The photos are not in the original order of the exhibit, and the latter , with Maria Leon on top, should have been placed after the first. An error in placement resulted in latter photos being placed as former.They are probably serial Nazis trained in area churches in Jackson Heights, in White Castle area on Northern Boulevard and 88th Street, North of 34th Avenue:
1) Top photo 5, Nana 1959, Maria Leon, and Tony Gonzales. Shown in yesterday's NY Times also as a Pakistani child. Nana is a book by Zola, on prostitution. The class Maria Leon followed with Jonathan Buchsbaum at Queens Collge, a History of Film, discussed Zola, positivism and atavism. Zola also defended Dryfus a French Officer unjustly tried for illegal crimes only because Jewish. Maria's friend at Queens College was an Ann Cassola, or Ayn Cassola, as in Ayn Rand, and Cassola, a writer on Italian Resistance, a name not commonly found here in the United States. Their other contact was Carol Anastasio. She was the lead in a film I made, inspired by Hitchcock for a film class. Her partner stole the film after the class, bringing it back to England with her. It was a woman student whose name I can't remember, petire, blondish, short hair. The film was mostly mine.
2) Photo 6, Soraya and Sonia, to echo the Tapiero arrangement of Ray and Raj at Staples some days past, who also played with sending me to a psych facility.
3) Photo 7, Belinda, 1967. Resembles a Gotti. Last in the exhibited series.
4) Photo 2, Pepita 1963. Woman calling my mother by her name yesterday outside our house. I went to take a look,and wrote the license plate down. My mother told me to shut up. She wanted me to "work for her"ferociously. I walked back in, after she said I was crazy. Exact same hair color as conductress of Italian RAI television Cristianita', by the name of Miriam, also a show inviting Nationalist Unity on its screen.
5) Photo 1, Jacky 1961; Resembles Ayn Cassola.
6) Photo 4, Christer, 1955; Placed before Maria Leon.
7) Photo 3, Gina 1963. Strange she should show her breasts if her name references vagina, or better perfectly typical, with the alternations these Nazis make.
The Leon invited me to their house hought strange. after first aquaintance for holidays, easter, Thanksgiving. The latter by Maria Leon, which I thought strange. She disappeared from Queens College the same time my ex-usband did, the latter attending only the classes we were both enrolled in. Ayn disappeared after awhile, with people claiming she had married and moved to Florida. Hacker wrote Ao. Lucia Leon was involved with a theater company on the Upper West Side, worked one South of the church on Broadway, by 8th Street, for awhile, had an affair and went to the Seychelles with an English diplomat who she calimed bothered her with the proper way to hold forks, Maria leon was involved in a back to the earth camp, never explained why she stopped attending Queens College, taught without a degree at the Red School House, in the Village, or claimed to, was otherwise unbearable and insufferable, lived with a Gero Carletto supposedly, in the Village, worked at The Theater for the New City for awhile, claiming she had driven a man to injecting heroin for the love of her, for a week, while she was supposedly having anal sex with carletto (too much detail, I thought, at the time). Slammed the door shut on me, with Ayn, throwing me out of the village apartment who knows why,then apologized with Ayn afterwards. Asked me to housesit in her supposed apartment in Chelsea, when she and Carletto had gone away on a trip. When they returned wouldn't say a thing, not even thanks. Sent me a card supposedly from DC claiming signed I love you, which was inordinately strange since the feeling one got from her was that you were her maid in waiting, she decided which films to see what to do, and what have you. Supposedly pregnant with Gero's children (looked like neither, two little girls) over the Thanksgiving holiday, told me how she couldn't wait to leave Jackson Heights. She's been nothing but trouble, counting indians "for Krupps, arranging Latin American trash in the Richmond Hills areas to cart off goods, possibly through home invasions, continued to bother me through stalkers to work for her,making my life a living hell, trying to steal my house in Bayside, once as an indian reclaiming her land, then because she wanted to, then this then that then again, not shutting up for years. The best was yesterday, and the correlation I was able to make, Dear Lucy, possibly freeing in th elong run. This has been going on for twenty years, call it quits. These filth Tapiero are a continuation as nightmare of the Leon. Marta Tapiero did receive an inviotation from Jackson Heights marked Ave then a letter. We at the time were interested in punk rock, and the East Village artistic work. Ben leon liked patti Smith, they knew a Greek woman, Diane something who worked for Arista, also a contact of Anastasio, even as a record firm, at their say. I've always had the latter around me, here and there striking up unwanted conversation, still bothering people for the Unites States take on WWI. They concealed what they did very well. Ben Leon and she gave me books, the latter supposedly working for Little Brown.She gave me a copy of Pablo Neruda poems,a book of Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes tales,Ben Leon a book on Modigliani, an interest of Patti Smith's as well, Aesop's fables, Fitzgerald's The Beautiful and the Damned. They had Auto da Fe in their basement, my mother waiting in the dunghill to make that come true for me, for whatever crazy reason she has. She needs to claim me as her victim, for fascism worldwide, and that will make her feel elated allright. I don't feel like offering myself up for that role. All in all, I hated them, was extremely bored with them, hated them lost contact with them, and was bored with them, since they operated as brain dullards. I went to Philadelphia on a lark with Ben Leon, and he left suddenly. I found him on the train, and he laughed at me. I sat away form him. They were completely concealed at the time, revealing themselves, mucch like Frank Marzella, at a safe distance. i'm looking forward to alll this ending and never crossing my path again. if not, I'll write until the only move they can make is horizontal on a lethal injection table.They are responsible for many, many deaths. And the dulling of enthusiasm for life, and learning. For what?
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