"You're a joke to Condalisa and me" "Oh, what can she hope for? She's such a little whore for revealing her exact size of excitation! Oh, what a whore!" "Condalisa thanks, she sounds so sanctimonious" From Elan Portnoy. "And for us too" The New York TImes, yours truly David Brooks, ha ha ha (I have never contacted Mr. Brooks, know nothing of him, and if he does of me, he's involved in mutilation, orture, ("of a communist, oh it doesn't matter in this country. You can kill them and eat their feet. And the poor too. Ha ha ha ha") . My new password was spied by Frank Marzella, team at KMart Astor Place yesterday, Condalisa Rice, who has stolen from my bank card about $100.00 and less recently, (ha ha ha ha) Tapiero, and Rossi. Team who African Americans at KMart were working for yesterday declare themselves to be KKK. It was late adolescents, early twenties, and their blodness should blind me ansd I should find it irresistible. They want me to engage in oral sex and piss in my face from a vaginal point of view. The mammy with the hair wrap says I should do it, too, and cliams she has, and it's fun. The Tapiero accessed my blog, altered my secret question as to who is my teacher, but I was able to get through. We will drive you crazy and then intern you in a psych hospital if you threaten violence, like you did today? Who are you? We're the Tapiero! And we'll show you a thing or two about violence in our brothel. There no on ewill stop us. I'll eat you by the hair of your chinny chin chin, then I'll slay you, then I'll stand you up on your tippy toes and eat you by the nose and heart first. That's what I like to do to my whores when they've outlived their purpose. " "I hope she believes it and dies in fear of me".

It's all I can do not to go downstairs and fuck them up. It's really all I can do. It's hard. He's hacking into my post and alters downstairs into dowstairs, saying Dow's on his side, they say for now, but then he'll have to pay the piper, this Greg Allen friends, as if targeting me were an amusing past time, and I were here for them, and to be their slave, now that it's out. Instead of running for cover they exhalt it, but that's an occupational hazard, a common trait. You discover them, they become angry. You avoid their ruses, angrier. You leave a bus they chase after you believing you're leaving in fear of them. "You didn't know us, we knew you. Ale (Ale) the joke's on you." If they call me Ale, the Tapiero were an Elan Portnoy arrangement, and Elan Portnoy could be an alias. This means the Mittler were involved at first. So all these filth that crossed my path were Mittler arrangements. I really don't have the time to dwell on peripheral nonsense that occurred more than twenty years ago. The Tapiero will be held accountable for bodily, economic damage, and much more. So will the rest, since they're so cerebratory, while I'd rather read the paper, who david Brooks is shouting I'm not able to do because of them, they don't want me cultured they want me a whore, then a hen (cannibal dinner). This from the Times, who I now can include in the suit.Also, please hold them accountable not as revealers of Fiona Apples' decomposition sex with a victim, in a  photo, but co responsible for the man's disappearance, torture an violation. Calling my name means making me an unknown, or a corpse to smell and fuck by necrophiliacs involved in sex with decomposing sutured and mutilated bodies like Fiona Apple. "This changes things" says Sultzberger. Now I'm his journalist so he can go through the contractual motions of firing me, the show and tell of articles, the dates, the dinners, the meetings, the writing project blocked at the right sentence with a "no", so go fuck yourself, play with yourself, leave our bodies alone.