cop substitution expert in African female asks me where Satples is, and I don't answer, pretending to be lost. The store recently endorsed that Ped from that Pennsylvanian University, and enjoys congress with Mitt Romney now as well. All because I'm a communist terrorist (Hey, weren't the communists peds in Manchurian Candidate? Wha' happen' ?). She was a Cindy Lindy contact, who resents perambulating because it distracts her to much from the child. The maroon van , a Granelle special, sent to cover up for 196-36 45th's Avenue garage slave door, mentions CORE ( a foot chew for the Queen who favors them and models the cut through Kore' statues, the whiteness being just the right parbroiling point of human skin and tissue) , Mechanical Contracting, 24-29 45th Street, Astoria, NY 11103 718.204.8880, which is connected to Imperial venues. The van could have been stolen, and placed strategically there to convey a message and destroy a small business by the thieves through me, they think, because I can't recognize a paranoid connection from reality: my name can be scrambled, any name can be scrambled, ultimately it's a matter of actual crime committed, and by whom. Just because I'm a communist terrorist. The pick up truck driver gets in since I delayed long enough, an Empire Truck from Brooklyn drives by, THE connection to yesterday's 36 capers (today as I was packing the weed garbage my garage door was rising and falling repeatedly, trying to convey a message and cach my attention. The first connected it to 36, and I was too busy to be bothered by the latter. I just checked to see if the door was closed when I was done doing what I was doing, and it was (she's crAAAAzy! HO HO HA HO HA) , followed by a yellow and black plastic sports car with a middle aged drug store cashieer or Jena Bush New York Public Library inserted, drives by, but a clear connection to Marta Tapiero and her beau's attempt on my mother's life (he drove a yellow sportcar and she tried to back my mother toward the temporarily closed garage while I was running errands, and now I'm it, so they can rub it in my mother's "face" and laugh) , just because I'm a communist terrorist, and my mother a fascist, and together we represent the United States, while the Tapiero want their coke field back. The yellow and black license plate was ESC 1477, signaling that the attempted abduction didn't go fowl, so I;m still not a chicken pot pie.

A crowd of collusion at the other bus stop, involving Paul Polivko. The Patton Licio Gelli whore gets on the bus and descends at the same stop as a blonde Atkinson hair as an arched cat's back (short and honey ashen blonde seventy year old Chaucer eyed lady, a white shul bloused collar,topography polyester pants in black red and white and beinge nurses shoes ), at 29th (What Ho!) and e   Bell, after the saucy blue eyed says "Naffo left, till she manicomio" , or +1,0,0,0,insert 9  (Bitt Romulan horsey nazifascist underground bwothew) and torture an i into an o, or male. This meaning me. The driver, an oval faced Hispanic with sunglasses for blinding should the occasion rise, says heil Hitler. This at 1:48PM. All because I'm a communist terrorist. The bus, heading north on Bell Boulevard, was number 008 (h+1=i) number 6051 license plate L20696. As I write a new message is conveyed: they hope I learned my lesson, and I refuse to be a communist terrorist and "allow them to make you their slave, since I am too" from CindyMinty Ritz who" HA HAS AND SEE IF SHE DON'T OUT OF FEAR, AND THEN GEORGE WE'LL BE RID OF HER, AND CONQUER HER HOUSE FOR THE CONFEDERATE BLOWJOB WHO WANTS IT MOST"  I get off the bus, write, the driver idles and asks me" is everything allright?" I don't respond.

At 2:04PM, at Bay Terrace mall, DUANE READE is full of Gelli inserts here to celebrate Rosh Hashanah and catholics not eating fish but being eaten as. June and Ralph Rossi thought it was fun to put me up for auction since all they know is that I'm Italian and that suits them fine, and the place is revved by Kennedy's and Pattons who want their Palm Springs house back, since it's no longer Ralph or June Rossi's anymore for them. What have you. June Rossi knows I'm writing this and starts a camp send off of me at intermittent tones, and, frankly, I'm not interested. Frank Marzella thinks using frankly calls him into action, since he's thick about the vagaries (alas!) of the English language, and prurient about its recondite meanings. 28from this street is there with temples forget into Whoopi Goldberg's long lost love, Ted Dawson, because "we want in on this", then a throwback Bourbon, who later, wearing white red and black said I was a fascist at the bus stop, missing her Philipino maid staff role with her Master. For that ride, a black and white confederate Queens College Registrar's Office nun created a scenario by naming my name on the bus with a Traffic Cop riding on it for the occcasion, saying I was a blowjob whore. A Bantu masterpiece in Hispanic with no number but a Delapara name plate. The paracadutisti, in Italy are a notorious concealed fascist division, that through her, and Marilla Palmer, have just decided to give up the ghost. I, of course remostrated, saying clearly I did not know her, them anybody on the bus, ridiculed a temible Japanese dumb ass for using the word "nigger" to show me he had 911 under control, and said I would start charging for the humor. At the stop there were two African nurses in pink, again, at 3:15PM or thereabouts, no hospital in sight, no medical center using that color uniform, and no excuse for their being there at all.
June and Ralph Rossi's contact was a raphael, or a Tapiero-Patton the confederate and a Doria.

2:08-2:19PM otherwhere. Tozzi parades a Bava Beccaris in front of me saying he should remind me of someone SOMEONE and that's how she knew I was a communist terrorist. As I was shopping for a bag to tune up spies who needed to establish what I bought to poison my food while walking, Sandra Marzella was amplified SHOUTING IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP ABDUCTION SPEEDED FRENZY this: We've finally caught this fucking terrorist trying to organize at Bay terrace does that fall remind you of anyone?" this was done in conjunction with Tozzi, because I;m a communist terrorist. At 2:40PM, at Waldbaums Tozzi thinks it opportune to threaned to poison me with Bammy Nazi chemical weapons by saying " caso mai usi armi chimiche" or, "just in case you use chemical weapons" this during a food shopping errand, just because I'm a communist terrorist.
I just corrected a double colon as George Bush was saying this is what I want you to do, so they use my posts as an organizational gossip column. Just because I'm a communist terrorist.

At my entrance at Waldbaums (Caroline Kennedy just added a t to my, and signaled to her slaves an arch they should abduct me by, but I'm not a Judy Garland fan, so she can traipse the Midwest with her tornado ruined town nazi bases camps on her own, just because I'm a communist terrorist) there was a little theatre there put together by the Kennedys the great upholders of the United States Democratic Party, and exemplary Catholic hunters: one jumbled, poor soul, a quarter in a cart, andasked me to help her. I refused. In comes a Congolean with George the Third lips and multiple arrest concentration camp brass earrings (if I copyright my material) and helps her. A Carlos Colon, actual Colonna of the XMAS Nazi division in Northern Italy 1943-45 sentences me to death by forcing himself on my shopping cart, and yanking the key from a small area, meaning you will be a dead cannibalized slave anyhoo. I use my card (and there's a Prince William there embezzling money from Food Stamp accounts, with an obese King George the ThirdAfrican woman and Kennedy goon claiming to be Jose'trying to interfere ) and the sale at the Self Service check out is blocked, I erase it, and the information continues to appear on the screen, until it finally doesn't. The Prints of Catbridge's clone was standing by an office door (slave quarter lock ups, ready to pounce on me if he could convince me I was a communist terrorist) on a cellphone, to Granelle, the Nazi ped Sargeant at the 111 Precinct. Here is the information on the altered machine:

2:40PM, Self Check Out number 10, WALDBAUMS BAY TERRACE MALL:

FUJITSU;
Model U-Scan;
S/N N23277;
NTEP CC-04-051;
On screen-CC:04
                  051.

It listed my ENTIRE Waldbaums customer account number on screen, so they can check my purchases, break in and feed me plastic (they substituted the Rite Aid vitamins in my drawer with acetate filled Vitamin A and E-that's plastic, and when I go, I can't find anything healthy).

IMPORTANT: THEY'RE CHASING PEOPLE OUT OF SUPERMARKETS JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE DEMOCRATS, HAVE HOMES, IN THE SOUTH IN THE MIDWEST A BIT EVERYWHERE. PLEASE HELP! RACHEL MADDOW, THE KENNEDYS, ALL YOUR ENEMIES ARE DOING THIS, ALSO IOLE (...)

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT IOLE MEANS THE BOTTOM OF A SHIP, SO BY MENTIONING HER NAME YOU'RE ACTUALLY CALLING A FASCIST ABDUCTION OF SLAVE BOATS, BUT SMALL WHITE AND BLACK ROOMS WHERE THEY EAT PEOPLE ON FALSE NAVY SHIPS, CHILDREN, DECOMPOSED BODIES, ETC. THERE MAY BE A NEW ORLEANS CONNECTION TO THIS. IOLE'S DAUGHTER'S NAME IS MARINA, AND I FORGET HER SON'S, IF THEY'RE HER CHILDREN.

From someone they amplified because we'll depress ourselves and not help out, but keel over and die.

2:54PM. An African Cunty Monty Razz tribe in a black Lincoln (it means we'll be human poultice in one of their slaves' ass,, symbolized by a black enema syringe) mount another show involving my name from License Plate Land GCX-3046;

A Petreaus team consisting of yeat another Kennedy and a Karl Rove also join me on the bus the way back, after they try to convince the converted that it's a CIA operation. I say there was hell over the waterboarding, how are abduction, torture, mutilation, murder and pederasty of children to illegal concetration camps throughout the world acceptable or even criminal? Mounting a thigh that has been deboned and mutilated slowly from an aware person for about two ritualized weeks and then suffocating him with it by suturing his head in the fleshthen having a necro Nazi fuck the dead body and suck it as food is acceptable CIA behavior? So I ridiculed them the whole way. The bus driver was in collusion as well, after his pappy said I was just a blowjob to him, and I said who are you? How do I know you? How do you know me? The driver looks back, puzzled? Puzzled? In his Ghee toe things get much worse? How the hell can they get much worse than this? He must have to trance let it all hang out there so the police shoot at him, and he resents that. He gets hungry if an area gets all black, he communicates, through CeeLeeRyy, or Cellary, or Nazi Sub Basement Condalisa Rice. Her dad worked so hard on multiple sclerosis, she's crying now, "All gone! All gone! All our Nazi revolution gone! For a nobody who figured it out! I cain't stand it! I can't stand it! I may kill myself tonight! "

Stay out of her range and there's a chance she will.

I can't wait for the shooting to start, I really can't. In denial, Granelle simulates fear. She's convinced, absolutely convinced, that I should experience fear at all this. Fear.

Please forgive their organizing through spelling, study it. I'll try to correct it later. I've been at it since 10:00AM, and it's 10:00PM now. Rats spells thorugh. So we get Waldened, or lost in a Nazi Lutheran christ child eating back slave quarter back yard. And religious institutions should have their creed respected as law? YOU ARE SKATING ON THIN ICE, RITZ.

TIMES PUBLIC SAFETY AT BAY TERRACE DROVE BY BECAUSE THEY WERE TOLD I WAS THERE:

1:53PM;
2:21PM;
2:54PM, ORGANIZED BY CONDALISA RICE.