GRAFFITI AND AN AMBULANCE RIDE SNAKE OIL FOR  REPAIRING MY HOUSE!

Famiglietti, 111 Queens, strikes back for Anastasia, the Leon, 311 with severe problems, the Bammy toxic chemical dumping neighbors, some, the tenant and my mother, with 'graffiti' and an ambulance ride!

Yesterday I started working on the house, which needs detailed repairs. One of which was repairing the screen door, which I painted white. I was surveilled, for about three strolls, by the tenant, who wore glittered stuff in black, with her mother calling me a bum for not wearing it in an evening in the everything you can eat buffet way. Then children started remonstrating at the would be Korean but Japanese den of ped at 27, marked 25, with guests in cars -cars!-dropping by to do just the same. The Leon sent a diplomatic delegation in cars to convey to Famiglietti, or, Bava Beccaris of  the let's charge of people claiming they're nutritionally depleted on purpose with horses 111, Queens, clone, who, these days, tells Anastasia arranged abductees to psych hospitals, along with Prince William with a fat bump on his nose to calm his nerves because he'll be entering Long Island Jewish soon as a raid cop that Medicaid and Medicare gotta go, same for cool pens, same for all disabled, who will be declared as fraudulent in front of the disability board in the sky. My mother, in her usual way, congratulates me for a job well done, says she will give me money to substitute the Eco fluoro bombillas in my hallway, aborted before conception of electrical consumption, since the same lugars of sale, and more, are now selling catholic mercury alternatives for millinery purposes, by claiming I painted a white stripe on Kerouac's road, in front of my house, since Ben Leon did claim as his own a traipse with friends to California by car, and needs to be reminded of it, and my translating Concept and Technique for a Modern Prose by same author precipitated a camcorder film declaring Kerouac, Ginsburg and Burroughs, renegades bound at non functional umbilical chords for being responsible for a murder in '45...and, suddenly, there's no money in cookie jar, and the garden hose I use to clear out chemical gunk she lets accumulate in the driveway cracks and on the aluminum siding of the house, camouflaged in the same color of the aluminum siding is now not only not operational, since the switch of a sprayer shaped as a shower head has been broken, but it was jammed so tight on the hose I needed to unscrew the same from the faucet to use water for a small job I started doing in the same area as yesterday.

So I call 311, at 10.41AM, and "Marie" answers, for Stephen Camembert, who will say, in published posts by anonymous forces grises at interesting second junctures, and  while Leon is flaying a Jew dressed as an SS in spike heeled boots, that her name is French too while his remains a trap for flageolate paranoiacs. Marie keeps on insisting to have me say on tape that I'm complaining about graffiti, and,  barring that, she'll call Verizon and have them tape the statement. She tries to get Famiglietti involved for a quick pick up, sees no way out of me mentioning that I knew it was a job arranged through the 111, Queens, and would call IAB about it, while the 11.12 311 delicatessen slicer doesn't even bother to ask, but jams my call through a dingly dangly hold straight to 911, which I abort.

The Department dealing with skunk stripe vandalism, Pepe, seems to be, in their id, the Department of Transportation, which will take 30 days to reply and act upon complaint " C as in 'cat' by Marie" 1-1-900979403, '79' being the 111, Queens, double digit Estados Unidos affliction keeping us out of jobs worldwide for the greater glory of fascism, whether we like it or not, and by Jonah's whale, they'll say we do anyway so why fight it, indoodle? Hey...waitaminute...my checking account has double digits repeated twice...hey.........what IS it? I'm being deported to an aryan camp in me-HI-co for being a lower race by a lower ritz dreaming about living in Texarcana in blond just to fuck steers to show them who's Hugo Boss around here?

For the greater glory of the Borghese, the Colonna and Alessandra Mussolini, with Bush and Rice added by way of democratic draining, my property WILL be embezzled from me!