New York Police Department murdering US military within ranks, for Neo Confederate nazifascist interests plan on raiding me to a psych hospital by tomorrow. 911and Internal Affairs involved, along with staff at East Flushing library, Queens, and Saint Nicholas, a Nazi British crown for slavery supporting religious organization. Saint Kevins, near by, wants involvement as well. This documentable from WWII, both in Europe and the South Pacific, with Alabama connections, via religious institutions and hospitals.
July 31, 2013.
Time of crime: 3:59AM;
Type: Hate, Anticonstitutional discrimination, embezzlement of inheritance be estranged relatives;
Occurrence: Harassment from 196-37/39 45th Avenue, misnumbered since 2010, no fine, on movable slats as 35/37, -44; -41; -48; -32; -28; -29, misnumbered on adhesives since2010, no fine, as -27, and all the rest of the houses West of it until the corner house, and Saint Nicholas. Stalking by criminal and Neo Nazi fascist terrorist Neo Con organization for Frank Marzella, residing at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut.
The harassment: " Your toe is evil to God";
IAB complaint, anonymous, was associated to my name by "Hispanic" coup d'etatist personnel, trying to overthrow US democracy, answering calls and refusing to take information by badgering me at 212. 741.8401: 4:09AM; 4:17AM; 4:36AM; 4:39AM;
Their plan of action? To raid me for Alabama Neo Confederates, through their Kristen Marks connection, at NY Presbyterian. The physician misdiagnoses Hep C for Neo Con interests based on race, exclusively and discriminates physically, one would think, in search of the perfect body. That and arthritis are common ailments for residents of the asphalt jungle, New York City, a common crimson tide belief;
The end result? Estranged relatives claiming they speak to me daily, I can't administer my funds, and need to be State Hospitalized because I make no sense at all, not even because I'm a harm to myself or others, this because their aim is legislative, they're no slobs, what the hey, heck being too strong a word, and hey not the proper way to address another, but they do feel better if they interpret the person addressed as "nigger slave help" usually codified by their use of first names exclusively, and for everybody, since the asphalt jungle emits coke silt on everybody's skin, indiscriminately;
The 911 calls, speeding away from proper response to the Hate Crime?
4:03 AM. Gives me a five digit ID to frame a co worker, answers in female Hispanic cute, and claims she's a GMO banana, to poison us even if we buy organic, as human experiments, through Break Ins, No Sign Of Forced Entry, Fa La and La. My toenails are already ridged differently. Female refuses to give last name, claiming precisely: "We're not allowed to give last names";
4:04AM. "What's your address?", a four digit Raid from another country coordination, and an English Crown for Slavery, Rah! variation of "Person/Kirsten", or Kristen Marks throwing eye-tallians, but catholics, really, back to Pre-Vatican Mach Twain;
4:06AM, supports complainant's address theory versus occurrence of crime address process, also another portentous occurrence, without identifying herself, if herself, by name or ID number;
4:39AM. "Where are you?"and breaks into a religious hymn. No name, no ID, to continue the good trend;
4:41AM. Replies "Why not?" when I ask her why she wants to know my address. No ID or name given, it's rude and a bit pushy;
4:42AM. More serious studied type, does not provide ID or name for décor, then slams a four digit ferner raid my way with me as the ferner and it's an Episcopalian deal with slaves in the basement, a Roundhead calembour of sorts;
4"45AM. Same ammo, with a goldfingerian but cute as her wishing she were Christopher Walker's gender:
" You said a lot."
"Do you want to be connected to IAB?" but with insistence,twice, because, by "race", all subtlety is lost on me.
Besides participation in the Banca Nazionale del Lavoro crime, Evan Patz' disappearance by sloppy seconds Anastasia-Rockefeller-Rice-Quinn-Doria-Savoia connections, 9/11; Boston Marathon, cannibalism for Aphrodite, there's also the added Constitutional violation of "race", gender, disabilities, economic status, sexual preference, feet and glasses.
Sparky's already home. You need to leave.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
No Irony, Lady
As I lose quota and the Library CD blocks not midway, same as the film being preempted because its mere presence in TeeVee listings was enough to capture souls, all I could tell about Thatcher's ascent to stiffening of shirts on a play for other people's houses in the Lady's room of Parliament came at the same time of the US Nazi Party's birth, and she had her fun marrying women to real mouthy absolutists, killing off the slack by trying to "nigger" whoever came within aim, even labor unions, who, to save their jobs, stopped the organizing of the mouthed off generated to disrupt the mathematical ability of the rest, for a New World Order of their own, by stopping providing services to schools, and the dumb bitch fell for it by closing same.
For that matter, the IRA explosions of their murderous gatherings at hotels confirms the suspicion Bill Mc Kibben has of me accusing the IRA of being British spies, mostly because they bothered saving British Democrats by demolishing the nightly architectural modifications to their buildings by a slave labor force so fucked up it can't be seen by day, they needed to organize for house break ins, voter fraud, and variations of murder by common womanly household goods. The IRA always warns before it bombs so the buildings are empty, there's no loss of human life, unlike Al Quaeda, relegated to bombing us during rush hour. Explosion for explosion, both Mc Kibben and Steinem would have gladly confused them for communists had their opinion been requested. Heck, even if it's not.
And, for that matter, it's not unusual to find a non native Namibian wandering questionable corners of Dublin in a daze, just because the day before he had thanked a Roman Catholic cashieer after receiving change for a purchase. Hey, he's Irish too.
As I lose quota and the Library CD blocks not midway, same as the film being preempted because its mere presence in TeeVee listings was enough to capture souls, all I could tell about Thatcher's ascent to stiffening of shirts on a play for other people's houses in the Lady's room of Parliament came at the same time of the US Nazi Party's birth, and she had her fun marrying women to real mouthy absolutists, killing off the slack by trying to "nigger" whoever came within aim, even labor unions, who, to save their jobs, stopped the organizing of the mouthed off generated to disrupt the mathematical ability of the rest, for a New World Order of their own, by stopping providing services to schools, and the dumb bitch fell for it by closing same.
For that matter, the IRA explosions of their murderous gatherings at hotels confirms the suspicion Bill Mc Kibben has of me accusing the IRA of being British spies, mostly because they bothered saving British Democrats by demolishing the nightly architectural modifications to their buildings by a slave labor force so fucked up it can't be seen by day, they needed to organize for house break ins, voter fraud, and variations of murder by common womanly household goods. The IRA always warns before it bombs so the buildings are empty, there's no loss of human life, unlike Al Quaeda, relegated to bombing us during rush hour. Explosion for explosion, both Mc Kibben and Steinem would have gladly confused them for communists had their opinion been requested. Heck, even if it's not.
And, for that matter, it's not unusual to find a non native Namibian wandering questionable corners of Dublin in a daze, just because the day before he had thanked a Roman Catholic cashieer after receiving change for a purchase. Hey, he's Irish too.
Friday, July 26, 2013
I listen to PBS's Lopate? They know, who knows how, and start shouting they're starting a war with same.
On top of which, the following are photos of my mother's latest damage tomy immediate living quarters. Why? Because it's Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei's, job for Nazi False Jew whoremakers at 196-37/39 45th Avenue, the house perpetually misnumbered, on slats, 35/37. Yesterday she burst into my apartment sitting in my chair, saying it was hers, threatening me for calling the police on her latest break in, no sign of forced entry, which broke part of a table I was fixing for her other murderess friend, of Italian citizens since '45, to be specific, by the name of Filippa Gaetta, living at 189-49 45th Avenue, Flushing. Both are in the habit of stalking me. The goat fucking Old Salty pimp whore who lets her husband get plastic surgery to resemble an Israeli commander, same surgery on the younger Chechen of Boston marathon fame, now looks like a Citibank connected account closing would be Avigail, a Russo-German version, who at the bank is working closely with the Colonna, of the nazifascist X MAS of yore. They swore they would make me a whore, so they follow me, saying they know me, and etc.
I go to Waldbaums at 8:00AM yesterday? The goat fucking whore, who lets her husband rape a kid while plotting to takeover the States as I work in the garden follows me there, crossing my path;
I'm at the supermarket at 3:00PM today? She arranged an incident with a new hire, a "Jen", so that the latter would call the manager. She came in, and stood by the counter while I was explaining that I had bought the produce yesterday, not a month ago, like Jen told him. I also told him he needs to report Old Salty since she has no right to insinuate I'm her business by stalking me, which fucking infuriates me for how much others may be intimidated by the same technique and harmed by it.
For the whores at 28, the same address, having a relationship with a Jew is a blood sport. I don't know them, and I'm tired of these trash shit fucks minding my business, as if listening to Shostakovic in my private apartment, at no blaring level was theirs. If they know anything about me it's from trespassing and stalking. I don't even know their fucking names. They make me so sick I can't even stand to look at them.
Lately, I've suffered hundreds of dollars of damage,which I'm detracting from my rent, the grossest trash was finding a pair of espadrilles, to peopleish for them and not whorish enough because flat, full of exfoliated skin and greasy black in between the toes pieces of gunk, stuck to the inside soles with great insistence in the right shoe, less in the left. I disinfected them and scubbed them, I don't want to leave them a goddamn thing. I also found, in the past, a pair of socks in my drawer, stiffened on the tip, with mucus pieces attached to them. Who the fuck would associate with filth like this who handles trash like that? On top of which I always find my refrigerator with small pieces of dirt in it, black, a collection of onion skins, as if the actual onions had disappeared, leaving behind only the outer skin, stains, cuts between cabinets and walls, chair leg padding tilted up, the rim of the toilet dirty, under it the same, black gunk in the inside of the shower, even though I dry it every single time I take a shower.
I have never in my life witnessed such filth. My mother and her family changed in the '90's, completely.
The photos are to be viewed from the bottom up, in terms of time of occurrence. The top one would be the last one, with my recycling bins stored where they always are, after I cleared the area. They're also trying to prove that I don't recycle or prepare the trash according to regulations, which I do, so they can imply there's something wrong with me to supporting witnesses. I always do: I use dark bags for trash, blue for recyclables, clean, and with weight and considerations in terms of packing as well.
The open doors also show her insistence that those closet areas need to be open, when she says and wants regardless of their being in my apartment's area. She also removed a security door to make her access easier, and wanted a lock for the closet with the chair in it, which I removed, installing a regular closet handle, with no lock, since my apartment gets broken into, hers only if she needs to claim I did.
I'm at East Flushing library, and the supervisor is discussing P2 naziterrorist satanic loggia, connected to Gelli, saying as if this were a dank hidden place where no public traffic like me occurred:
" (...) if the loggia goes low (...)".They think I'm impressed with the impression that the whole world is a Nazi paranoia? I can't fucking wait until this comes to a fucking head.These stupid, stupid childfuckers.
Picture above, the clean up, being done by me, placing my recycling bins in the closet area immediately outside my apartment, where I store the recycling in bags until it's time to bring them out. I try to do so close to pickup time, if not the nazifascist neo con slavist trash goes through them, for curio hate reasons, it seems. I tried bins outside, the top always vanishes, and the cans are bashed in. Same for glass torage containers. Tops always awhol. Why is not forme to speculate, but to report.
On top of which, the following are photos of my mother's latest damage tomy immediate living quarters. Why? Because it's Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei's, job for Nazi False Jew whoremakers at 196-37/39 45th Avenue, the house perpetually misnumbered, on slats, 35/37. Yesterday she burst into my apartment sitting in my chair, saying it was hers, threatening me for calling the police on her latest break in, no sign of forced entry, which broke part of a table I was fixing for her other murderess friend, of Italian citizens since '45, to be specific, by the name of Filippa Gaetta, living at 189-49 45th Avenue, Flushing. Both are in the habit of stalking me. The goat fucking Old Salty pimp whore who lets her husband get plastic surgery to resemble an Israeli commander, same surgery on the younger Chechen of Boston marathon fame, now looks like a Citibank connected account closing would be Avigail, a Russo-German version, who at the bank is working closely with the Colonna, of the nazifascist X MAS of yore. They swore they would make me a whore, so they follow me, saying they know me, and etc.
I go to Waldbaums at 8:00AM yesterday? The goat fucking whore, who lets her husband rape a kid while plotting to takeover the States as I work in the garden follows me there, crossing my path;
I'm at the supermarket at 3:00PM today? She arranged an incident with a new hire, a "Jen", so that the latter would call the manager. She came in, and stood by the counter while I was explaining that I had bought the produce yesterday, not a month ago, like Jen told him. I also told him he needs to report Old Salty since she has no right to insinuate I'm her business by stalking me, which fucking infuriates me for how much others may be intimidated by the same technique and harmed by it.
For the whores at 28, the same address, having a relationship with a Jew is a blood sport. I don't know them, and I'm tired of these trash shit fucks minding my business, as if listening to Shostakovic in my private apartment, at no blaring level was theirs. If they know anything about me it's from trespassing and stalking. I don't even know their fucking names. They make me so sick I can't even stand to look at them.
Lately, I've suffered hundreds of dollars of damage,which I'm detracting from my rent, the grossest trash was finding a pair of espadrilles, to peopleish for them and not whorish enough because flat, full of exfoliated skin and greasy black in between the toes pieces of gunk, stuck to the inside soles with great insistence in the right shoe, less in the left. I disinfected them and scubbed them, I don't want to leave them a goddamn thing. I also found, in the past, a pair of socks in my drawer, stiffened on the tip, with mucus pieces attached to them. Who the fuck would associate with filth like this who handles trash like that? On top of which I always find my refrigerator with small pieces of dirt in it, black, a collection of onion skins, as if the actual onions had disappeared, leaving behind only the outer skin, stains, cuts between cabinets and walls, chair leg padding tilted up, the rim of the toilet dirty, under it the same, black gunk in the inside of the shower, even though I dry it every single time I take a shower.
I have never in my life witnessed such filth. My mother and her family changed in the '90's, completely.
The photos are to be viewed from the bottom up, in terms of time of occurrence. The top one would be the last one, with my recycling bins stored where they always are, after I cleared the area. They're also trying to prove that I don't recycle or prepare the trash according to regulations, which I do, so they can imply there's something wrong with me to supporting witnesses. I always do: I use dark bags for trash, blue for recyclables, clean, and with weight and considerations in terms of packing as well.
The open doors also show her insistence that those closet areas need to be open, when she says and wants regardless of their being in my apartment's area. She also removed a security door to make her access easier, and wanted a lock for the closet with the chair in it, which I removed, installing a regular closet handle, with no lock, since my apartment gets broken into, hers only if she needs to claim I did.
I'm at East Flushing library, and the supervisor is discussing P2 naziterrorist satanic loggia, connected to Gelli, saying as if this were a dank hidden place where no public traffic like me occurred:
" (...) if the loggia goes low (...)".They think I'm impressed with the impression that the whole world is a Nazi paranoia? I can't fucking wait until this comes to a fucking head.These stupid, stupid childfuckers.
Picture above, the clean up, being done by me, placing my recycling bins in the closet area immediately outside my apartment, where I store the recycling in bags until it's time to bring them out. I try to do so close to pickup time, if not the nazifascist neo con slavist trash goes through them, for curio hate reasons, it seems. I tried bins outside, the top always vanishes, and the cans are bashed in. Same for glass torage containers. Tops always awhol. Why is not forme to speculate, but to report.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
New York City in the Wake of Portents Befalling after the Birth of Kate of Cambridge's Spew:
Enormous scallions sold from cartboard boxes in downtown Flushing, by the first stop of Fort Totten's line, controlled for future blow-up possibilities for the Crown of England, the Neo Confederacy and their allies by:
Granelle at the 111,Queens Precinct;
Spies for the Crown of England itself...will the Squid be executed by the country's secret services, one wonders, since for Scat of Cambridge one just grabs commoners by the collar, yanking them off the street for a hecatomb to celebrate a new cerebral stillbirth?
Lady Gaga, and her insert as a square faced dancer on the Alejandro video, advertise the scallions through their height as Muslims, saying that genetic alterations through pills and chromosomal damage will make you taller, eventually, so start with the scallions;
Same guy through his relatives, all in appearance, Colonna, appears at East Flushing Library as an Indian the country, on the bus as a muslim, spitting on the ground if current news mention something harmful occurring to Bin Ladin and Al Quaeda; in downtown Flushing, same family guy wears a yarmulke, and by Prince Street and Roosevelt Avenue, he totters around with a cane, saying he will transport you to a brothel, if you would follow him.
For that matter, my scallions, normal size, bought at Waldbaums, have been victims of constant break ins, no sign of forced entry, abducting my fresh at least four times, substituting them with wilted after two or so days stay in my fridge;
At East Flushing Library, all computers reject my pin, and I was told I needed to exchange my library card, offering a big $2.00 to their pockets, skirting the coffers of the library itself. I tried using my card on my laptop, it worked fine;
At Oasis, fronting the South on Northern and Francis Lewis I was chased by the owner simulating Jews-from Avigail's features at that, started badgering me after I bought a cookie they told me was nameless for a dollar, asking me why I was writing down info on an Occupancy sign when his Nazi NeoCon brothel connection, for cannibalism and coordination for home invasions was Northern Irish, green and orange up top, and abducted all those falling under Austro Hungarian Hapsburg then Nazi and English Hunt Chase based on "race" , yellow and black, to Indian the Country orphanages where the children would suck on rope out of hunger, exposed to the elements, to train for blowjobs much later, as prison complex slavery spies; The guy Ithaca's for Odysseus, in the shop, splurts out his cellphone and starts filming me for his "wife" in Greece, I call 911 and tell them that he is, and all I got out of it was a cookie, nameless at that;
The clients at this library think they own the place because patron for them means they are the aegis that supports the institution, and organize openly with the staff, which since about ten minutes ago, sent a "Jew" on a mission somewhere;
At citibank, on Main Street in Flushing, a Park delayed the $10.00 monthly fee which they shouldn't be charging because of Direct Deposit so I could get caught with excessive withdrawals, changed the drawer as as soon as my transaction was processed, and is busy defrauding The New York Times from its subscription introits by using a post office box in Pittsburg paralleling the zip code of the area. Also: there are no transaction slips in view, an employee of the branch told me that they tortured Asians for brothel circles also involving cannibalism, turning them into "fish",also a Leon family-team venture;
Rockefeller puke is also involved, here with one of their abducted children, a blonde child with a wide face, a little older than a toddler. They also thought it opportune to intermingle with the Anastasia due to their union infiltrating capabilities from the early 1900's on;
I also was almost run over by June Rossi, an estranged half-sister I never lived with, through a FLA license car, and a Mott scout, with a muffin Mohawk;
Early in the morning the plan, for her and my mother, was to ruin real estate I hold in common with the latter through a firm involved in replacing sound walls and supporting beams, involving Greg Allen, and Allen constructions, which are red, white and black;
Cars involved:
"Quality Lumber" truck, NY License 78316 MB;
Black Honda, a DAP special, DAP being the Home Depot team trying to harm me through "Alex" products, cheap caulking, an Allen home damage special, and DAP being integral to its NY Licence Plate DAP 8710;
Another pull-up, BMB 1598, a gray green Suburban Chevrolet, FIAT indebted;
As soon as I reached Saint Nicholas' height, a red Dodge Canyon NY DLZ 4632, same last number of my etched I'll abduct you to a Mexican Arian camp, one a 14,the other a 32;
bills given me from the strange drawer at Citibank, Flushing, coordinated by Alessandra Mussolini, Colonna, and Rockefeller:
C 88485166A;
C 30999216B;
G 92222712D;
D 10440056D;
F 52698792I....this seemingly false, right from a bank?
Nazi brothel abduction crews, lining non parking zones as livery cabs facing College Point Boulevard:
T477791C;
This by a ramshackle Touro College Front;
T628862C;
The hit and run car, from FLA? AKV B55,a Mittler special, at 48-63 45th Avenue, Bayside Hills,one house behind the one June Rossi grew up in, but they weren't there yet. I'm sure she welcome wagoned that family to do whose other's in, is anybody's guess, but, hey, on the same block, facing 48th was a synagogue ;
Mittler False Jews arranged FDNY ambulances everywhere I went, through Frank Marzella as well, trying to abduct me outside the supermarket, by the bus stop, etcetera with the Squid of England's very own Scat calling all those who failed to abduct me inept, shouting from Olympus at me;
I was called a whore by trash, organized, and here at East Flushing, they mention my name, like it were nothing, me being a fixture of theirs, this from complete strangers;
911 abetting these coup d' etatists involved in the murder of families, abduction of the children, and, hey, if you're a pig, you may be unclean, but you won't go extinct as a "race", cannibalism:
12:09/10/12/20/27;
1:25/27/29/31/32 twice/34/35 twice/36/37/38/58.
HRA East River also abducts for Rockefeller etc team through Honeywell, declaring HRA recipients "homeless" when they're not.
Enormous scallions sold from cartboard boxes in downtown Flushing, by the first stop of Fort Totten's line, controlled for future blow-up possibilities for the Crown of England, the Neo Confederacy and their allies by:
Granelle at the 111,Queens Precinct;
Spies for the Crown of England itself...will the Squid be executed by the country's secret services, one wonders, since for Scat of Cambridge one just grabs commoners by the collar, yanking them off the street for a hecatomb to celebrate a new cerebral stillbirth?
Lady Gaga, and her insert as a square faced dancer on the Alejandro video, advertise the scallions through their height as Muslims, saying that genetic alterations through pills and chromosomal damage will make you taller, eventually, so start with the scallions;
Same guy through his relatives, all in appearance, Colonna, appears at East Flushing Library as an Indian the country, on the bus as a muslim, spitting on the ground if current news mention something harmful occurring to Bin Ladin and Al Quaeda; in downtown Flushing, same family guy wears a yarmulke, and by Prince Street and Roosevelt Avenue, he totters around with a cane, saying he will transport you to a brothel, if you would follow him.
For that matter, my scallions, normal size, bought at Waldbaums, have been victims of constant break ins, no sign of forced entry, abducting my fresh at least four times, substituting them with wilted after two or so days stay in my fridge;
At East Flushing Library, all computers reject my pin, and I was told I needed to exchange my library card, offering a big $2.00 to their pockets, skirting the coffers of the library itself. I tried using my card on my laptop, it worked fine;
At Oasis, fronting the South on Northern and Francis Lewis I was chased by the owner simulating Jews-from Avigail's features at that, started badgering me after I bought a cookie they told me was nameless for a dollar, asking me why I was writing down info on an Occupancy sign when his Nazi NeoCon brothel connection, for cannibalism and coordination for home invasions was Northern Irish, green and orange up top, and abducted all those falling under Austro Hungarian Hapsburg then Nazi and English Hunt Chase based on "race" , yellow and black, to Indian the Country orphanages where the children would suck on rope out of hunger, exposed to the elements, to train for blowjobs much later, as prison complex slavery spies; The guy Ithaca's for Odysseus, in the shop, splurts out his cellphone and starts filming me for his "wife" in Greece, I call 911 and tell them that he is, and all I got out of it was a cookie, nameless at that;
The clients at this library think they own the place because patron for them means they are the aegis that supports the institution, and organize openly with the staff, which since about ten minutes ago, sent a "Jew" on a mission somewhere;
At citibank, on Main Street in Flushing, a Park delayed the $10.00 monthly fee which they shouldn't be charging because of Direct Deposit so I could get caught with excessive withdrawals, changed the drawer as as soon as my transaction was processed, and is busy defrauding The New York Times from its subscription introits by using a post office box in Pittsburg paralleling the zip code of the area. Also: there are no transaction slips in view, an employee of the branch told me that they tortured Asians for brothel circles also involving cannibalism, turning them into "fish",also a Leon family-team venture;
Rockefeller puke is also involved, here with one of their abducted children, a blonde child with a wide face, a little older than a toddler. They also thought it opportune to intermingle with the Anastasia due to their union infiltrating capabilities from the early 1900's on;
I also was almost run over by June Rossi, an estranged half-sister I never lived with, through a FLA license car, and a Mott scout, with a muffin Mohawk;
Early in the morning the plan, for her and my mother, was to ruin real estate I hold in common with the latter through a firm involved in replacing sound walls and supporting beams, involving Greg Allen, and Allen constructions, which are red, white and black;
Cars involved:
"Quality Lumber" truck, NY License 78316 MB;
Black Honda, a DAP special, DAP being the Home Depot team trying to harm me through "Alex" products, cheap caulking, an Allen home damage special, and DAP being integral to its NY Licence Plate DAP 8710;
Another pull-up, BMB 1598, a gray green Suburban Chevrolet, FIAT indebted;
As soon as I reached Saint Nicholas' height, a red Dodge Canyon NY DLZ 4632, same last number of my etched I'll abduct you to a Mexican Arian camp, one a 14,the other a 32;
bills given me from the strange drawer at Citibank, Flushing, coordinated by Alessandra Mussolini, Colonna, and Rockefeller:
C 88485166A;
C 30999216B;
G 92222712D;
D 10440056D;
F 52698792I....this seemingly false, right from a bank?
Nazi brothel abduction crews, lining non parking zones as livery cabs facing College Point Boulevard:
T477791C;
This by a ramshackle Touro College Front;
T628862C;
The hit and run car, from FLA? AKV B55,a Mittler special, at 48-63 45th Avenue, Bayside Hills,one house behind the one June Rossi grew up in, but they weren't there yet. I'm sure she welcome wagoned that family to do whose other's in, is anybody's guess, but, hey, on the same block, facing 48th was a synagogue ;
Mittler False Jews arranged FDNY ambulances everywhere I went, through Frank Marzella as well, trying to abduct me outside the supermarket, by the bus stop, etcetera with the Squid of England's very own Scat calling all those who failed to abduct me inept, shouting from Olympus at me;
I was called a whore by trash, organized, and here at East Flushing, they mention my name, like it were nothing, me being a fixture of theirs, this from complete strangers;
911 abetting these coup d' etatists involved in the murder of families, abduction of the children, and, hey, if you're a pig, you may be unclean, but you won't go extinct as a "race", cannibalism:
12:09/10/12/20/27;
1:25/27/29/31/32 twice/34/35 twice/36/37/38/58.
HRA East River also abducts for Rockefeller etc team through Honeywell, declaring HRA recipients "homeless" when they're not.
Monday, July 22, 2013
New York City, July 22, 2013
Heat wave invades the subway, finding it hard to leave Newyorkers to their fate
This, for the past week of extreme heat, has been true in otherwise areas frigid enough to knock the heat prostration out of you, such as busesm subways, local libraries, supermarkets, and stores. Add a heat wave so smitten with us it has decided to make even working spaces Tropic of Capricorn hot, thanks to a delirious MTA who is also organizing Bammy Confederate style to break in our houses and substitute, say, your rice with the nutritionless trash they throw on the bus floor, for their elite teams to scoop up and then drop in your food supply. Subway workers have been seen running away from this Sadie Hawkins chase with no relief in place, in one of the hottest, most humid and perhaps, confusingly breathless ares to work in the summer of this particular asphalt jungle. The heat remains incomprehending, much like the MTA board itself.
Heat wave invades the subway, finding it hard to leave Newyorkers to their fate
This, for the past week of extreme heat, has been true in otherwise areas frigid enough to knock the heat prostration out of you, such as busesm subways, local libraries, supermarkets, and stores. Add a heat wave so smitten with us it has decided to make even working spaces Tropic of Capricorn hot, thanks to a delirious MTA who is also organizing Bammy Confederate style to break in our houses and substitute, say, your rice with the nutritionless trash they throw on the bus floor, for their elite teams to scoop up and then drop in your food supply. Subway workers have been seen running away from this Sadie Hawkins chase with no relief in place, in one of the hottest, most humid and perhaps, confusingly breathless ares to work in the summer of this particular asphalt jungle. The heat remains incomprehending, much like the MTA board itself.
Friday, July 19, 2013
All Relatives in Collusion, Plan on Calling the Police and Ambulances Fradulently, then Chaining Me to my bed until I do the "Will of the Family".
Please take good aim. No one has my keys. I have disowned and estranged all of them, they have no business being near me.
For about 24 hours, nothing but audible messaging of belligerence from relatives of my mother's, in laws as well. Here's what was said:
Lilli Cavallo, unknown location.
Known presence in following zones: Aversa, Trentola, at a nonexistent Via Dante 1, San Marcellino, at Via Conte; all in Caserta, Italy; Malgrat De Mar, by Barcellona, Spain; Amsterdam, Netherlands; Florida; Waterbury, Connecticut:
" I don't recognize your new name. I'll arranged to have your sternum removed and a flap built over your heart so I can eat it, and drink away everything that is yours";
Known as a Nazi nuclear terrorist by family members, associated with Casal Di Principe Camorra , a Sandokan, and Alessandra Mussolini as well;
Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei, my mother, who lives on the first floor of our house. We pooled inherited money to buy real estate. She owes me for a depleted trust fund, the sale of a family apartment in Napoli, in Via Epomeo, and our family house, in Bayside Hills, which she just sold. No money is to ever go to any family member and I will administer everything once my mother dies. No need to apply, really, and continue to destroy my credit, and bank accounts, see what it gets you.
Contact she used to embezzle money from me: Melinda Di Matteo, Emma Fasano, Patrizia Sammartino, Antonello Florio, Gigi Di Chiara, Sandokan, and the rest of her family in Italy and elsewhere;
In New York City: O' Rourke, including Janelle. The first was the lawyer who supposedly my father left his will with. The story is conflictual, since my father had not been to the States in years, and my mother claimed that about a year or so before he died, he had changed his will, Leon, Allen, an O'Rourke friend, along with the 111, Queens, the Precinct by 68th and Lexington, and the one in Long Island City by the 7 train stop, George Bush;
What was said by her, among much else:
" Figlia mia (my child) I'm revenging myself of you with my whole family."
What she has done lately?
Harm me economically, physically, harass me continuously, have her friend Filippa Gaetta, another fascist, harass and stalk me, stalk me with Adimiketakis, a noted Greek Nazi terrorist wanted for extradiction in Greece, operating as a Real Estate agent with no license supposedly forReMax, try to harass me into prostitution, try to have me murdered, falsely arrest me, arrange with 111, Queens to defraud Medicare and Medicaid, notably with a Famiglietti, harass me with Filippa Gaetta if she thinks I'm having sex, also to look in, wanting me to have sex with Frank Marzella, an in law of hers. My mother has never abused me sexually, so I don't know where this variant comes from;
On my finding a broken piece of dishware in my bedroom, after I had removed all the pieces and disposed of them in the trash:
"I'll put it in your eye until it's infected" or, as she said, "infettato",in Italianate;
As I do art work at 3:15AM, somehow George Bush knows and says, addressing my mother directly as his slave, Alabama style, by her first name:
"Emilia, do you approve what she's doing? No? Then leave her to me."
Placed an old toilet brush on the garage countertop we use for plants for a third party who wanted to say they would insert it in my mouth;
Two days past, had me stalked in the supermarket by thugs claiming they would "beat me up" for her;
Frank Marzella, from Patterson,New Jersey, and living,allegedly, at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut, married to her sister, Olimpia, apparently a Father Knows Best Homer Simpson type, leaving cutesy messages on answering machines such as "Frank and Olimpia are not home right now, leave a message!". A Cavallo contact as well .His youngest son is connected both to White Supremacy, crime, and an Asian who drives to Flushing, from Connecticut, to shop. For that matter, he declared himself a chemist without a college degree, his daughter Sandra (not a family name) a pediatrician with a claim to nonexistent hospital access rights to a Connecticut hospital, Middlesex, responsible for adopting adolescents, and openly claiming to have done so with nonexistent legislative proceedings, and, for what's heard, and said, having sex with his offspring, mostly because who the hell would have sex with a repugnant, vile, piece of refuse like him. He knows I'm writing this, and conveys the message, You publish this, you're on, rape, of course being the outcome.
Melted photo contact sheets, melted film, stolen photos, two rusted paperclips, paper glued together:
Lilli Cavallo, promising to give me tetanus just for being an artist; she also breaks in,no sign of forced entry, to wash my floor with dog shit because that's what "the family" wants me "to eat, in a brothel, for about a week, (...) then you graduate"
the life of a nuclear Nazi must be thankless
Frank Marzella shouting "Oy vey" to "hunt"Jews;
Frank Marzella clearing some major points on how I can gain acceptantance from him and his family members because he needs to get closer:
1) They approve only of womanly thoughts;
2) I cannot think of art, it's too manly;
3) I can now withstand interrogation from the police if I don't reply to every piece of nonsense he throws my way;
My mother, in support, states that soon, soon, she'll have me arrested by "hers";
4) They want to be involved in everything in my life;
5) I can be a whore for their ring;
6) I am insane;
7) They arranged for an entire bag of circular chest hair originating from Elan Portnoy, stored by and at 28, who also breaks in to steal my garbage bags because I pack according to the rules, so she can drop it, bits of dust, and other longish hair, on my floor, during breakins, no sign of forced entry;
8) Put your comb on the bottom shelf of your mirror cabinet!
9) Let Lucia Leon and Greg Allen continue to damage your apartment;
-No one has the keys to said, but me-
10) I need to wear white underwear to please him and his family;
11) I need to give up writing to marry him, a good man needs a whore in bed;
12) Gave reverse Jew horns to my wooden bed frame because I refused to have a Savoia to sleep in it. The latter had simply introduced himself to me not as nobility, but as a friend, discovered a posteriori as heroin and whore pimping addled, musical group manager Antonello Florio, from Napoli, who still owes me more than one hundred borrowed dollars and was introduced to me by a knitting, elementary tweed skirt wearing old school acquaintance;
As I intimate repairing or cleaning it, he starts shouting I'm destroying his work;
13) He is consciously aware that this badgering is cruel and inhuman punishment, which I deserve, until I become one of them, like a domesticated donkey, beaten into ?
14) Has, as an ambition, unknown if his highest, to be recognized as a temible terrorist. In Big Ben chimes 37/39, incorrectly numbered by -2, since 2010, no sign of a fine on the horizon, past, present or future, due to their 111, Queens whore and panty sniffing and stealing even from other people's laundry bags cover, with the occasional Alessandra Mussolini spy, sharing with the rest of us that it is an ambition common to her, them, as well. Her husband, a handy man who repairs walls with cartboard boxes painted in white and removes our roof tiles to corner a replacement job in who knows what, rapes young male children orally while discussing, in a rage, how he wants to destroy the United States, with his windows wide open, and me tinkering in the garden ,directly siding his driveway;
15) He wants my card cut up and wants to be paid by me for him to handle my finances;
16) Hides at 41,with a job to do in the neighborhood, if he can get to me. Yesterday for Garnett also liquors at 68th and Lexington where they lock up graduating classes at Hunter College, CUNY, one block from the Precinct swearing that Lega spies from the nearby Italian consulate and Spanish and Italian cultural institutes are actually detectives. That's two houses northeast, 37/39 being the stucco manor born in wishful or nostalgic Bavarian with two entrances;
17) Kira Jolliffe, feeling left out, announces her connection to these Nazifascist terrorists, by way of children as delicacies for cannibalism circles her friends and she organize in Cambodia, her British Royalty parties, and is recognized as a presence in my mother's life by none other than my mother herself. In my life, she was attached to a friend of Greg Allen, who she claimed had a relationship with the CIA, spying being a matter to be dropped as a casual conversation piece in a gossip session about sexual habits, how she attended said parties, and I didn't, and more nonsense that sent me fast asleep thinking, who needs sedatives? Allen was connected to Arline Lasberg, who was connected to Chris Cush, who was connected to Elan Portnoy, who was connected to Peter Zaremba and Marilla Palmer, who were connected to Carol Anastasia, Paul Polivko, and Maria Leon,who were connected to an NME article discussing the Fleshtones as a fun band to go see, this back in the early '80s;
Miss Jolliffee also tried to order me as a whore me to a waitress who did not reply or look at her, at a dinner in a Polish restaurant with a red white and black sign West on 2nd, I think, during which I was not addressed once in conversation and still found the talk Nembutal; Her father is a cartoonist of severed dick, built a glass bathroom facing a park, as esquire declared Kira the prettiest placed at 24 in a list while she made it obvious that Garnett thought her Cheap Date her project, and thrift shops only for the rich. These days she advertises on the Internet as a psychologist the better to rip off Medicare and Medicaid into disappearance with, while ruining the brave souls who believe her, all for the British crown, in an effort to privatize their spying the United States, so that the United States foots the bill, in a push for discretion;
Social Registry Entry:
Jolliffe gave me a Provencal lavender coat with a white rabbit fur as a collar and vintage sleeves a bit too New Jersey Army short, posing as a Christmas gift from a friend. After that Bay Garnett introduced herself. She derives from a confederate family murdering gay and 1850+ immigrant by the Bowery and Houston, expanding in Paris, and Europe, overall, during the 20's with the wealthy and aristocrats arranging false arrests by hiring to fire and shootouts in circus tents. I had to endure a cafe' entablature of Garnett, standing as Christ in Leonardo's Last Supper, dangling her knowing a Pillsbury heir as a participle appetizingly alluring a hint of absolutely nothing, which explains why she also said nothing, in a Method Actor push for a vacuous state, about a consequent half hour.
17) Frank Marzella contacted Elan Portnoy to wet nurse a royal knock up in me in my sleep, connected to my menstrual flow to remind me of my abject state as a woman in this post feminist century. I aborted, at none other than Planned parenthood- what could they stop?- and currently, Mr.Portnoy is nursing triplets with a female partner also for Amgen, somewhere in an Indiana called Saint Luis, much like Sandra Marzella's constant anxiety provoking Auntie Em tape loop, churned into better butter by repetition, one two three, testing, testing...
18) Olimpia De Cristofaro, married to the Patterson Marzella, living in exile in another factory town, but in Connecticut, promises not to let up in the propopolis injections at night to blame the FBI, and give me a stunned, numbing state to experience in their dreams, while they manufacture holes in my upper mouth, gum area, and much more, now that they've heard the words Connecticut State College, and intarsia, following up their need to connect to wherewithal that does not wherewithal, thinks that not only will she turn me into a shawled bigot, by exerting an emotional state, not my own, in my general direction, and not as an intimation, but warns me that they and their friends will not let up the noise, stalking, spying and abducting for torture and more fun for everyone to enjoy, until I do her son's will, and will, by gumbo, tie me to my bed until I do.
Oh, not mine Democratic nations, we're in for a long, long eternal haul. And Sparky, strap on the seatbelt, the lull's ahead of the getting back.
Please take good aim. No one has my keys. I have disowned and estranged all of them, they have no business being near me.
For about 24 hours, nothing but audible messaging of belligerence from relatives of my mother's, in laws as well. Here's what was said:
Lilli Cavallo, unknown location.
Known presence in following zones: Aversa, Trentola, at a nonexistent Via Dante 1, San Marcellino, at Via Conte; all in Caserta, Italy; Malgrat De Mar, by Barcellona, Spain; Amsterdam, Netherlands; Florida; Waterbury, Connecticut:
" I don't recognize your new name. I'll arranged to have your sternum removed and a flap built over your heart so I can eat it, and drink away everything that is yours";
Known as a Nazi nuclear terrorist by family members, associated with Casal Di Principe Camorra , a Sandokan, and Alessandra Mussolini as well;
Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei, my mother, who lives on the first floor of our house. We pooled inherited money to buy real estate. She owes me for a depleted trust fund, the sale of a family apartment in Napoli, in Via Epomeo, and our family house, in Bayside Hills, which she just sold. No money is to ever go to any family member and I will administer everything once my mother dies. No need to apply, really, and continue to destroy my credit, and bank accounts, see what it gets you.
Contact she used to embezzle money from me: Melinda Di Matteo, Emma Fasano, Patrizia Sammartino, Antonello Florio, Gigi Di Chiara, Sandokan, and the rest of her family in Italy and elsewhere;
In New York City: O' Rourke, including Janelle. The first was the lawyer who supposedly my father left his will with. The story is conflictual, since my father had not been to the States in years, and my mother claimed that about a year or so before he died, he had changed his will, Leon, Allen, an O'Rourke friend, along with the 111, Queens, the Precinct by 68th and Lexington, and the one in Long Island City by the 7 train stop, George Bush;
What was said by her, among much else:
" Figlia mia (my child) I'm revenging myself of you with my whole family."
What she has done lately?
Harm me economically, physically, harass me continuously, have her friend Filippa Gaetta, another fascist, harass and stalk me, stalk me with Adimiketakis, a noted Greek Nazi terrorist wanted for extradiction in Greece, operating as a Real Estate agent with no license supposedly forReMax, try to harass me into prostitution, try to have me murdered, falsely arrest me, arrange with 111, Queens to defraud Medicare and Medicaid, notably with a Famiglietti, harass me with Filippa Gaetta if she thinks I'm having sex, also to look in, wanting me to have sex with Frank Marzella, an in law of hers. My mother has never abused me sexually, so I don't know where this variant comes from;
On my finding a broken piece of dishware in my bedroom, after I had removed all the pieces and disposed of them in the trash:
"I'll put it in your eye until it's infected" or, as she said, "infettato",in Italianate;
As I do art work at 3:15AM, somehow George Bush knows and says, addressing my mother directly as his slave, Alabama style, by her first name:
"Emilia, do you approve what she's doing? No? Then leave her to me."
Placed an old toilet brush on the garage countertop we use for plants for a third party who wanted to say they would insert it in my mouth;
Two days past, had me stalked in the supermarket by thugs claiming they would "beat me up" for her;
Frank Marzella, from Patterson,New Jersey, and living,allegedly, at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut, married to her sister, Olimpia, apparently a Father Knows Best Homer Simpson type, leaving cutesy messages on answering machines such as "Frank and Olimpia are not home right now, leave a message!". A Cavallo contact as well .His youngest son is connected both to White Supremacy, crime, and an Asian who drives to Flushing, from Connecticut, to shop. For that matter, he declared himself a chemist without a college degree, his daughter Sandra (not a family name) a pediatrician with a claim to nonexistent hospital access rights to a Connecticut hospital, Middlesex, responsible for adopting adolescents, and openly claiming to have done so with nonexistent legislative proceedings, and, for what's heard, and said, having sex with his offspring, mostly because who the hell would have sex with a repugnant, vile, piece of refuse like him. He knows I'm writing this, and conveys the message, You publish this, you're on, rape, of course being the outcome.
Melted photo contact sheets, melted film, stolen photos, two rusted paperclips, paper glued together:
Lilli Cavallo, promising to give me tetanus just for being an artist; she also breaks in,no sign of forced entry, to wash my floor with dog shit because that's what "the family" wants me "to eat, in a brothel, for about a week, (...) then you graduate"
the life of a nuclear Nazi must be thankless
Frank Marzella shouting "Oy vey" to "hunt"Jews;
Frank Marzella clearing some major points on how I can gain acceptantance from him and his family members because he needs to get closer:
1) They approve only of womanly thoughts;
2) I cannot think of art, it's too manly;
3) I can now withstand interrogation from the police if I don't reply to every piece of nonsense he throws my way;
My mother, in support, states that soon, soon, she'll have me arrested by "hers";
4) They want to be involved in everything in my life;
5) I can be a whore for their ring;
6) I am insane;
7) They arranged for an entire bag of circular chest hair originating from Elan Portnoy, stored by and at 28, who also breaks in to steal my garbage bags because I pack according to the rules, so she can drop it, bits of dust, and other longish hair, on my floor, during breakins, no sign of forced entry;
8) Put your comb on the bottom shelf of your mirror cabinet!
9) Let Lucia Leon and Greg Allen continue to damage your apartment;
-No one has the keys to said, but me-
10) I need to wear white underwear to please him and his family;
11) I need to give up writing to marry him, a good man needs a whore in bed;
12) Gave reverse Jew horns to my wooden bed frame because I refused to have a Savoia to sleep in it. The latter had simply introduced himself to me not as nobility, but as a friend, discovered a posteriori as heroin and whore pimping addled, musical group manager Antonello Florio, from Napoli, who still owes me more than one hundred borrowed dollars and was introduced to me by a knitting, elementary tweed skirt wearing old school acquaintance;
As I intimate repairing or cleaning it, he starts shouting I'm destroying his work;
13) He is consciously aware that this badgering is cruel and inhuman punishment, which I deserve, until I become one of them, like a domesticated donkey, beaten into ?
14) Has, as an ambition, unknown if his highest, to be recognized as a temible terrorist. In Big Ben chimes 37/39, incorrectly numbered by -2, since 2010, no sign of a fine on the horizon, past, present or future, due to their 111, Queens whore and panty sniffing and stealing even from other people's laundry bags cover, with the occasional Alessandra Mussolini spy, sharing with the rest of us that it is an ambition common to her, them, as well. Her husband, a handy man who repairs walls with cartboard boxes painted in white and removes our roof tiles to corner a replacement job in who knows what, rapes young male children orally while discussing, in a rage, how he wants to destroy the United States, with his windows wide open, and me tinkering in the garden ,directly siding his driveway;
15) He wants my card cut up and wants to be paid by me for him to handle my finances;
16) Hides at 41,with a job to do in the neighborhood, if he can get to me. Yesterday for Garnett also liquors at 68th and Lexington where they lock up graduating classes at Hunter College, CUNY, one block from the Precinct swearing that Lega spies from the nearby Italian consulate and Spanish and Italian cultural institutes are actually detectives. That's two houses northeast, 37/39 being the stucco manor born in wishful or nostalgic Bavarian with two entrances;
17) Kira Jolliffe, feeling left out, announces her connection to these Nazifascist terrorists, by way of children as delicacies for cannibalism circles her friends and she organize in Cambodia, her British Royalty parties, and is recognized as a presence in my mother's life by none other than my mother herself. In my life, she was attached to a friend of Greg Allen, who she claimed had a relationship with the CIA, spying being a matter to be dropped as a casual conversation piece in a gossip session about sexual habits, how she attended said parties, and I didn't, and more nonsense that sent me fast asleep thinking, who needs sedatives? Allen was connected to Arline Lasberg, who was connected to Chris Cush, who was connected to Elan Portnoy, who was connected to Peter Zaremba and Marilla Palmer, who were connected to Carol Anastasia, Paul Polivko, and Maria Leon,who were connected to an NME article discussing the Fleshtones as a fun band to go see, this back in the early '80s;
Miss Jolliffee also tried to order me as a whore me to a waitress who did not reply or look at her, at a dinner in a Polish restaurant with a red white and black sign West on 2nd, I think, during which I was not addressed once in conversation and still found the talk Nembutal; Her father is a cartoonist of severed dick, built a glass bathroom facing a park, as esquire declared Kira the prettiest placed at 24 in a list while she made it obvious that Garnett thought her Cheap Date her project, and thrift shops only for the rich. These days she advertises on the Internet as a psychologist the better to rip off Medicare and Medicaid into disappearance with, while ruining the brave souls who believe her, all for the British crown, in an effort to privatize their spying the United States, so that the United States foots the bill, in a push for discretion;
Social Registry Entry:
Jolliffe gave me a Provencal lavender coat with a white rabbit fur as a collar and vintage sleeves a bit too New Jersey Army short, posing as a Christmas gift from a friend. After that Bay Garnett introduced herself. She derives from a confederate family murdering gay and 1850+ immigrant by the Bowery and Houston, expanding in Paris, and Europe, overall, during the 20's with the wealthy and aristocrats arranging false arrests by hiring to fire and shootouts in circus tents. I had to endure a cafe' entablature of Garnett, standing as Christ in Leonardo's Last Supper, dangling her knowing a Pillsbury heir as a participle appetizingly alluring a hint of absolutely nothing, which explains why she also said nothing, in a Method Actor push for a vacuous state, about a consequent half hour.
17) Frank Marzella contacted Elan Portnoy to wet nurse a royal knock up in me in my sleep, connected to my menstrual flow to remind me of my abject state as a woman in this post feminist century. I aborted, at none other than Planned parenthood- what could they stop?- and currently, Mr.Portnoy is nursing triplets with a female partner also for Amgen, somewhere in an Indiana called Saint Luis, much like Sandra Marzella's constant anxiety provoking Auntie Em tape loop, churned into better butter by repetition, one two three, testing, testing...
18) Olimpia De Cristofaro, married to the Patterson Marzella, living in exile in another factory town, but in Connecticut, promises not to let up in the propopolis injections at night to blame the FBI, and give me a stunned, numbing state to experience in their dreams, while they manufacture holes in my upper mouth, gum area, and much more, now that they've heard the words Connecticut State College, and intarsia, following up their need to connect to wherewithal that does not wherewithal, thinks that not only will she turn me into a shawled bigot, by exerting an emotional state, not my own, in my general direction, and not as an intimation, but warns me that they and their friends will not let up the noise, stalking, spying and abducting for torture and more fun for everyone to enjoy, until I do her son's will, and will, by gumbo, tie me to my bed until I do.
Oh, not mine Democratic nations, we're in for a long, long eternal haul. And Sparky, strap on the seatbelt, the lull's ahead of the getting back.
Why If You Attend a Red White and Black Nazifascist, Conservative, Neo Confederate, KKK Connected With a Republican Board University You Only Have Yourself to Blame.
Queens College, City University of New York, taken over in the '90's by a Republican Board did the following for an Allen, Garnett, Elizabeth the Second, Rockefeller, Trent Lott, and George Bush connection, among more :
1) Altered my trascripts in terms of the grades received. My average was 3.79 as an undergraduate. They lowered it to 3.633. My Master's was 4.00, and it still is, who knows for how long. The + , several, were never worked in the average from the get go, when Queens College was still white and blue;
2) Altered the sequence of courses taken. The ones associated with the Search and Destroy mission that Anastasia put together to harm me, also for Christine Quinn, History of Film II, was pushed back. My first record of attendance is listed as Fall 1982, when I first attended Queens in Spring of that year.
Think of what this means to scholarly studies in the United States.
Your degree will be worth nothing, once you graduate.
I've been waiting for years for them to do something as stupid as this.
I found a copy of my transcript along with missing photos, a snippet of an article I wrote for Cheap Date, a Bay Garnett and Kira Jolliffe venture, funded by Keith Richards, and altered completely by same. This connects, in a non subtle way, to how they tried to murder me for 9/11. During that Fall semester I had decided to take a photography class with none other than a relative of Betullah Me Sud, Tony Gonzales, this being unknown to me at the time. He had Manhattan Community College contact me to offer me two courses, starting at 9:00AM, there, with the intimation I would not be hired the following semester. I refused, took the photography course, with Gonzales taught until the middle of the semester, when he interrupted instruction to organize the class criminally, saying his students needed to accept him as a leader. I did not, he claimed I frightened students based on the false testimony of one class supervisor connected to an Aryan captain, and not only was I removed from the class-I did also laugh out loud when he caressed his Equadorian pet on a stool in front of all the students-but given a lower grade than I deserved.
Tony Gonzales is now the chairman of the Art Department at Queens College, CUNY.
Queens College, City University of New York, taken over in the '90's by a Republican Board did the following for an Allen, Garnett, Elizabeth the Second, Rockefeller, Trent Lott, and George Bush connection, among more :
1) Altered my trascripts in terms of the grades received. My average was 3.79 as an undergraduate. They lowered it to 3.633. My Master's was 4.00, and it still is, who knows for how long. The + , several, were never worked in the average from the get go, when Queens College was still white and blue;
2) Altered the sequence of courses taken. The ones associated with the Search and Destroy mission that Anastasia put together to harm me, also for Christine Quinn, History of Film II, was pushed back. My first record of attendance is listed as Fall 1982, when I first attended Queens in Spring of that year.
Think of what this means to scholarly studies in the United States.
Your degree will be worth nothing, once you graduate.
I've been waiting for years for them to do something as stupid as this.
I found a copy of my transcript along with missing photos, a snippet of an article I wrote for Cheap Date, a Bay Garnett and Kira Jolliffe venture, funded by Keith Richards, and altered completely by same. This connects, in a non subtle way, to how they tried to murder me for 9/11. During that Fall semester I had decided to take a photography class with none other than a relative of Betullah Me Sud, Tony Gonzales, this being unknown to me at the time. He had Manhattan Community College contact me to offer me two courses, starting at 9:00AM, there, with the intimation I would not be hired the following semester. I refused, took the photography course, with Gonzales taught until the middle of the semester, when he interrupted instruction to organize the class criminally, saying his students needed to accept him as a leader. I did not, he claimed I frightened students based on the false testimony of one class supervisor connected to an Aryan captain, and not only was I removed from the class-I did also laugh out loud when he caressed his Equadorian pet on a stool in front of all the students-but given a lower grade than I deserved.
Tony Gonzales is now the chairman of the Art Department at Queens College, CUNY.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Lady Gaga,Ben Leon , Jon Stewart, Maria Leon,
plan on murdering me through third, fourth, fifth, sixth (etc) parties while they're high and I'm not.
Postille: Make a mark! No one but me has the keys to my apartment. Not even my mother. Feel free to drive or walk by, aim and shoot at anyone trespassing by my house. I'll witness for you in court.
Today's specials: Lady Gaga plans on poisoning all my food for the love of her tiny prosthetic dick she installed on her crotch for Jon Stewart. And the latter married, again, for all these stalkers, Maria Leon, who stalked me, on a search and destroy mission, with Carol Anastasia (Rockefeller, Reinhardt) , "Ayn Rand" or Christine Quinn, who I dragged slumming in places like Downtown Beirut, and disappeared after being my ride to the East Village from Bayside, while she was choosing male flesh, leaving me with her leftovers, which I never took an interest in since her picks all resembled Long Island libertarian gun toters with floppy t-shirt sleeves, without telling me she was marrying Florida. Oh, the 111 protected her small but growing pill popping dealership, which I never had any evidence of but in her word, which left me completely unmoved, and uninterested, I mean, what? Shut up.
So, in summa: while people like Marilla Palmer cannot read and still bother calling me a small bit whore wherever she can, and think Nazis like her are invincible, and we despised as Southern Italian "niggers" because they're convinced they have the inside scoop even on prejudice, it took us four days to rid Napoli of nazis. Even kids were involved, throwing things at retreating tanks.
So, for the real Italy to you dumb ass fucks: FUCK YOU.
plan on murdering me through third, fourth, fifth, sixth (etc) parties while they're high and I'm not.
Postille: Make a mark! No one but me has the keys to my apartment. Not even my mother. Feel free to drive or walk by, aim and shoot at anyone trespassing by my house. I'll witness for you in court.
Today's specials: Lady Gaga plans on poisoning all my food for the love of her tiny prosthetic dick she installed on her crotch for Jon Stewart. And the latter married, again, for all these stalkers, Maria Leon, who stalked me, on a search and destroy mission, with Carol Anastasia (Rockefeller, Reinhardt) , "Ayn Rand" or Christine Quinn, who I dragged slumming in places like Downtown Beirut, and disappeared after being my ride to the East Village from Bayside, while she was choosing male flesh, leaving me with her leftovers, which I never took an interest in since her picks all resembled Long Island libertarian gun toters with floppy t-shirt sleeves, without telling me she was marrying Florida. Oh, the 111 protected her small but growing pill popping dealership, which I never had any evidence of but in her word, which left me completely unmoved, and uninterested, I mean, what? Shut up.
So, in summa: while people like Marilla Palmer cannot read and still bother calling me a small bit whore wherever she can, and think Nazis like her are invincible, and we despised as Southern Italian "niggers" because they're convinced they have the inside scoop even on prejudice, it took us four days to rid Napoli of nazis. Even kids were involved, throwing things at retreating tanks.
So, for the real Italy to you dumb ass fucks: FUCK YOU.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
911 Orgasms on the Phone in African American Ethnic Middle Class as a Response to an Attempted Abduction by Infiltration in the Fire Department New York Ambulances, after Hate Crime defining me a "mafiosa" by Italian Lega Spies in the US.
I step outside for errands at 8:48AM today, July 16, 2013, the event being so extraordinary it transforms the average 2010's June Cleaver into a mother accompanying her brood to Saint Nicholas to rekindle in their hearts the educational division and listen to the bell toll a Greek Orthodox version of Big Ben, reminding everyone that the Houses of Parliament are a spit's throw away from The Towers of London, and the Iron Masque. As I walk by on the opposite side of the street, the mother daughter team manage a whisper not only addressed to me, but loud enough to hear " Devi finirla di spiare per la cosca. Devi spiare per me.", meaning: "You need to stop spying for the Camorra. You have to spy for me." This, necessarily by their Ford, maroon as the nearest they could come to Alabama's Crimson Tide, New York white and blue license plate ARH- 4238.
A woman with two children follows, going the same direction, and thinks I'm afraid of them as I look in their direction once they get to Saintly Nicks and come chasing after me.
I make 9 phone calls to 911, in the space of 15 minutes, all responded to by an African American Ethnic Middle Class Ethnic Female Voice In Her Perennial Early Thirties, with the exception of one man, same ethnicity, one version of which actually moaned an orgasm after asking me the address twice. The rest, including the man, did not deem this a matter of note, or police investigation. By the time I got through to 911 the coast was deserted, leaving only me there not that easily impressed by the appearance of an FDNY ambulance that did not speed past me heading West, U turned one block ahead, by a Catholic Church, then backtracked toward me, eyeing me from the driver's seat window, then deciding to loiter for no reason exactly where ARH-4238 was parked, at Saintly Nicks two blocks down, SE corner.
There was more, including name making, me, by a Sakina Jaffery to a Mayra Rosario at Citibank Flushing 38-17 Main Street, where no banking transaction tickets could be found, and an April Park threatening me with impeded access to my funds if I offended her by protecting good Citibank personnel from job loss due to hate crime and a coordinated attempt, by Maria Mittler as well, and a Staten Island College, CUNY, German-Italian crime organization with infiltrations on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, and a Kennedy connection to the Precinct by Lexington and 68th, which inserted Lega -an Italian party (concealed Nazi Raid illegal genocidal teams, specializing in New York City, thanks to a Rockefeller, Anastasia, and Jefferson Davis with access to John Jay aegis-with spies in the detective department of said precinct-Hunter College, also CUNY,is less than a block away) into the same subway car as me, with an heir of that German Italian team mother of a Jefferson Davis Richard the III type, in stupid Podunk black and even dumber sun glasses in blue and black, mouthing I was crazy after I started saying that the Lega detective was insulting me as a coffee drinker (southern Italian) ,with a filthy Hapsburg indebted child saying no no in Austrian and leaving the train among with her adult companion, for a gassing expedition arranged by a non-structured,re-alternative, gas punctured left nostril whore with gay slicing and diceing while not overtly bashing short short hair, then puffed on top in an homage to aphrodisiac nazifascist and neo confederate cannibalism, offending me with a pizza box.
Whole Foods Bowery did its best to not identify the coffee I bought as not decaf, at the register, charging me more for calling that to her attention, constructed a two paned mirror by the oil bottles through a Heidrich, the same good Irish cops would smash in bars whenever they caught Margaret Sanger staring in them.
I was Pol Potted by a Court Jap Hirohito guy at the entrance, and figured that Davis, Anastasia, Colonna, Mott, Este,Rockefeller, Reinhart had fans at a Spring Street and Mulberry Street bar that was happy about flinging people abducted from Africa to the sharks for the confederacy, and thus funded and founded Fort Bragg, which still feeds on us to this day.
Spring is green, Frank Marzella's son married a Springly, "adopted" an allegedly satanic cult escapee named Autumn in his late teens, early twenties, how I don't know,and the Lega wears green, they say for Verdi, but who knows what Nazi Spring street.
Seems like Rockefeller Anastasia are false Jews as "Levy" and, through Honeywell, plan on claiming I'm Juan Valdes escaping the Migra, well deserving of a Nazi Me-HI-co concentration camp instead. This also through civil court at "111 Centre Street".
Not
my
idea
of
vacuous
states
I step outside for errands at 8:48AM today, July 16, 2013, the event being so extraordinary it transforms the average 2010's June Cleaver into a mother accompanying her brood to Saint Nicholas to rekindle in their hearts the educational division and listen to the bell toll a Greek Orthodox version of Big Ben, reminding everyone that the Houses of Parliament are a spit's throw away from The Towers of London, and the Iron Masque. As I walk by on the opposite side of the street, the mother daughter team manage a whisper not only addressed to me, but loud enough to hear " Devi finirla di spiare per la cosca. Devi spiare per me.", meaning: "You need to stop spying for the Camorra. You have to spy for me." This, necessarily by their Ford, maroon as the nearest they could come to Alabama's Crimson Tide, New York white and blue license plate ARH- 4238.
A woman with two children follows, going the same direction, and thinks I'm afraid of them as I look in their direction once they get to Saintly Nicks and come chasing after me.
I make 9 phone calls to 911, in the space of 15 minutes, all responded to by an African American Ethnic Middle Class Ethnic Female Voice In Her Perennial Early Thirties, with the exception of one man, same ethnicity, one version of which actually moaned an orgasm after asking me the address twice. The rest, including the man, did not deem this a matter of note, or police investigation. By the time I got through to 911 the coast was deserted, leaving only me there not that easily impressed by the appearance of an FDNY ambulance that did not speed past me heading West, U turned one block ahead, by a Catholic Church, then backtracked toward me, eyeing me from the driver's seat window, then deciding to loiter for no reason exactly where ARH-4238 was parked, at Saintly Nicks two blocks down, SE corner.
There was more, including name making, me, by a Sakina Jaffery to a Mayra Rosario at Citibank Flushing 38-17 Main Street, where no banking transaction tickets could be found, and an April Park threatening me with impeded access to my funds if I offended her by protecting good Citibank personnel from job loss due to hate crime and a coordinated attempt, by Maria Mittler as well, and a Staten Island College, CUNY, German-Italian crime organization with infiltrations on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, and a Kennedy connection to the Precinct by Lexington and 68th, which inserted Lega -an Italian party (concealed Nazi Raid illegal genocidal teams, specializing in New York City, thanks to a Rockefeller, Anastasia, and Jefferson Davis with access to John Jay aegis-with spies in the detective department of said precinct-Hunter College, also CUNY,is less than a block away) into the same subway car as me, with an heir of that German Italian team mother of a Jefferson Davis Richard the III type, in stupid Podunk black and even dumber sun glasses in blue and black, mouthing I was crazy after I started saying that the Lega detective was insulting me as a coffee drinker (southern Italian) ,with a filthy Hapsburg indebted child saying no no in Austrian and leaving the train among with her adult companion, for a gassing expedition arranged by a non-structured,re-alternative, gas punctured left nostril whore with gay slicing and diceing while not overtly bashing short short hair, then puffed on top in an homage to aphrodisiac nazifascist and neo confederate cannibalism, offending me with a pizza box.
Whole Foods Bowery did its best to not identify the coffee I bought as not decaf, at the register, charging me more for calling that to her attention, constructed a two paned mirror by the oil bottles through a Heidrich, the same good Irish cops would smash in bars whenever they caught Margaret Sanger staring in them.
I was Pol Potted by a Court Jap Hirohito guy at the entrance, and figured that Davis, Anastasia, Colonna, Mott, Este,Rockefeller, Reinhart had fans at a Spring Street and Mulberry Street bar that was happy about flinging people abducted from Africa to the sharks for the confederacy, and thus funded and founded Fort Bragg, which still feeds on us to this day.
Spring is green, Frank Marzella's son married a Springly, "adopted" an allegedly satanic cult escapee named Autumn in his late teens, early twenties, how I don't know,and the Lega wears green, they say for Verdi, but who knows what Nazi Spring street.
Seems like Rockefeller Anastasia are false Jews as "Levy" and, through Honeywell, plan on claiming I'm Juan Valdes escaping the Migra, well deserving of a Nazi Me-HI-co concentration camp instead. This also through civil court at "111 Centre Street".
Not
my
idea
of
vacuous
states
More Trouble in Hell, gassings and skinnings, two bits:
Marilla Palmer declares, through Saint Nicholas amplification, at 196th And Northern Boulevard, Queens, still New York City, that the immediate area, in particular my apartment, are dibs for her. No one has my keys, not even my mother, so feel free to shoot. Hey, why not make a party of it?
So anyway, my mother thought it a good idea to pipe in boiling water through the outside watering hose, to skin gays with and gas me by altering ducts in my apartment so she and her insufferable family, which I need to capitalize in ESTRANGED BY CHOICE BY ME due to deaf ears and good intentions, can look palatable to Mussolini, Alessandra. At the rate they're going, and for more than 15 vociferous years, they have made it tempting to throw in the thyme.
My mother seized by who knows what, also believes she can be the next Queen of Italy. So do her sisters, because bothering and murdering me will make them famous.
The Salvation Army, is also coordinating all activity today, with their usual alacrity to coalesce with the fascist element present, for retro reasons, in the world today, there most notably in "black" as a Colonna, whom I don't know, but whenever I do shop at the Steinway Street thrift, always starts on Alex rants as if that were common practice to abduct children in the US, and believe that targeting a person by name actually means knowing them, a granted treaty benefit added in exchange for mules, acres, and chicken in pots.
For that matter, Jon Stewart may be able to escape his life as a wet nurse by way of ambulance, running (I would) from his latest nurse, Maria Leon, who shouts that infiltrating Intel just proves they have contacts, mostly family with Betullah Me Sud, are important and are getting places, by his continued insistence that I do congress with children, family, and people who make my name, and that Leon is my best pen pal, having always been, and always will be as he offers my ovaries as a side for a surf and turf special, because they are his to auction off, and Maria Leon will knock me out through audible, and for her, irresistible lickings, kickings, groanings, comings, and comings more, that I seized by the mad sexual rapture, will fall enamored by her imitation of an anti-Semitic femme fatale, and fall into a world of perversion so thorough, her molar yanking Tapiero friends will have me accept Ben Leon's hand in marriage, so that even Jackson Heights row houses can have their way in Hispanic, with me, as concealed, ha ha and ha fascist spies.
There's someone barking something outside, also having decided, through extensive podunk analysis, that stalking me on buses, shouting I should wear skirts, get beat up by fascist thugs my mother organized to threaten me at Waldbaums, Crocheron Avenue and Francis Lewis, and otherwise cut my hair to be and think just like her, like no one else but her, like her, her and her. Puddin' proof when she broke in my minimalist apartment to add doilies here and there, stacking things here, piling them up there, adding a good awful turquoise crate because muted is a temperament I cannot withhold by race, and what have you. Lately she had my ice trays altered with a brittle plastic so they would break, and threw a dirty turquoise one in the trash. After a day I found it in her sink, beckoning, use me, I'm thicker, use meeeee, use meeeee, so I can humiliate you further, and further...
Marilla Palmer declares, through Saint Nicholas amplification, at 196th And Northern Boulevard, Queens, still New York City, that the immediate area, in particular my apartment, are dibs for her. No one has my keys, not even my mother, so feel free to shoot. Hey, why not make a party of it?
So anyway, my mother thought it a good idea to pipe in boiling water through the outside watering hose, to skin gays with and gas me by altering ducts in my apartment so she and her insufferable family, which I need to capitalize in ESTRANGED BY CHOICE BY ME due to deaf ears and good intentions, can look palatable to Mussolini, Alessandra. At the rate they're going, and for more than 15 vociferous years, they have made it tempting to throw in the thyme.
My mother seized by who knows what, also believes she can be the next Queen of Italy. So do her sisters, because bothering and murdering me will make them famous.
The Salvation Army, is also coordinating all activity today, with their usual alacrity to coalesce with the fascist element present, for retro reasons, in the world today, there most notably in "black" as a Colonna, whom I don't know, but whenever I do shop at the Steinway Street thrift, always starts on Alex rants as if that were common practice to abduct children in the US, and believe that targeting a person by name actually means knowing them, a granted treaty benefit added in exchange for mules, acres, and chicken in pots.
For that matter, Jon Stewart may be able to escape his life as a wet nurse by way of ambulance, running (I would) from his latest nurse, Maria Leon, who shouts that infiltrating Intel just proves they have contacts, mostly family with Betullah Me Sud, are important and are getting places, by his continued insistence that I do congress with children, family, and people who make my name, and that Leon is my best pen pal, having always been, and always will be as he offers my ovaries as a side for a surf and turf special, because they are his to auction off, and Maria Leon will knock me out through audible, and for her, irresistible lickings, kickings, groanings, comings, and comings more, that I seized by the mad sexual rapture, will fall enamored by her imitation of an anti-Semitic femme fatale, and fall into a world of perversion so thorough, her molar yanking Tapiero friends will have me accept Ben Leon's hand in marriage, so that even Jackson Heights row houses can have their way in Hispanic, with me, as concealed, ha ha and ha fascist spies.
There's someone barking something outside, also having decided, through extensive podunk analysis, that stalking me on buses, shouting I should wear skirts, get beat up by fascist thugs my mother organized to threaten me at Waldbaums, Crocheron Avenue and Francis Lewis, and otherwise cut my hair to be and think just like her, like no one else but her, like her, her and her. Puddin' proof when she broke in my minimalist apartment to add doilies here and there, stacking things here, piling them up there, adding a good awful turquoise crate because muted is a temperament I cannot withhold by race, and what have you. Lately she had my ice trays altered with a brittle plastic so they would break, and threw a dirty turquoise one in the trash. After a day I found it in her sink, beckoning, use me, I'm thicker, use meeeee, use meeeee, so I can humiliate you further, and further...
Monday, July 15, 2013
More damage:
Frank Marzella, at 187 Hickory Hills Drive, Waterbury Connecticut, responsible.
Estranged in law, as equally estranged for these reasons, like the rest of my family.
My cutting dish, a Home Target purchase in Valley Stream, Nassau County, where Attorney General Rice operates, now has an excrescence that makes me a"nigger".
Next? My paring knife.
Shows me, huh?
I just add it to the rent bill, since it's their party.
No one has the keys to my apartment but me.
So, all these are break ins, no sign of forced entry.
The Marzella have two maggots of theirs in cars in the area, ready to access my apartment if I leave, just to show me. I report it, have things to do, and they'll get caught, eventually. Keep on showing me.
Marilla Palmer, Maria Mittler and Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei involved in food poisoning, and alterations in the Queens area, Auburndale, Bayside.
I went to water my plants?
Came back to:
1) Scallions,wilted, bought only two days ago. Palmer, a Colonna Borghese fascist whore connected to the Anastasia Provenzano crime rings, living in Greenpoint boasted about arranging for my mother to do so. They're sold at Waldbaums;
2) The food processing container I use for scraps altered: while the old handle faced the operator, the new is tilted at a 35-45 angle.
My Doubleday cookbook?
Altered beyond recognition by claiming weight information for portions is found elsewhere in the book, and claiming periwinkle is a shellfish, not a wax crayon color (I use wax paper) and that ferns are edible. This was done in conjunction with Condalisa Rice. Jumbled, Rice is church candles, in Italian, and she recriminates the abduction and torture of Italian citizens and US personnel in Northern Italy during '43-'45,where her absolutist officiants would burn nipples and the tips of penises off their abducted, called by them dead to the world outside, and the justice system for being a "lower race". After the torture the maimed abducted would be fed urine and fecal matter in a room, gradually being mutilated for aphrodisiac food.Their bodies would then be transformed in a poultice for nazifascist neo con scoprophiliacs after an extended immersion in a tank, in a specific room in the brothel.
I went to water my plants?
Came back to:
1) Scallions,wilted, bought only two days ago. Palmer, a Colonna Borghese fascist whore connected to the Anastasia Provenzano crime rings, living in Greenpoint boasted about arranging for my mother to do so. They're sold at Waldbaums;
2) The food processing container I use for scraps altered: while the old handle faced the operator, the new is tilted at a 35-45 angle.
My Doubleday cookbook?
Altered beyond recognition by claiming weight information for portions is found elsewhere in the book, and claiming periwinkle is a shellfish, not a wax crayon color (I use wax paper) and that ferns are edible. This was done in conjunction with Condalisa Rice. Jumbled, Rice is church candles, in Italian, and she recriminates the abduction and torture of Italian citizens and US personnel in Northern Italy during '43-'45,where her absolutist officiants would burn nipples and the tips of penises off their abducted, called by them dead to the world outside, and the justice system for being a "lower race". After the torture the maimed abducted would be fed urine and fecal matter in a room, gradually being mutilated for aphrodisiac food.Their bodies would then be transformed in a poultice for nazifascist neo con scoprophiliacs after an extended immersion in a tank, in a specific room in the brothel.
Found: sawn bed frame, at a screw connection. Damage caused by my mother, and her fascist friend, Filippa Caetta, who stated:
"your mother and I don't want you modern."
911, New York Police Department cover:
a deafening beep played at silent call acceptance, then same after voice responded, always the same tone, in African American Ethnic, Middle Class:
1 @ 11:02AM;
4 @ 11:04AM;
2 @ 11:05AM;
1 @ 11:06AM.
The last, also at 11:06,badgered me about location and presence at. A previous mentioned "ambulance".
My mother, out watering the plants as I was about to do the same with food processed vegetable scraps and water, said she would beat me with a broom if I did not pay her rent, detracting for recent damage to goods. I said I would call the police. She threw a basket's content on the stairs. I went on my way, not picking anything up.
The food processor I use to process the scraps is coated with almost insoluble stratae of grease. She threw a peach pit in a bag containing frozen scraps, and added another in the watering container I use. I wrote of my idea to satirize food and nutrition production in a cookbook also connecting the reader with organizations supporting reform on a Daily Show post last week. I saw an article in The New York Times, predating the satirical approach to some years past, and organizing two restaurants to punish me in a Nazi way, should I complain about intellectual theft. My mother also thought that today was as good a day as any to support Monsanto. I buy organic.
"your mother and I don't want you modern."
911, New York Police Department cover:
a deafening beep played at silent call acceptance, then same after voice responded, always the same tone, in African American Ethnic, Middle Class:
1 @ 11:02AM;
4 @ 11:04AM;
2 @ 11:05AM;
1 @ 11:06AM.
The last, also at 11:06,badgered me about location and presence at. A previous mentioned "ambulance".
My mother, out watering the plants as I was about to do the same with food processed vegetable scraps and water, said she would beat me with a broom if I did not pay her rent, detracting for recent damage to goods. I said I would call the police. She threw a basket's content on the stairs. I went on my way, not picking anything up.
The food processor I use to process the scraps is coated with almost insoluble stratae of grease. She threw a peach pit in a bag containing frozen scraps, and added another in the watering container I use. I wrote of my idea to satirize food and nutrition production in a cookbook also connecting the reader with organizations supporting reform on a Daily Show post last week. I saw an article in The New York Times, predating the satirical approach to some years past, and organizing two restaurants to punish me in a Nazi way, should I complain about intellectual theft. My mother also thought that today was as good a day as any to support Monsanto. I buy organic.
"Figlia mia, se non acconsentisci a tutto quello che voglio io e la mia famiglia ti distruggo!"
Emilia De Cristofaro, da un inferno accanto a Casal Di Principe, dove il sequestro di donne e' immobiliare, e purtroppo, da sposata, Maffei. Mio padre lavorava, e non grazie a gente da verminaio come lei.
Early Morning Coffee, for the Grumpy in You:
NYPD coordinates all activity around my mother's battle cry "MY DAUGHTER IS A TERRORIST!"
8:15AM. All hell breaks loose at collaborationist '43-'45 operational Cassino, and South Pacific, internal betrayal to favor Loyalist interests Saint Nicholas, a Greek Orthodox church which chimes Big Ben tunes on the hour, when non pedophiles or prey are not within hearing;
Locals involved, Kazan inspired collaborationists like Tracey Stewart and husband, doin' it for the Jew in them, Michele Serra and Ellekappa, who, for a fondness of children and a lack of for Southern Italians, do collaborate, but from a new expansion.
My mother's excuse?
Her brittle take on her own reality led her to limited access to prey through her damaging and impeding every single venture I have ever engaged in, because she enjoys giving me grief, and it will make her family important, in the future, the cheap thrill of sailing ships, thinking that a woman, who uses cable wiring to support tomato plants instead of the hardwood stakes I bought at a near by gardening supply store, and lives without the upper row of teeth on advise of a Chamberlain contact with her claws sunk deep in Sicily and Napoli, is truly beautiful inside, and outside, and in a completely estranged relative, Frank Marzella's eyes, the same who colluded me as a walk on for 9/11through some Anastasia, who inherited their looks also from Rockefeller and "Borghese" the X MAS fascist marine division leader nicknamed, appropriately, "the Black Prince".
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Allied Forces business:snuff film and cannibalism quota,organized through Alley Pond Park and Samantha Bee, also with estranged family: Cavallo, Luisa and Gina Monica
Alley Pond Park-Bayside Little Neck area, personnel, an Aline, Jewish, via a Greek "education" contact rearranged here at Saint Nicholas, Auburndale, Queens arrange for abductions, and genocide, luring other "races" from left to right. An Elan Portnoy contact. Charges: sponsoring and backing environmentally sound programs as a reportable offense to Nazifascist, Neo Confederate infiltrated elements in governmental and non agencies;
Samantha Bee will have me trailed all day tomorrow by same element, arranged through constant spying at 196-37/39 45th Avenue, Flushing NewYork, which may also be a Cavallo connected base.The house numbers have been wrong since we first moved here, in 2010, and are on movable slats.
Cavallo,Gina and Luisa Monica share with Bee Virgin Mobile- Sprint-Assurance Mobile, Lifeline governmental and 911 NYPD , Citibank infiltrated contacts and operate on a Neo Con contract for same commerce listed above. Infiltration in Assurance/Virgin wipes out account after home invasion murder by debit card coordination; Citibank by bank account number. Connected to the latter: Marilla Palmer, Maria Leon, Ellen Hinds. Federal Student Loans also affected.
Maria Leon just hacked into my account, typing "Firces", for "Forces", I for Italian. She will kill me by race, and she's made sure that she engendered offspring for that. The best thing she could do was find Jew spermto punish Italy for defeating fascism. Latest amplified bull from Saint Nicholas'.
Samantha Bee will have me trailed all day tomorrow by same element, arranged through constant spying at 196-37/39 45th Avenue, Flushing NewYork, which may also be a Cavallo connected base.The house numbers have been wrong since we first moved here, in 2010, and are on movable slats.
Cavallo,Gina and Luisa Monica share with Bee Virgin Mobile- Sprint-Assurance Mobile, Lifeline governmental and 911 NYPD , Citibank infiltrated contacts and operate on a Neo Con contract for same commerce listed above. Infiltration in Assurance/Virgin wipes out account after home invasion murder by debit card coordination; Citibank by bank account number. Connected to the latter: Marilla Palmer, Maria Leon, Ellen Hinds. Federal Student Loans also affected.
Maria Leon just hacked into my account, typing "Firces", for "Forces", I for Italian. She will kill me by race, and she's made sure that she engendered offspring for that. The best thing she could do was find Jew spermto punish Italy for defeating fascism. Latest amplified bull from Saint Nicholas'.
Monday, July 01, 2013
world takeover by Mussolini, brotheling by De Cristofaro sisters, who have become important, and Leon who cook for the redundant
"Il tricco piu' pulito che ci sia anche perche' non intaschi niente, intaschiamo io e la mia famiglia" Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei, Maria e Ben Leon;
"I want my neighborhood here to be totally nazifascist , then to Bayside, then we take over the world" Alessandra Mussolini.
So, local cops, 111, Queens and my mother seem to arrange a system where they warn nazifascist neo confederate abusers, lately older women, since Ben Leon thought he'd keep the competition for himself, and claim I'm into my mother, living in my apartment as her dog. This is how it works: a local relay is created as to when I scratch my ass, which is then conveyed to the interested parties, who walk on by abusing, for them without any risk, or, just to enjoy the thrill of a racist chase.
I step out at about 2:00PM?
Here's what happens. My mother's car pulls up almost immediately, she tells me not to take license plates down, and then stalks me up the block, parking as I observe traffic forming, in a residential area, at this ungodly hour.
This is what I get for a drop of used clothing at a nearby collection box, affiliated with environmental concerns:
a light drizzle catches an older Asian woman and a toddler waiting for me, making noise, at the outside of my door, hissing " shut up about this, or..." they head from the backyard of 27, incorrectly marked 25, and plummet into the driveway of 21,also incorrectly marked. I speculate as to who is Chinese of the two, but not for long.
A male Asian from who knows where, surreptitiously appears with a white shopping bag and what resembles a manila envelope, to remind me of my racial guilt in miming Tagalog, a Marilla Palmer contact, who informs her that yes, I'm still seeing if he's accessing my apartment as he ambles down my street.In full response, a turquoise 60's something model vehicle, sent on the express Spy v Spy mission by an Eagle's Nest aficionado of my mothers' in Florida, who finds it hard to hide her true feelings about Italians, Paula Hendricks, drives by at bier speed, in case the tires slip on the drizzle and mar the not for them to mar asphalt.
Older women in short gray haircuts reminding one not of Monroe, but of Mc Carthy, Eugene shoot out from houses nearby:
One from the corner of 196th and 45th, another from the North East area of same, a third heading West on 45th, all at 1:45PM. They came to oogle at my Frida Kahlo -who?- button.
A car pile up ensues:
a NISSAN cop special NY DFG 386 (missed last digit, possibly a 5 );
Tonto, in NY FZL 7433;
a street corner pickup nurse walks by in maroon, holding an umbrella for an Asian woman, since the message here is I can't marry to hold an umbrella for a non Asian woman, posing as my mother, to stress how undutiful I simply am, and what the consequences will be;
as they walk West on 45th, a UPS delivery man lands for 27. I ask him if the address is marked 25, he says yes;
As I stand by my house, NY EXS 2573 pulls up for the house next door, about thirty-five to forty feet away, and, embracing an LG TeeVee in the steadily increasing drizzle, a male youth, believing himself to be handsome, delivers it to 39, still listed incorrectly as 37, but on movable slats. A whore opens the door, her eyes beaming luminously at the set, lips folded into an appreciative smile.
Cars, as look out presences:
NY GAD 3539;
A cop SUV, paying abeyance in flat characters, in an apparent NY HAIREKIN;
And,
strategically placed:
NY DSL 9684, in case you needed to recall there may be jobs around to fuck student loan recipients over, like they did me;
and
NY BWX 9812.
Carrying my donations in a Hello Kitty bag elicited its own variation of precipitousness:
A Greek Swedish meatball smorgasboards in magenta and black printer ink from the steamer's captain quarters, directly in front of Saint Nicholas, from 4314 A, where I've always seen Asians, if one were to say, say, Asians;
On my way back, a woman, in desperately disappointed overweight Susan drags two small children along, without the aid of an umbrella; For that matter, other triplets consisting of two adults, and a younger, did quiver in a half stomp on the avenue, without a parapluie;
An intercept, organized at the East Flushing Library, where children are seen as adorable little tikes by a beckoning heroin dealer turned librarian, clambered into a car listed as NY FFF-8515;
A woman, for no perceivable reason, was running back to her alcoved, imaginary bay window from way down the corner, runs to its side entrance, and hides spiritually in the bushes, waiting for the bridge to lift. No car in sight to symbolize transportation, legs worked well enough. I've seen small children skeet toward that direction when I went on late night walks, the reigning deity forbid!
The intercept dragging two children by the arms was arranged by Iolanda Tozzi, an estranged cousin of mine, who has been a spy for my mother for as long as I can remember, including giving her a letter I asked her to mail to a partner, whose angry words at my father and mother brought about my head being banged in ceramic tile repetitively by my mother, along with one day in which she chose to alter both my haircut and clothing to match hers, until she would drive me crazy, like Good Ole Benito would, shaking and baking my personality to her pleasing until I conformed to aluminum loaf pans. Self same cousin, believes, and firmly, that her husband is a state policeman, and she graduated from a Milanese University in law. Her other cousin, Sandra (not a family name) Marzella, who also cannot be traced by her vocation at her hospital of choice, will endorse that check. This blast from the past was to create a situation in which my password to this blog could be stolen: I've been having trouble with facebook lately, and I've had to change this password twice in two days.
Addenda, as for increased local area initiatives: A relative of Samantha Bee's ski'd out of a local winery after she 'd arranged for my bill not to be paid by the same account she tried to defraud me out of $40.00, just to prove I was hopelessly evil and a dead beat, based on a canned heat addiction, sometime in the future.
7th Generation is going racist through Maria Leon, and 28 on 196-45th, who had a relative surveil what alternative I may solicit, since, lately, there has been an odd traffic of Nazi cannibal Indian Dutch loyalist maidens waiting to be reborn, and to start money laundering through their own purchases, since they'll break into load mine with gunk due to the liquid nature of soap products, with the security seal removed even from its supermarket shelves, just to give the idea of future possibilities, 'cause I don't deserve it, being an alien race.
The last attack can be summarized into a Norman Rockwell holograph walking on 45th, after staring at me through her bluettes, protected by her plastic lenses, with the male polyandrist gaze from 36 hanging for dead life to his wife's lawn, to pin it to the ground, until all celebrities come to roost in his she male's, but not quite's, mouth. The same one that American dreams of murdering an Italian, and moving to live in one of the more genteel versions of the Carolinas.
"I want my neighborhood here to be totally nazifascist , then to Bayside, then we take over the world" Alessandra Mussolini.
So, local cops, 111, Queens and my mother seem to arrange a system where they warn nazifascist neo confederate abusers, lately older women, since Ben Leon thought he'd keep the competition for himself, and claim I'm into my mother, living in my apartment as her dog. This is how it works: a local relay is created as to when I scratch my ass, which is then conveyed to the interested parties, who walk on by abusing, for them without any risk, or, just to enjoy the thrill of a racist chase.
I step out at about 2:00PM?
Here's what happens. My mother's car pulls up almost immediately, she tells me not to take license plates down, and then stalks me up the block, parking as I observe traffic forming, in a residential area, at this ungodly hour.
This is what I get for a drop of used clothing at a nearby collection box, affiliated with environmental concerns:
a light drizzle catches an older Asian woman and a toddler waiting for me, making noise, at the outside of my door, hissing " shut up about this, or..." they head from the backyard of 27, incorrectly marked 25, and plummet into the driveway of 21,also incorrectly marked. I speculate as to who is Chinese of the two, but not for long.
A male Asian from who knows where, surreptitiously appears with a white shopping bag and what resembles a manila envelope, to remind me of my racial guilt in miming Tagalog, a Marilla Palmer contact, who informs her that yes, I'm still seeing if he's accessing my apartment as he ambles down my street.In full response, a turquoise 60's something model vehicle, sent on the express Spy v Spy mission by an Eagle's Nest aficionado of my mothers' in Florida, who finds it hard to hide her true feelings about Italians, Paula Hendricks, drives by at bier speed, in case the tires slip on the drizzle and mar the not for them to mar asphalt.
Older women in short gray haircuts reminding one not of Monroe, but of Mc Carthy, Eugene shoot out from houses nearby:
One from the corner of 196th and 45th, another from the North East area of same, a third heading West on 45th, all at 1:45PM. They came to oogle at my Frida Kahlo -who?- button.
A car pile up ensues:
a NISSAN cop special NY DFG 386 (missed last digit, possibly a 5 );
Tonto, in NY FZL 7433;
a street corner pickup nurse walks by in maroon, holding an umbrella for an Asian woman, since the message here is I can't marry to hold an umbrella for a non Asian woman, posing as my mother, to stress how undutiful I simply am, and what the consequences will be;
as they walk West on 45th, a UPS delivery man lands for 27. I ask him if the address is marked 25, he says yes;
As I stand by my house, NY EXS 2573 pulls up for the house next door, about thirty-five to forty feet away, and, embracing an LG TeeVee in the steadily increasing drizzle, a male youth, believing himself to be handsome, delivers it to 39, still listed incorrectly as 37, but on movable slats. A whore opens the door, her eyes beaming luminously at the set, lips folded into an appreciative smile.
Cars, as look out presences:
NY GAD 3539;
A cop SUV, paying abeyance in flat characters, in an apparent NY HAIREKIN;
And,
strategically placed:
NY DSL 9684, in case you needed to recall there may be jobs around to fuck student loan recipients over, like they did me;
and
NY BWX 9812.
Carrying my donations in a Hello Kitty bag elicited its own variation of precipitousness:
A Greek Swedish meatball smorgasboards in magenta and black printer ink from the steamer's captain quarters, directly in front of Saint Nicholas, from 4314 A, where I've always seen Asians, if one were to say, say, Asians;
On my way back, a woman, in desperately disappointed overweight Susan drags two small children along, without the aid of an umbrella; For that matter, other triplets consisting of two adults, and a younger, did quiver in a half stomp on the avenue, without a parapluie;
An intercept, organized at the East Flushing Library, where children are seen as adorable little tikes by a beckoning heroin dealer turned librarian, clambered into a car listed as NY FFF-8515;
A woman, for no perceivable reason, was running back to her alcoved, imaginary bay window from way down the corner, runs to its side entrance, and hides spiritually in the bushes, waiting for the bridge to lift. No car in sight to symbolize transportation, legs worked well enough. I've seen small children skeet toward that direction when I went on late night walks, the reigning deity forbid!
The intercept dragging two children by the arms was arranged by Iolanda Tozzi, an estranged cousin of mine, who has been a spy for my mother for as long as I can remember, including giving her a letter I asked her to mail to a partner, whose angry words at my father and mother brought about my head being banged in ceramic tile repetitively by my mother, along with one day in which she chose to alter both my haircut and clothing to match hers, until she would drive me crazy, like Good Ole Benito would, shaking and baking my personality to her pleasing until I conformed to aluminum loaf pans. Self same cousin, believes, and firmly, that her husband is a state policeman, and she graduated from a Milanese University in law. Her other cousin, Sandra (not a family name) Marzella, who also cannot be traced by her vocation at her hospital of choice, will endorse that check. This blast from the past was to create a situation in which my password to this blog could be stolen: I've been having trouble with facebook lately, and I've had to change this password twice in two days.
Addenda, as for increased local area initiatives: A relative of Samantha Bee's ski'd out of a local winery after she 'd arranged for my bill not to be paid by the same account she tried to defraud me out of $40.00, just to prove I was hopelessly evil and a dead beat, based on a canned heat addiction, sometime in the future.
7th Generation is going racist through Maria Leon, and 28 on 196-45th, who had a relative surveil what alternative I may solicit, since, lately, there has been an odd traffic of Nazi cannibal Indian Dutch loyalist maidens waiting to be reborn, and to start money laundering through their own purchases, since they'll break into load mine with gunk due to the liquid nature of soap products, with the security seal removed even from its supermarket shelves, just to give the idea of future possibilities, 'cause I don't deserve it, being an alien race.
The last attack can be summarized into a Norman Rockwell holograph walking on 45th, after staring at me through her bluettes, protected by her plastic lenses, with the male polyandrist gaze from 36 hanging for dead life to his wife's lawn, to pin it to the ground, until all celebrities come to roost in his she male's, but not quite's, mouth. The same one that American dreams of murdering an Italian, and moving to live in one of the more genteel versions of the Carolinas.
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