BRING YOUR MARSHMALLOWS: PLANNED POLICE RAID AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW, ORGANIZED BY THE TAPIERO, TO MAKE OUR HOUSE THEIRS, THEIRS AND ONCE MORE THEIRS!


1) 12:00PM, October 17, 2012. Two of course Hispanic male police officers are at the house. They tell my mother I called the cops and want to know where I am. My mother says she doesn't know. They go to the second floor, speak to a demure and long suffering Carmen Tapiero, who claims, in Spanish that she had been threatened, poor, poor,poor thing, and that she only owed onemonth's back rent, thanks to the great big world of forgery. My mother explains that she hasn't paid rent for three months, exposing to the world the Tapiero functioning as false Jews :two are the months Carmen the Good doesn't want to pay but will gratuitously leave the cops a little something in her will, especially for the child's athletic fund. They leave. By the by, and I know it pushes the point too much, I had not said anything or done anything in connection to the Tapiero, but, considering they monitor steps and toilet use, and should you sit down on your own, in the privacy of your apartment, they kick it senseless since it should be receptive obnly for them, them, and them.

2) I decide to step lively toward the 111 Precinct,AND:

A) At 1:05PM.There's a female relative of a prestigious New york Times advertised fascist law firm, loitering outside in the company of street beat cops;

INSIDE: The desk officer? A burly African male, with No, and I mean no, identifying badges, or name tags on his upper Volta uniform. He sees me walk up and says:

"Maria, she's here";

OUTSIDE: All the street beat cops have suddenly transformed into four flat numbered brass badge bearers, whith names,
Respectful,
Professional,
and
Couteous
like "Ho".

For the rest of the day, they organized around me with license plates memorializing their cover up of 9/11, arranging for Maria Leon freaks to follow me all day, trying to reclaim me of for their "sacrificial victim" to pay for the birth of Jews in the world, and because the copsneed to cover up for theirinvolvement in, again, 9/11.

Later that afternoon, at

4:00PM, Hillside Avenue and Homeland Street, which should be instead, 169th or thereabouts,

A Gonzales Mc Laughlin Pakistani child of the Dumb Assy of Queens College and fascist law firm cop organized two of his adolescent whore relaticves to say, in the subway:

A) My name;
B) Where I live.

I shout they're whores, making the name of an innocent personin the subway, and see the cop, this in the subway, who, in fullresponse, is on the cellphone organizing not for me, but for them. He at least has an excuse of a silver badge reading Pineda, (Pine grove, and we happen to have a pine tree in our front yard),since he has to be subtle about it, and baby, you can live in him at no charge, and has an accompanying number, probably the licence plate of person who just took out a federally subsidised small business loan, 10970.

I go to C Town, thereabouts, and am brushed against by a turd of his. I say move,he looks at me andshoves a roundwhite pice of token paper with black marker on it, a number, telling me to give up my bag or else. I tell him he makesme sick and is part of today's genocide that included police vans driving up anddown Bayside to collect people and murder them who knows where, he gets offended, and gets on the cell phone immediately.

Guess who was outside?

Cop car 7473 lower letters 11, in Alabama license plate flat.

Heck, I've even seen D.C. license plates that are flat, parked in Mother Mary Mittler Superior's driveway, with the sticker reading Taxation with no representation.

LATEST SHOUTS?:

We're raiding you and your mother, based on a warrant claiming you both steal;

Maroni, a concealed fascist dribbler, also the old head of the Italian justice department (you gotta get close) is also behind this. In Berlusconi's administrationm, they declared Southern Italians criminals and seized their homes, to do what in, since they break out in hives at the sound of Napoli, is unknown. They must be a Nazi flagellant order.

My mother was convinced by Granelle, or, Grab elle, at the 111, who also dons Sargeant uniforms when she books you for a false arrest, since street cops can't know how to write, that I:

A) Had beaten her in her sleep and I needed to be punished, when, instead, it was a Granelle organized team.

All day long I was bothered by teams after me slayed on the altar of spunk saying, among all else:

A) 1:53/4, on the 31 bus, heading to Jamaica:"we follow her andkick her out of society with our team";

2:14PM. "I wanna give (my name) a pelvic, while bouncing up and down the subway car seat dribbling human meat poultice from her sphincter because she likes to feel the drool. She also advertised "You can eat your enemy with us!" F train, car 9810;

Also, after another completely absurd train was overblownwith people at abut 3:30PM, with no air conditioning in sight, a Strassen Irish Emglish dependant piece of trash also infiltrated in the 111 as the Slavic protectress of her whore family, since if she says it Soviet, she can stand sitting in a precinct. The owman was getting her breat, her genitals, and the top of her thighs, touched repeatedly by a Queen from Engalnd, related to the Diana of Spencer ( you get rid of cheap change through them, always without a receipt from the banks, a personal experience of mine, the latest being from Chase. It's jkust too traumatic to issue one for laundry.

3:00PM. At the Duane Reade where I bought a top up card, on 57th and 6th, the cashiier who growlingly took my money was, of course master black, with a nameplate reading "Lexus Hemingway".She's got fat to spare, so she'll arrange for someone else "blick" to be slapped on the record;

On 211, North of 48th Avenue lied a Lexus in wait, dark green, a GS 300, FDG 3042, North of where I live. Fotr that matter Maria Leon native something teams were crossing Northern Boulevard where no crossing strips where, just to be near me, from North to South, in her neighborhood, meeting me at 34th Avenue, the best approximation she could use for the Empire State bulding. If that were not bad enough, the stump was wheeling a stroller with a small infant in it, and was flanked by two children who should have been in school. They made another apparition further up, this time heading back north, for no apparent reason, and in no area of importance, except that it was a bus stand by an office for the disabled.

As soon as I put my pack down for something, I was surrounded by trash looking for plausibility, thisafter leaving the precinct. I walk by, two Arab terrorists do the same, one dropping something on the street I disposed of, so the next flurry of trash couldn't smuggle it further or hand it to police with name badges reading Mickey Mouse.

Cops here are taking bribes for up to two humdred thousand dollars to kill my mother and me for our house. that number being the lucky charm that should get them symbolically through the trial.

The Tapiero were at a loss for an Internet signal all day (I disconnected my router), contacted Verizon mourning about it, were sad, started saying the connection was a guarantee in the lease (Not. We, unlike them, do not rent single occupancy rooms, call the students renting whores stealing theirmoney to force them into prostitution) and started a slow process of threading the cable connection thin, through break in, no sign of forced entry. They are also slimming a window sill, and slicking it and the floor with a plastifier so when I take the stairs, I can break a bone or two.

Outside: hymns of Your house is Marta Tapiero's! Your house is Marta Tapiero's! by passing males with small female children they could not separate themselcves from-the best so far was a Muslim wrap at a local aerobics gym. Another with red white and black Nazi inspired head gear, was busy driving a Tpyota in the colos associated with a Maria Leon child abductress theft person, one of the enormous varieties of Pepas, who growlingly want me to "work for me", this, license plate ENK 5679. coordinated with a Tapiero stalk of criminals at the end of my day, on the bus, mentioning places in Napoli, and other nonsense, walking up to my pen, and brushing against it, so they could plausibly say I wrote on them, while, who's been ending up with white supremacist marks on my bag , for two days in a row, is me.

Fuck you.

The pig downstairs knows I'm writing this and shouts: "FUCK ME!" It's all I can take, really. It's 45:58AM and this whore can't get enough of me. Guess who's cutting power and connection from the router as soon as I finish this post.

FUCK YOU, WHORE, AND FUCK OFF.