MTA SCAM AND ABDUCTION TO CONFEDERATE PIG FARMS FOR CONDOMONDO RICE, WHO WAS SHOUTING ON LOCAL BOWEY AMPLIFICATION THAT YES, SHE WOULD EAT ME AS THE SWINE SHE BECOMES IN THESE PLACES IN AREAS OF THE FORESKINNED SOUTH.

I was signaled throughout on buses and subways as usual today, again, for a podunk Nazi ped whore ring protected by Sargeant,or,Backwater Fat Ass Granelle at the 111 Precinct:

11:45AM.

36:

sends a stalker over: saw three different incarnations of the same family at differest points today, and got impatient at one who was standing in the area I usually take the train, and spoke on the cell, using my name,implying aquaintanceship. I spend time with podunk, slap happy slob teenagers? Then I do.

SAINT NICHOLAS:

Kids accumulate not in the playground of Saint Nicholas but by Northern and 196th, bothering me, after flitting about papers yesterday, because the Tapiero are working on a plan to forge documents claiming I married Wilson Tapiero, he is my guardian because I'll be completely debilitated after they make me brain dead through night time injection, since Marta Tapiero spat in the faces of disabled students at the Brooks Institute when she was hired to do so not tooo long ago, so she got contac', and my mother, soon to be mashed in her underwear on Northern Boulevard in a tragic car accident, had her bones sold to science.

Parentheses: The TAPIERO received an eviction notice today, called the police claiming my mother would clean out a basement studio size which Marta Tapiero stuffs chock full with four people, if not five, and she wanted to tell them to watch out for this frisky 85 year old. I returned home to find her (she assaulted me with a hammer!)pimp snapping pictures of me helping my mother unload her shopping, because supposedly, we chose to do so when they were around, instead of anybody, but anybody, even vaguely suspecting that they stalked us and then took pictures. Her daughter, who sleeps ion the same bed as Marta Tapiero after giving up the toys she used to con my mother into renting an apartment to them (OoooH! I'll finally get a room! Oooh!) is in a different incarnation, bust still fuckable little indian girl. How sad. Will you rent to them or let them end up in a shelter and from there in supervised psych housing, where they deserve to be (and with rifles too. I have a loose molar to prove it.)Cops, as a bad habit, do not report any of this or call an ambulance for Marta Tapiero for imagining crimes never committed.

11:49AM.

BUS STOP:

usual accumulation of filth at the bus stop.

11:51AM. 20 refuses to pick anybody up on the way to Flushing, 13 stops and 12 escapes, so that it can be misconstrued that I'm riding on a Peter Mittler special for Let's Sit in Shit Smoking a Cigar for Fun Granelle.

BOTHERED, FROM THE VERY SIDE OF MY SEAT, SHOULD I BE DEAF,ON THE 13, BY:

A)My mother's health clinic, for Condalisa Rice;
B)Fucking Philipino Japanese World War Two theater trash telling me that reading was cummunis';
C) Human Lard eaters associated with Peter Mittler from Carlton Arms newsstand,clones of the owners, on 48th and Bell Boulevard;
D) Child fucking would be korean trash who recently moved at 27,now adhesive 25,no fine in sight by Slap My Thigh and Chew Some Gristle Granelle and her fans at the 111 Precinct. This in the usual multiple;
E) Great Jones Street frontispiece Mott faces, in Japanese evolving in stupid Asian for the KKK.
F) BARKLAY'S blue and black NEW YORK PRESBYTERIAN contingent involving many.

At Northern and 196th, at 11:51AM, headed to Flushing:
1) 13 Bus, 6885 internal number, internal number 004, and license plate M24236;

2) 12 Bus, License Plate L45011. Could be someone they want Mittler to fire, or a code in stupid.

12:16PM, FLUSHING 7 TRAIN STATION, SW STATION ON ROOSEVELT, WHICH TODAY WAS COURTEOUSLY ROOSEVELT, RUNNING FROM EAST TO WEST, AND NOT NORTH TO SOUTH LIKE MAIN, AS I HAVE SEEN IT IN THE PAST.SO THE MAIN OF THE ABDUCTION IS ACTUALLY ROOSEVELT, WHICH CROSSES A PRINCE STREET ONE BLOCK WEST PAST MAIN, WHER AN ARAB CLONE WHO HAD RELATIVES STALK ME AROUND BIN LADEIN'S DEATH MENTIONED MY NAME, AND SAID TO GO WITH HIM TO MY DEATH, ON 40TH AVENUE. I WATCHED HIM WALK OFF AS HE SHOT OPEN A RETRACTILE RESTAURATION QUEEN OF ENGLAND LOYALIST METAL CANE AS A MOTT WHORE COVERED HIS ESCAPE.

For their convenience and in complete collusion with the booth operator, an overweight African woman with short orange curls, resembling the Tapiero gang, was identifying me, a transparent plastic holding case had been placed above the metro card metal box slot, so that trash could accumulate cards of people they wanted to murder by abducting them via subway after breaking in their homes, no sign of forced entry, and stealing their cards. She says "Finche' Alessandra non si fa della cosca" or, can't wait until (me) becomes a criminal". Police van 733i, with 09 lower after the former number was on 39th Avenue (one street North of Main Street) to say it saw me urinating in public, if it feels like it) monitored the area previously. There were 21 people in line, then two followed me

(two being the Condalisa Rice number game also at the register series at Whole Foods Bowery and Houston, closer to the Bowery. I let my account be seviced by Erkel, or Rice there, at about 3 something, by a nameplate RUNA, but, on receipt, ALAYSIA.So my money will be stolen from my account,from food stamps, from credit cards coutesy of the biggest living piece of shit that ever existed to blow her confederate master, or, Condalisa Rice, the Bowery Girl (check the mission out there as well, it's red white and green). RUNA (who thinks she's smart added an n and sutured two words. let her do the leg work, Swat teams just need to shoot.) just interfered with this post as a hacker. No, it's me.

STONE STREET MTA.
2:28 PM to 3:23PM.

The reduced fare windows exist just for show, because all problems are sent to customer service and dealt with there. At 7, also a New Orleans entrance of Rice's and a companion to 36,(a turnstyle clone face also took at Flushing as I was writing EVERYTHING down) says something about me, so I chose the next idiot at 6. I tell him my time has gone, same with about twenty dollars, he says alas, your time expired on the twentieth of September

(the Tapiero stole the receipt and broke in, cutting my mother's engagement pearl necklace in the same threadbare way they did my sandal so the first could "accidentally" snap off in the street, with one of them collecting the engagement [HOW DARE THEY!] and the other break while walking in the street.Real romantics, huh?Sigh!)

and your money's gone (and living in the summertime is easy) and you traveled about 120 odd times. I say well, I did not, he says wait for the supervisor, I do for almost a half hour, no one shows up, I go to the familiar face who banks on it (male African Rice fan, in his sixties, maybe has a face lift since there's no retirement age for MTA slaves) and he tells me, well I can't give you papers, write to Freedom of Information in Brooklyn.

Out of Stone: Rice whore signals me as having reported the cards for their future murders to favor confederate home invasions on the street.

BOWLING GREEN STATION. Credit does not work, machine asks me to provide my zip code, I do, it doesn't accept it and says to contact my banker, issuer. MAle African does not give me his name, points at ID number at booth (entrance: SOUTH EAST, by the American Indian Museum), says he will not report the glitch for someone like me and that's that.

BACK AT STONE: familiar face tells me there's nothing he can do, alas, but my zip is right, after he prevents me from accessing him, and lets an African Jap with an overbite growing out of his bottom lip arrange to off me for Carmencita Tapiero's Bakery contact from J street line and Crescent, in about six months, which is how long it would take for them not to pay rent, through anonymous Bammy Bullshit at Queens Civil Court filth and lawyers who have more than one address.remember, she's an Indian braid doity doit mama who boasts of earning 500,000.00 a year but still thinks Medicaid owes her something, and by god, they pay, while we get our benefits stolen from.

I sit to call the bank and another Condo Whore Rice says the name of my bank out loud. I whisper pertinent info, a female voice tells me the zip is correct.

BOWLING GREEN. Male African switched to euro male, just like Mister Long Jaw African took all my info at Stone for Condi Whore Rice and then African in suspenders familiar face went back to his post, mission accomplished, and the ID number in the booth is the same. They must be bleach brothers.

R TRAIN STATION. Machine reads same glitch. I go back to Stone after calling my bank from the station, being spied on by New York Presbyterian Patton the Confederate: they say the MTA registered a 10.00 withdrawal from my account but did not reflect that on my card.

(Afterward, at the F train stop SW of Houston, by Whole Foods, the number appearing was me, dead, in a led $8.00 on the card, which was not there, just as a 1 (one race) appeared on my card where my time was first erased, last thursday at 57th street F train subway, in Man-a-hattin', or mornin' for KKK rabids Italian division. )

I was followed by a team of Japanese HUARS who actually sat NEXT to me mentioning the name Tapiero, ha ha ha ha and ha, on the F line from Houston. I let 'em have it. They left, leaving behind a glaring idiot with Khryssy Tapiero converse shoes in turquoise who I also told to fuck the hell off.

ALL FUCKING DAY FUCKING LONG. ALL FUCKING DAY LONG.

OH, I ALMOST FORGOT:

ARRANGED BY PETER MITTLER, ESTRANGED WHORE COUSIN SANDRA MARZELLA FOR FRANK MARZELLA, THE TAPIERO, THE EXPRESS CONDUCTOR ON THE CRAWL LINE FROM 12:37PM IN CAR 1786, ONE I USUALLY TAKE

A car full of human refuse, white supremacist tapiero rapists getting off on me being there (Thanks Frank! On the phone with Sandra Marzella, who announced the following:

"you could ne a lesbian with her, you read, (supposedly a Boston College University with a little hlep from a scholarship of Connecticut graduate? READ?),she wears masculine clothes-And she beats you (? I'm on the train reading a newspaper and the whore looks like the man from Uncle, and is talking in italianate and then a British accent) for me beautifully,or she will if you let her near you-and I'llmake sure you will contact that cop that protects your brothel", then: "we thought we could get her to turn a trick on the subway (New York being the den of iniquity for Connecticut Swamp Freak Marzella), although unwilling. So what? (from a supposed pediatrician) I have you followed I arrange for your harassment, they get off, I get a little money-Oh, I do this with Italians all the time for white supremacists". The she male from Uncle says on the phone" I like unwilling, you know I like unwilling" and then something about a 5,6,7 inch needle "into your spine(...) withdraw fluid (...)" Then the Tapiero calls me when I get up and move away from this whore, because he thinks I'm running away from her (he's seated further back in the car, anxiously awaiting for the fearful ) gringa saying I would blow him, I start shouting I'm going to fuck them all up and I am, because I was not doing crossword puzzles, but writing EVERY FUCKING THING THEY SAID DOWN.

I'm in the subway, running errands whore Marzella thinks I'm available for tricks. Imagine what these filthy shits arrange to allow in their fucking night break ins,no sign of forced entry. Imagine. I want their fucking heads shot off at Guantanamo. I really fucking do, and it's really hard to wait. It really is.

When I came back home with the trash collection Tapiero photoshooting me for their white supremacist nazi reportage. I just started shouting, YEAH, I'M THREATENING YOU WITH MY SCABBARD, NO WITH A FLAMETHROWER, NO, I'M PLANTING A BOMB IN YOUR ASS.

FUCK. THEM. ALL. Filth like this does not deserve to live.

Again, spelling filth is theirs, for organizational reasons.