LATEST PLANS, BY MY MOTHER, ALL UNPROVOKED, NO ALTERCATION IN THE VICINITY AND THE TRUE MOTIVATION BEHIND LEGAL BEHAVIOR.

ALSO:VERIZON AND CON ED WILL ARRANGE FOR WORKERS TO BE MURDERED DURING SERVICE CALLS-VERIZON IS ALREADY WORKING ON BLAIMING ME, AND EX COP THEY EMPLOY CALLED ME TO TELL ME THE PEOPLE I SPOKE TO IN THE PREVIOUS POSTS ARE CALIMING I'LL HURT WORKERS WITH THE KLAN. THE TAPIERO ARE READY AND WILLING TO TAKE ON THE BURDEN, AS LONG AS THEY CAN BLAME ME:

HACKER IS GOING CRAZY WITH THIS POST.PLEASE UNDERSTAND WHAT MAKES SENSE, NOT THEIR SWILL.MARTA TAPIERO RECLAIMS IT WITH A DOUBLE P, AND ANNOUNCES IT TO LOOK BIG IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WHICH IS NOT A CRIMEDEN.

1)Claims she murdered my father by ether, and plans to do the sam with me;

2) Claims she didn't murder my father with ether, and spits at me;

3) Claims I'm crazy;

4) Arranges for Mark Mittler and 36 to poison my food, the milk by Mittler, something else by 36, some powder, because "figlia mia non mi sei mai piaciuta. Se non lo faccio io lo fa il neiborhoodo" or, "daughter of mine, I never liked you, if I don't do it the neighborhood will.";

5) Rosaria Pipia and her beau, an old Carravetta contact, and student was amplified through Saint Nicholas saying I'm not a virgin anymore, was not, so I deserve to "die in the face of the Lord"; last I heard she was importing books from Italy with her own company. As students, she sat in the back seat and her father drove her around. It's also a crime to take a bus. That makes you a whore too;

6) She plans on selling our houses through Akidimetakis, without telling me talking all the money and disappearing in Italy;

7) She'll say I'm crazy;

8) She plans on transfering the money from here to Italy through Pipia and Carravetta, who seem to be a contact of Bruno, the lawyer;

9) She'll still say I'm crazy;

10)Mittler wants in onn it. Wants all the money and then she'll sell my mother to the Queen's dungeon. My mother mulls it over, and then "No, non mi conviene"; or, "No, that doesn't work for me.";

11)She brainstorms and thinks that maybe by interning me ain a psych facility the Queen will let her do what she wants. The Queen accepts. Her hackers let her know what I'm writing and she thinks better of it.

12) I'm still crazy;

13) She wants to distribute pills in my food from the Bayside Hills pharmacist, without consulting a doctor, or with a proper prescription, since of slaves, the owner determines the illness and the medication. Think of a fascists's delusional state when the lure for control and power is so strong they even think potted plants are their slaves;

14) She still thinks I'm crazy;

15) Her sister, Rosetta Cavallo, and the rest are busily discussing what to do, where to place her, since they're accepting money from Mussolini by coordinating it with an anti breakingnewts email web page. Her options are many:

A) Subsidized housing, when she's not subsidized matierial, in Rome. In particular, it's subsidized housing of military aviators. Since she has a driver's license, it applies to her as well;

16) I'm still crazy;

17) Iolanda Tozzi, a Police Inspector at Secondigliano, thinks nothing of these events and declares she doesn't want her in Teverola, her stained glass cathedral away from her pig pen, but at San Marcellino, where she can remain in hiding among the "peons like her.". Then in England, because being amplified by Saint Nicholas gives one license to be a fool: She killed her mother, she'll kill my mother too. Ha ha ha ha ha." Shots ring in the distance;

18) I'm still crazy;

19) Next plan: France, at Millery, or Spain, with Queen Sofia who will place her in a bad neighborhood where she can run people out of town by shouting and screaming and a waving pitchfork. That she considers: but Sofia wants my mother's money, all of it. "No, non me conviene.";

20) For my mother, seized by the vision of a future fascist mode: I never liked you, "mi fai schifo perche' non sei delle mie sorelle, per me non sei niente, per me tuo padre non era niente, e poi...e che ne so. Mi viene di dirlo dalla rabbia che ho per te perche' non sei ne' buona ne' brava ne' competente a te stessa."

"You make me sick because you're not one of my sisters. You're nothing to me, your father was nothing to me, and then...I don't know. I feel like saying it because I'm mad because you're not good, and you're incompetent."

21) The abuse involvolving incompetence brings in crowds, first of which Manuel Tapiero who stands to lose uch since his daughter arranges for fraudulent psych hospital seizing abductions and needs to look good with the disabled, when she's a foaming at the mouth Nazi brained creep, so, as soon as she says the plans unfold:

A) About a minute into it, Wilson Tapiero, holed out in the apartment last night when he should have been at work dutifully driving a cab for his engineering habit at Queens college (no textbook in sight in the apartment at the signing of the lease), starts jamming loudly with the harmonium, thinking he'llbe a rock star through Trey Anastasio, some day, or at least Carmen Miranda with a feeling for mutilated soon to be corpses;

22) I must be crazy;

23) Three debt collecting agencies called for me yesterday. It infuriated my mother because Mussolini is working on a project to outlaw privacy rules, involving that and medical records, because it makes fascists and the KKK, let alone the Queen of England,cry. The calls were arranged by Mary Mittler, who also believes in voter fraud, by parading stickers on cars reading: Taxation without representation, with Washington plates, nonetheless. Boy,did Bow Bayside get big, huh?;

24) Claims on my part that I am not responsible for any debt bring only more accusations that I am, that I can't administer my funds, because, ultimately, what good mother wouldn't want to steal from her daughter's account if the opportunity rose? Frank Marzella is evolving what possible law he could regurgitate for Mussolini along those lines because he's next in line to the administration of my fund, or June Rossi is, while none of them are, because I say so, and not only that: they both have anti breakingnewts email jointy dives on the Internet, taking contracts not only on me, but on people they can quandary into a quick Easter soup fish mutilation and decoposed fucking, much like the Leon in Jackson heights. The proximity to the religious holiday makes it not only viable, but also socially acceptable and a duty;

25) The 111 Precinct needs cover for its abductions to psych hospitals, so I'm crazy;

26) The abductions, which are coordinated by feminine, delicate, maiden in distress, pure heath flower Marta Tapiero, always threatened by racist hatred, always at a loss, she tries to make ends meet on 500,000.00 a years, and needs to supplement by embezzling from Social Services, are always inevitably organized through the KKK and her People Magazine, Italian fascists since they all drive governmental Audis, and a crush on British royalty that not so secretly these days want to transform the United States in a desperate, foaming at the mouth, credulous, blood sucking, human meat eating,family destroying, harm to local economy, ignorant mass of throbbing fools ready to swing a balaclava in tears against the first democrat going supermarket shopping if he or she does not swill benzoic acid with his or her food, and say thank you. Maria Mittler, who thinks I must be writing this as her advertisement, shouts "YEAH!";

Truth of the matter:

1) Any of my relatives comes near me, I'm calling the police.

2)The houses cannot be sold unbeknownst to me, and I need to approve the sale;

3) I will be responsible for future rentals;

4) My economic affairs are in perfect order, though the Tapiero see it fit to steal my newspapers, my mail, my magazines, bribe for access to my bank accounts, embezzle and forge checks from old, to imply I owed %1,000.00 or so to the IRS, which I never did, this from a Citibank who Mary Mittler has access to. At that branch I've also seen deposit slips with irregular account number boxes, same with Capital One, perhaps brought in by non scrupulous staff, who knows. Then break ins, bill substitutions, documents stolen, weird mailings, mail not properly cancelled (as soon as I wrote it, we received two envelopes, cancelled, the first time since living at this address); Then false claims at Con Ed that we requested direct payment options, then they don't record the call stating we didn't then this then that. Because of the Tapiero, I've had to address potential trouble by anticipating it from oh, about 8 AM to 4,5PM, my mother conventiently claiming I'm imagining the whole thing, and I must be crazy.

CON ED:

A delight by the Tapiero was a closed account I was not told of, so, should I have let it proceed, I would have found myself without service. I had to open an account, then close it after a month when Marta Tapiero's fucking relatives moved in;

Then the switch in meter placement so someone could be shot in the basement, also a work in progress with Verizon, should the Tapiero stay or break in, and hide out there;

Then the claim that the bill had be re estimated from May to July, so I needed to pay an additional amount, without any proof, any documentation, just the claims of a Con Ed customer service agent who said so, no confirmation number either, so they can adjust amounts at their will, and claim I was late in payment, which I never was, and even so, what? (that infuriates the De Cristofaro whores, at a distance, and 36 along with them, who must be eating bile since they're Italian. So these arrangemnets explain why I found myself surrounded by my Aunt Gina Monica and her daughter Luisa Monica when I went to visit Milano-Rosaria Pipia finds this punishable by death, since I travel alone and that just won't do. That I'm on the internet, haven't published the post, that I never told her, that I haven't seen her for at least twenty years, that it's my business just escapes her and her trash accumulation's minds. I have a realtionship or an affair, I'm a whore, George Bush fucks his secretary he can, because he's a main.- I found them knocking at my hotel door, when I hadn't:

a) Told my mother which hotel I was staying at;

b) I hadn't told them I was visiting the city;

c) Iolanda Tozzi intervenes to spy, asking why I went to Milano. She speculates to visit museums, and then says "passi" meaning both for now you survive concentration camp selection, and okay, as if my life is any fucking business of that ruptured boundaries ass whore, and as if these were not crimes I was listing, out of the kindness of my heart;

Back to Con Ed:

The multihundredthousandaires, who also co own the livery service, have not paid their electric bill since May. Some smattering of payments, some remonstration in agreement with my mother to claim I steal their mail (plants I spoke about last week) when in this case, I'm responsible for the bill. I usually call, and pay the company directly, and have no business with Tapiero. After being exposed to Marta Tapiero's claim that I threaten people, mostly her, with hammers because I'm jealous of her platform shoes,(Iolanda hacks her way through this post,and I correct) then to rub it in, steals the hammer, I don't even bother writing a letter mentioning the amounts I pay, since I've been paying to prevent the termination of service for two months in a row, all Tapiero responsibility, poor, poor slummers. Who would ever believe that a son fucker from Latin America in a braid could ever possibly earn considerable sums in the States? No one, no one indeed.Let alone their scurrying rat team of a family, waiting to pounce on you when you come back from an errand, when you go out for an errand, when a muscle twitches in the direction of the door so they can run out to imply you're their 5th column, and then the plausibility of whores on Francis Lewis Boulevard, since even though there's no truck stops, or dilapidated tires, it's still a big street with cars on it, all heading home for dinner after work. A quick snack anyone, to keep it in the family? Even here, it's whistles and shouts to each other, climbing up stairs, hiding their cars in whose driveway while laying wait in the apartment, for what?


SENSELESS SPYING LIST, NUMBER ONE:

1) Green house behind mine. A light in the bush aimed at my window, on at night. With these whores breaking and entering who would doubt fashed tits from the window being anybody else's but mine?

2) The white house, behind mine. Lights on late at night, on the porch. When I approach the window, they let out their dogs.

3) 36. Starts watering after I do, I walk out the front door she's there, I step by the window, she's there as well, and she accumulates night break in trash in her driveway;

4) 28, a personal friend of Marta Tapiero, who has been bothering me with her Bruce Springsteen fan club whores by stalking me at Rite Aid, on buses, etc. She steals my garbnage bags I find ones similar to hers (she placed them outside just to show me) in my mother's kitchen cabinets, so I went to buy others;

5) 29 and 27, now mislabeled, no fine in sight;

6) 37 and 39, also mislabeled, no fine in sight.

7) I tell my mother these things, she starts claiming that I need to start talking to these neighbors whose names I don't even know. If I don't I'm crazy.

8) The Tapiero promised to leave in October, now they want to take over this house and out other in August. Me agree to that? After what they've done to me? They look at me the wrong way I would start eviction proceedings, imagine this mess. What can they do, kill me, kill us? They're planning on stealing the houses away from us, the kind, ethnic, taco throwing Tapiero.

To count my steps along with the:



Sum total:

1) I've asked my mother in quality of tenant that the Tapiero be expelled from their haven away from their condo;

2) I'm involved in the houses. She plans on leaving with the money: she hasn't told me. She's planningon leaving me behind as a tenant for the Tapiero to get their rocks off? Hasn't told me. As far as i know, they're still ours, and need my approval to sell. That doesn't happen? Let's just see where she runs off to.But then again, I'm crazy. That's not a crime either?

3) I've written questions and points to clear with Bruno, mostly that while he claims if they pay rent they can stay on as tenants. I consulted legal books, and:

a) They need not only to pay money while the trial is being held, but if they don't need to pay double the rent while they stay on. They also are legally removed at the end of the proceedings if they do not leave voluntarily, no point to be made, no excuse proffered for remaining on the premises, by a Marshall or a Sheriff even though he claims, I wonder wonder why that the proceedings are for non payment. To have them stay on a separate stipulation is necessary. The trial is in November? They're out by November. They're not? I'm suing my mother, I'm suing the Tapiero, and I'm suing the lawyer. Let's see if I have to live with a whore and a whore's mother who shouts that I will work as a whore for them in front of my mother and she says no I'm crazy. Then I find her johns waiting for me at my bank's ATM, a suburban area, saying they want a blowjob in the presence of their elementary age children. then I take a bus, and the Tapiero whores are there waiting dfor me. Then I go to the drug store for paper towels, and a you claims she's part of my drug ring or what have you starts taking place. They ALL KNOWMY NAME, THEY ALL KNOW THE COLOR OF MY UNDERWEAR BY GOING THROUGH TMY FUCKING DRAWERS WHEN I'M NOT IN BY BREAKING AND FUCKING ENETERING, I DON'T KNOW THEM, THEY'LL SAY I'M TAKING THE FALL, THEY'LL SAY THEY KNOW ME AND I'M CRAZY? THIS BLOG COUNTS FOR NOTHING? THEN IT DOESN'T. BELIEVE THAT.

b) That the Tapiero are too many living in one place. That there are people living in the apartment who aren't listed in the lease;

c) That, due to personal and economic harm, and crimes committed against me, I'm requesting the Tapiero to be removed as tenants. They consult my mother, who says:

"with my daughter, don't say anything, I'll have her declared incompetent if this works and have her banned from the computer, thorugh a false trial."

She does that, and lets these child fucking murderers stay: I'll proceed against her and include her in the harm that came to me at Marta Tapiero's hammer trials. Not only: they crack a dish, I'm detracting it from rent. Verizon fills me with false bills? They overcharge me by twenty dollars? It's covered in the rent? That's what it's coming out of, not my pockets. Let's just see, then, where this leads.

Marta Tapiero is pointing to a recent hack and is intructing her stupified son, in a swilly voice, that it proves I'm distraught.

Marta Tapiero prints distught saying that this shows i don't know how to spell.
These are problems too, for sociopath space queen who claims she's an elementary school specialist for the disabled?

11:10-11AM. October 16,2012. "See? George Bush helps us! See? I thought we could get one better on this communist. George did you know she reads the Nation? If she does, i interrupt her, her mother interrupts her, until she goes to die somewhere far away from her possessions which she wants to repair, and I to dilapidate" In email.More confabulating downstairs. Where do they work? The guy claims he works. He's here in the day, he's here in the night, his sister comes here back and forth, then claims I intimidate her?

At any rate, if they're not removed by November at the latest, I'll sue the court for a mistrial and have the judge removed from office. Let's see if they stay on a year, two , three or four. Let's just see.

If ANY stipulation is signed by my mother, I'll sue her. More talk of crazy? I'll sue her as well. More organizing based on I'm crazy? Sue, sue, sue and sue.

Why did the lawyer claim the house is rent controlled on a eviction document? They're being rented for under the amount they should be is what, and they're not rent controlled at all.

I step by the door, at 11 PM last night? Tapiero is there, the dutiful scholar who supports himself in livery is there, breathing down my neck. What is she doing? How are her arms positioned? Let's see what thie sonar spy equipemnt says. Throw a ball of sound here, he's fucking James Bond with a taste for kids. His sister is his questuant: she sends her kids upstairs at 4 or so to suck his cock. They should stay in my house?

It takes all I have not to fling them out myself,right now. It really does.

And on top of all of what I've written, and what they've done Carmen Tapiero glares at me, staring at me from her side of the bench, claims my houses are not mine, and continues to measure my breath like a fucking freak? That's normal? I as a nadlord and tenant have a need to examine her sphyncter because she's in firing range and I need to convince myself that I'm the willing target?

Get these fucking people out of here, or I'll sue you as well.


I won't examine the hacking. I spelled everything correctly. Let it be evidence against the Tapiero. Knock yourselves out. Their fucking obsession with power and cotrol makes you sick, for just cause.

Marta Tapiero just tried to message to Carl Hiaasen by doubling consonants. It starts with what I do, then she extends the trajectory to him. Do I want to hear? Do I want to participate? She's so afraid of me, what is she doing holed up in the second floor apartment at 11:25AM, when she should be teaching, poor, poor soul, with her car nowhere to be seen for a reason, and she living elsewhere on Utopia now, her and her relatives claiming this is their primary residence? And I need to be enthralled with her? I need to obsess with her every move, because she obsesses with me? Go fuck yourselves dead in fucking supervised housing. They need fucking elephant tranquilizer. The asshole Wilson Tapiero is downstairs as well, thinking amplification from Saint Nicholas is a spectacle there for him to change the world with, and grunts some staccato which is a threat of an abduction to a Queen of Englan'd concentration camp, as if they were legal. He's privy to all this, I should be scared, is she scared yet?

THE TAPIERO IN COURT.

DEFERENT, HUMBLE, QUIET, SERIOUS, THE BEST THE COCONUT TREE HAS TO OFFER. THEY NEED THE PROXIMITY BECAUSE THEY NEED TO FLING THEM AT YOU, OR AT ANY HISPANIC WITHIN RANGE.

I'm the perfect prey, my mother hates me, I'm all alone, I'm a woman, I'm not a nazi terrorist, I'm not prejudiced, they can bribe the world to harm me, my mother had them arrested as a valentine, anything could happen. We'll see.

Tapiero is covered, Hiaasen hacked, she breathes a sigh of relief to the child with her who isn't in school.

MY QUESTION TO MY MOTHER: WE CAN LIVE COMFORTABLY BY RENTING. WHY LOSE THAT FOR THIS SWILL? THINK BETTER OF THIS NONSENSE.

Let them tell her. Then I'll report you for spying. I tell her this myself, no need for you to detail where I buy potato chips from, since that's a crime as well. If it involves me, it's always a tragedy, a crime, a disservice to society, the Saint Andreas Fault, a natural disaster, a characterial flaw, drug ingestion, proliferation of menaces, a black mark to stamp out, a petition to be signed for permission to lynch me with legistation in mind, an unpleasant presentation, a disappointed expectation, an undermined occurrence, a sadness in the heart of an otherwise benevolent mankind.

PLAN FROM THATCH-HAT MUSSOLINI:

"Emilia, she writes well, you must stop her. She'll get somewhere in society."

My mother: You did not receive As, you did badly in school,you're to blame for my sadness, for my exile from being the janitor in charge of Mussolini's bathroom. I'll go to war on you, because you make a Playmen model of dictatorial descent cry.
Why not, let's call it the Hellenic conflict of 333BC and then laugh about it because only we know better.

Au revoir,a vos enfants.