Tuesday, November 06, 2012

HOW PROPOPOLIS AND FAT CAME TO MY LIFE: NIGHT BREAK INS, NO SIGN OF FORCED ENTRY.

MANUEL TAPIERO HAS A YOUTH SEQUESTERED IN HIS FLUSHING APARTMENT.

I can't view my fucking post, no fucking thanks to fucking google's fucking hackers who lower case my I.





Two syringes, found with the inside still moist, in the second floor apartment: the Tapiero left them in one of the only clean parts of the house: the refrigerator. The other was a wall closet. There's a mirror stuck on the wall, and black window catches in the bathroom. MOst of the windows were left open and are, like the rest of the house, incredibly dirty and broken. One of the syringes's needle was crooked-curved, arched. (In previous photo)




I found a broken piece of the rubber band on the stairs on the inside of my apartment. A youth with them wanted me to know that that broken piece of rubber belonged to his homework.




According to Marta Tapiero the angling of an insulin DNA needle under the skin can cover the point of entry for a month or two, until it surfaces, so the impression is it occurred recently and alas, there's no saving Trudy. if you look at the whitened knuckle, you can see two small reddish scars, one, closest to the palm, andgled as a triangle penetration point of the needle; in the middle is a vein, to the right, a darker, so older in appearance, oval penetration point.According to Carmencita's Bakery of the Tapiero, she was the one with diabetes, not her divorced, if so, husband, if so, tale told to my mother.









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