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".