GAETANA DE CRISTOFARO, MAYBE CAPULLI: "IO SI CHE HO I CONTATTI MINISTERIALI!"

"I'M THE ONE WITH GOVERNMENTAL CONTACTS, NOT YOU!"

Twat plot of the day:

Call me Luccia, start spreading rumors that I'm secretly in love with the Tapiero as a whole, have me hospitalized and killed, not necessarily in that order.

10:50AM. Cu fu. I walk out, and am immediately stalked by a whore with her version of evening shoes, holding two kids by the hand. While mentioning my name, for her a Greek coincidence, she looks longingly to my house.

Le Mans begins:

DPC-4379, in black, the 111 and Iolanda Tozzi covering;

STRAT 9, a Gray SUV for the retired rocker gone suburban;

INDIANA plate 30769, or Elan Portnoy as that retired rocker, checking up on mental health embezzling at the Indiana branch of Medicare-Medicaid for none other that an alma mater much obsessed with what I own, or, the ex reform school that just couldn't go clean;

FTH 9801, a maroon car with Old New York upstate plates lines up by me, immediately behind a navy van there to abduct me, if weather is fowl, and Chris Christie can make it in at Saint Nicholas through a body double in a fascist betrayal strut.

Plate of the navy van: CWE-2578, with no front license plate, much like the brand new Postal service trucks, which double trouble with no license plate in back as well, for homogenized sake.

The van driver takes advantage of me writing the plate down, and asks me not that kindly what I'm doing it for. he claims to live there, since I'm legally blind because I wear glasses, and listens to me explain that I'm being stalked for a murder and abduction arrangement. His partner jumps out,and summarily executes me with a she's crazy. before they get too close, I walk away thanking them with a "That's just what I wanted to know. Thank you."

All this blessed by virgin mother of us all, Mary Mittler,from the heights of 48-63 211th Street, Bayside Hills and this unfolding as my mother, who should bewaiting for a plumber, is absent from our house, since her church duties at 37-39 45th Avenue, marked since 2010 37-35, are more to her calling.

I walk toward Northern, and more effluvia from the De Cristofaro whores piles up:

DTG 6721, from none other than my half sister, June Rossi, who must have gotten along smashingly well with her father's new bride;

FXY-8693 a gray Toyota Camry,

and

From the 29-27 conglomerate, now marked 27-25, or, the North Koreans much indebted to Hirohito, CWE 3002.

Not only does my mail reaach me post marked 2011,when there's a need to go through the stamping gesture, but Flushing promised to continue the good work. At Rite Aid an Elan Pornoy emissary who resembles him implies he'll false arrest me through my mother's Aunt Pyramid, because fro two days in arow house I haven't had my The New York Times delivered, andambuying it now. For that matter, I haven't received America Oggi since last Sunday, andeverytime I callboth the New Jersey and the New York City telephone number the line has been busy for the past week. Good thing I'm on the three month subscription cycle. A short man implies he's a gangster from a dumpy white box SUV Mercedes, and

On my way back from the Forum, I notice all the houses from 196 are mis numbered, staring from the first after the corner, a double entrance structure, all in harmony with the false 25-27, which should be 27-29, no fine in sight. Special.

I walk by,more Elans popping into cars infront of me, from driveways, this vehicle an
FG2 7512. The house, incorrectly maked 196-15, and last time I checked, full to the point of nausea with Italian aristocracy nannies furnished them by the Philippines,and ready to prosecute me for Berlusconi, who is not only co-responsible for the built in day skyscraper on 57th Street, but also a Mary Mittler connection to cart people off to psychiatric hospitals, should you say, Aumma! Shhhh!, but has also abandoned his seat on the judicial bench for a 4 year prison sentence, which he thought of celebrating with the building to collapse all buildings, to feed George Bush with some unsuspecting upper middle class bank account depletions, when the time is right.

The car parked in the driveway is an appropriated flat Alabama license plated but New York copped BIG FAM, which stops it from murdering non peds as an apotropaic device.

In the false South Korean child cock in the mouth relay race den hut now 25,which should be 27, is a New Jersey plate AMES JR,same flatness, and a black car, black shirts being a Mussolini trait. 21 which should be 23, has a BMW (a BMW!) NY plate DFE 8483, to remind everyone how a Queens Brooklyn Crescent Street connection like Carmencita's Bakery, of Tapiero-Gonzales reknown, can gross sligltly below $500,000.00 a year,but still be covered by all of the Medicaid and Medicare health programs rolled into one. And you though Germany was good to immigrant Turks! Carmen uses toilet bowl deodorizers to perfume other people's bed linens and hallways,so she qualifies for a discount.

Wilson Tapiero who hacks both into my Verizon internet connection, courtesy of Verizon and the De Cristofaro floor waxers, but only if a target is in the area, hacks my writing into tiolet for toilet, since for them andmy mother, I'm as dark as a Puertorican, and Magritte be damned, he shall be my beau. Tapiero is also a Tony Mottola contact, since the sisterly sleaze contacted all my father's claimed professional contacts, and though that I could be killed by the Israeli Shoo-Boom with propopolis injections administered through the Vicks Night Action team.

11:20AM. I return home, and the "Oy Vey! (Any Jews around?) anonymous woman at 37 who knows me personally for her, while I don't even know her name, and I've been living here since 2010, but she'll claim ten years prior, is lurking about ready to tell horror tales of strange goings, making Halloween the only holiday the KKK doesn't celebrate with a collective ingestion of Jonestown kool aid, since there's one Jew still walking the earth. She looks at me, and promises to coordinate all night and house break ins, so that people in the neighborhood are welcomed home by small bits of dired piss on the walls, mminute mosaics of shit decorating the same, carbolic acis stripping their floor,along with knife cuts, and more intense acid etching their roof tops, with houses like 44-22 saving on Jacob Javitz Center show room rentals. After all, I'm the one that can't buy a winter coat, so I'm complicit. My mother for her part, ruins a perfectly fine $60.00 sweater of mine, by unraveling it before my eyes, last winter, andmaking it a swatch to slap on her shoulders, when she feels like it.She wore another sweater of mine today, and I placed a formal request for her to return it. Gone,gone are my Pirex covers, and my bowls, chipped, because, again, I'm not only a bad daughter, but the plummer is still on call and it's been two days. If you were a plummer, wouldn't you be on call as well, especially when 37 is armed makes the call, says her house needs to be serviced, and in case anything happens,my mother's sink fixtures don't work as well?

The De Cristofaro Twix-Fix want me dead, since two houses are worth it, life being sheep, so they've proceeded to allow the Tapiero in, and start dirtying the stairs that took me agood 4 hours to clean, and part of the floor, from 10:00AM to 11:00PM, on a day, which eventually resulted in the rag not showing any grime at all, which explains why Gaetana, one week after my father died, said audibly to my mother that I was there and didn't help clean her house. Years afterwards, while her pimp or husband, or who knows what mentioned that all Africans were cockroaches and I remonstrated, she threw me out saying she was on her husband's side, and arranged for a team of whores with Sardinian and Savoia Piedmontese contacts posing as students, to intesect me, offer me a rental in Via Settembrini, a fascist vermin infestation area, then claim that their ministerial contact wanted the house back,after a couple of months, leaving me effectively homeless, which must be a common occurrence to students through them, in the middle of the school year as well. And that in a land in which fascism is illegal, and that after never, ever asking me to clean anything when my father was alive.

Gaetana De Cristofaro,if that is even their name, is nowehere to be found in her lair by her school, as she was a devoted Phys Ed teacher, on Via Ettore Corcione 14,Aversa, Caserta, with what was knows as a deportee camp staring in front of her balcony replete with a scenic wheel as well, so imagine who landed there in World War Two. And,by sheer coincidence, Patrizia Sammartino's father, Ercole Sammartino is not only a sonnet to the area, but San Martino is also a panoramic area in Napoli,and Arcore Berlusconi's lair of underage pole vaulting strippers who,along with Patrizia Sammartino will claim that someone who studied Derrida and Foucault (me) was actually a prostitute with her for Berlusconi, when she was conned into flying to Milano by a beau, then dumped, and then left to slap happy a living as a whore in the area, and not only did that, but tells me she did, on the phone, after claiming me as a friend through Facebook, when I hadn't seem her for decades, the most reasonable association made available to me now as plausible a child fucker serial from a Columbian Death Squad human swill camp who dons graffiti clothing and drives a Nissan, with his trash partners driving plastic fantastic yellow and black sports mobiles, lining Francis Lewis (Main Street) with cheap whores, and offering me an umbeatable Sikh and underage son blowjob at the ATM at my bank as the best thing Queen College, CUNY can afford me after all (sigh!) I've done, when I love Morandi?

Good thing my mother never listens to me when I talk,but limits herself at allowing this vermin nazi trash to alter my books to list Star Wars as having been an influence for Homer's Odyssey.

Trashhhhhh is as trashhhh does, and this is not a crack house neighborhood.