For Jon Stewart. Photo Essay from Jamaica, Queens...or how our hero will be ritually sacrificed through last night's front by a New York Times customer service contact with false debt and account embezzling confederate contacts, with Williams claiming the prize, with me through Gambino...and cop cover up for King David's, when he schmucks. Then, a continuum of slaughter through an infiltration in Homeland Security that demolishes Southern or Continental Europeans through false Nazi raids-anything foreshortened...from Beverly Hills furniture, which also did not exist before, to the same awning, with the S missing leaving Beverly Hill at the place I had seen it before. NSA Supermarkets is in orange and green, meaning prot and cath, a Bush project, of house repossession. This is also a Portnoy variation, which needed to discourage me from having children,  and encourage selling the best of human beings to people like Hinds, right at a quandary where the hope was, get upset and blather suicidal/homicidal. This for Creedmoor. A spy from my mother's team followed me from the bus, to schmuck eventually as well, along with so many others.

Then Project Guardianship takes off from New York Presbyterian, to Bellevue, through an Aversa Heidrich and a Walton, or Patton the Confederate, with Anastasia's blessing, and Gambino's as well, to have what is mine done in through contacts with Mussolini, Alessandra, my mother's estranged family, stalking me through a head-eating contingency employed in Queens Civil Court, in Sub Saharan.This for being a two...an arranged spy from Gambino on th eplatform said I was moving for him, shouting, while the Gambino spy followed me to car 9271 which should have been 9269.

Hines, through Ellen, at 40th and Avenue of the Americas lied a foudation and exploded a hole in the ground last night, and is planning on building a skyscraper to send into a sub basement Jews for masturbatory practices, through ruined investments, and the impossible to resist sexual pull...the worker's toilet a Mr. John, the building may be up in less than a week.

photos upcoming

 

spies,with the Japanese mentioning muslims, as an SS question,laughing at their evil nature, and my good. Saw some in Jamaica, later, and found that a complete djellaba covered a Colonna for whatever reasons that particular inheritance, not mine, called for.  

 

the seductive Hispanic flayer from Maria Leon...part of a team that needed to simulate my arrest after I was tracking the developments a current pope mobile took in the area.

 

Some bus spies, the last male and the Sub Saharan woman. Did not want to be photographed, for obvious reasons.

my mother's family nose cousin, stalking me on the 76, discussing me with a Iolanda. From the Vomero, in Napoli, is what I heard. Got off at Chelsea Street, where the 17 runs, and brings to Queens Village, a Gotti lugar.

 

 

 

 

 

animal brothel nazi nurse. I'm just thinking that these places are torture zones called hospitals, possibly...but there was a great proliferation of nurses around me, my guess to hasten my departure in a psych zone

 

 

awning that did not exist the last time I was in jamaica, some days past, andis already dirtied and wor. Same cover for letters seen on a Williams car referring to christ being sacrificed. The people walking by covered for the cop walking East, I wanted to take a snap shot of, perfectly, with their bodies. The other,walking in an opposite direction than the first,walking West, was miffed.

 

The police officers, only two left at the time I approached them, were Kuzow 25925  and Barry 12330.

 

these guys were by the phone I used to call The Daily Show, and was transferred to a security line. One of their informers shouted the name of the man at security,and the answering service glitched continuously shutting off within seconds at more recordings. I wouldn't trust what was said there, who knows,they could have doctored it, making it nonsensical and illegible.

 

why is an official homeland security police vehicle without registration or safety emission information, by a new store, Beverly Hills Furniture, and a weird foreshortened telephone number, suggesting nazi raid would be police officer numbers,listed in 5, being instead 4?

 

As I filed complaints to Internal Affairs Bureau I was harassed by a whole series of numbers split in three groupings, all garbled, as a nazi Klan thing would do. They would identify themselves as police officers. This in connection to complaints against abductions to psych hospitals organized by the police, which involved even people connected to the State Department during the Bush, Wilbur era.The calls are harassing, interrupted my calls twice,but were never made when officers gave me four numbered badge IDs instead of five.

 

 

the original Beverly Hills, lacking the s for stupid. And for SS arrangements.

 

Portnoy is altering my clothes, whenever he can, through small stores on the Jamaica Avenue drag, mostly, one, a child's, named after his aunt, Googie, embroidered on the front in a blue imitation silk thread, at the corner of Sutphin and Jamaica. 

 

1:49PM. Ben Leon also involved in the guardianship through his involvement in Time Warner, with Altec written on it, which, if worked with the name of a satirical cartoonist, also a badge name for a cop in Flushing, Altan, works itself into a location in France, caen, or dog, meaning, nazi brothel that animalizes people into dogs. Just to put us in a good mood.

 

 

here's the NSA supermarket by civil court, Queens. There's also an ambulance service, marked NSA, connected to Ben Leon, that recently developed a North Shore sign as well, north shore being Long Island Jewish.

 

What if false antiques, such as celtic crosses in Southern Italy, were placed there to arrange for the dirtying of a culture, a break in, by nazi groups, and Klan as well? Look at what they're doing to Morandi.

 

And now, for the guardianship attempt against my life, replete witha  fascist capture team to whore me to torture and death in a nazifascist brothel, my mother's contacts, and also those working internally in the clerkship of Civil Court. You should have seen the trash they planted to spy on us in the Judicial documentation room: all antisemite fascist torturers, Savoia, Gambino, Colonna, Borghese, just to have us fear the color of our underwear, for them. And rude, violent like you wouldn't believe. Also, a piece of Hanover Elizabeth II trash said he would look forward to night break ins, and carting off of people. This as a uniformed guard inside civil court.

 

One thing I noticed was that both the Gambino Savoia team start talking instead of helping me, like always, and the security team did the same at the entrance of the building: they walked away from my things. I think that's people drawing you somewhere then leaving to execute you. The guard was badly died tin badge 7034, and resembled Peter Zaremba.

 

And here's the guardianship program:

 

 searching for Italian citizens, the court help relative

I left the seat I was in empty, for obvious reasons. I was it, in the middle.

 

Also, I forgot: I found  hardened plastic toothpaste in my backpack, just to blame people like me, on an illegal search. I disposed of it.

here's the Gambino who followed me to this car

 

 

 

A Carol Anastasio spy, resembles a Borghese, in a 71 car that should have been a 69, with led going to 71 Forest Hills, and brown and black shoes to show for it, for some reason, connected to that lugar.

 

The column behind which an Occhiogrosso from New York Presbyterian hid, also resembles the wide eyed Gotti variety. She was parallel my exit doors when I got out of the car.