Break in, No Sign of Forced Entry, during a supermarket jaunt. 911 cover. Area: 45th Avenue, Auburndale, Queens, between 196th Street and Francis Lewis Boulevard.

Directly responsible: older woman, a Japanese would be Korean piece of Borghese fucked trash renting, with her daughter, our second floor apartment. Fascist hit.

Time away from house:
11:55AM-1:10PM;

Evidence of Break In:
Top lock, unlocked both outer door and inner apartment door;
Tampering with material I placed for evidence;

Arranged by:
Fort Bragg false trial trade based on "race" and nationality for cannibal aphrodisiacal purposes (US citizen included) at Pier One, and Alicante gay mauling team for the English crown,in particular, Elizabeth the II, organized through  African and Asian males as a false Jew, Maria Leon, Salo' X MAS perennial affliction and gay mauling team for the English crown, Samantha Bee contact at Waldbaums, Crocheron and Francis Lewis, Marilla Palmer Zaremba, Brambilla, Lega Nord Italian concealed fascist party with English crown ties, also connected to food poisoning and nutritionally derived illnesses, Nissan;

911 cover, setting me up for a KKK eye gouging and spleen eating attack, by African American female agents, both and,by refusing to transmit vital information for the apprehension of anti democratic terrorists leave me to have to listen to this shit pig fuck maggot Borghese haul from Saint Nicholas's cult amplification that INEEDTOWASHMYDISH (one, left in the sink, unstared at, from last night)!, nobly wreckless, oblivious to any possibility of  my shooting her dead for trespassing: I go throw my trash out at 5:00AM? She pops out of the front door picked up by a church bus as if  a passing gust of wind had timed the non-stench from my garbage to announce my presence by my trash can. I do work in the garden? She's there. I return at home from buying unconvincing onions? She skittles out of a car, leaving the driver to bash my name back and forth, walking by in chiseled iron polyester pants, with a ruffled shirt decorating her torso, for seasonal reasons. There are tiny gray marks inside my lock, on my door, two, about 1/4 of an inch long, and parallel, meaning eye feeding:

Calls made: 1:09PM;
                    1:10PM.

Cars 911 refused to provide FBI antinazi unit, the Justice Department, NYPD terrorist hotline information too, in a speedy manner, coordinating both the dish extravaganza, and yesterday's Maria Leon blood in the mouth, menstrual, arranged bitch at my being born a woman, by having me walk down the feminine hygiene and depilatory cream aisle, the latter to simulate infancy, at Duane Reade, Bay Terrace area, her brother's (Ben Leon) field of REMs, also connected to her damaging my Clarks bought at Marshalls through these break ins, two days in a row, with shoe polish, Kiwi, costing a good $5.00, which the maggot trash at .the drug store would have had me buy in a shriveled dried out version pulled so far back from the rim you'd think it was hit by a curaro dart. Krupps invests in escalators she mock blocks to try to start an argument at MTA Flushing, and otherwise inhabit both Macy's and Walgreens, the firm that supposedly bought Duane Reade-I haven't checked.

Here are the licence plates, all New York:
DRJ 7368;
FFC 3219;
ECT-5290, an Audi, connected to Gonzales' and Leon' Tapiero, wanted for extradiction even by Columbia and a car used for official business, by Brambilla, infiltrated in the Italian government and the like.