Having Sex with my Trash:

Queens College hit, coordinated by Bill Di Blasio, the Minister of Equal Opportunity for Women in Italy, who blocked my access to the web through Ben Leon @ Time Warner and google's blogger, my Breakingnewts, Anastasia, noted infiltrants in democratic associations, and in Media Studies at Queens, Ballsack Tree, famous, along with Leon,  for the Indian campaigns that chopped off vaginas of indigenous North Americans for Hapsburg connected soldiers who also mounted African American heads on gypsy glass ball stands, see Portnoy's Indiana University and NSA connection to getting Jews to trust him in Judy Garland @ Saint Louis, Maria Leon, her other contact, a Ruffo also, still going strong in Columbia, and possibly related to the Escobar, a jackass whore family still sending mail to my house as if they live here, all received  on a recent campaign begun as soon as my mother  my mother went on vacation, calling itself Indian Cunt Bag in ethnic and Carol Anastasia being his sidekick, to get rid of people fighting for the revolution in 1775,who George Wilbur "integrated" in the CIA convinced he could make something of me from the '90's on to cover up for a deal involving me being defrauded of what amounts to be my share of about 1 mil, 2 mil in sales of real estate property for no reason at all but greed and my respect for the US constitution,  Leon was also instrumental in stealing a reply received from Justice Blackmun to a letter I had sent. Immediate bones collector Gonzales walking out of 196-28 45th Avenue ambled to his car, a black Hyundai with chrome high gloss appliques from Bavaria NY license plate GKU 5943,drinking something in a large Styrofoam cup until I walked in then proceeded to the trash they arranged for the Sanitation Department not to pickup for Condalisa Rice and her 911 team, who need to be calmed by the caller saying something in self debasing ethnic if not they require an address for a crime on a missing bus, and that, in African American Female Genitalia. Maria Leon, also under thought out cover of Steinem's close by in a Gym at Fresh Meadows, for a better shot at me, in an effort to console Jon Stewart at having married a dud, came at the thought of slicing off a vagina which explains why she is pushing him toward a sex operation, after he adjusted his "Jew" nose for her, and his coccix bone, now a cute little swine tail remainder from Satan, in her shawled bigoted zombie glory from Ah Si Si land. Just to get to me, and for the reasons previously stated his coccix resembling Wilie Coyote's snout too, based on an Aldobrandini  model who bored me to tears in a similar family set up in Italy who walked by my rental congratulating himself that it was a fascist neighborhood.

THUS FOLLOWED BY A PLAY BY PLAY EFFORT TO MAKE ME A BOMB BEARING GANIMEDE

11.29.13 @ 8.26AM> 8:45AM . In a tone bearing conspiracy code Betullah Me Sud under drone attack, but Gonzales displaying dish rags on the wall should the sliced vagina collusion be alluded to even in a passing thought-and you pondered with dread the KGB-started saying I'm in, I got her latest drop, it's wrapped tight, I don't know what it is - a seriesof garbage bags harboring as a fugitive a mile of their duct tape they left behind on my property in case of an opportunity, wrapped around and a regular garbage bag-...Gonzales, checking through citizen paid agency access internet law enforcement monitoring says next time he'll blame me for substituting my trash bags, easily decomposable, with a more resistant strain of overblown paranoid inducing vinyl, marked fun to strangle children under three with since my mother uses a found bassinet from a past tenant as a laundry basket, code Ballsack says, you're in too deep, from Saint Nick's amplification, both having lowered my grade by one with a B, the latter truly adventurously in a motorbike way altering my grade post facto, then even switching year and semester in a planted transcript, both so sloppy only mass slaughter, a governmental change and the CIA could get them out of it, hence George Bush, who at least does aid Yale University, his and Gonzales' common alma mater, where my train suffered the same blackout effort my computer usually does when I create a neologism. Hell, Queens College loved me so much it lost a final grade for an A+ Masters in literature, thanks to Elan -slamming yarmulka on  a homey Yom Kippur table saying I cannot stand this travesty anymore- and whose father resembled Strassen, and who has, through George Bush, the entire billion of "Scholls" clone plastic surgeries ambling around me for months, simulating New York population at work on the sidewalk at coffee break times-Portnoy's call to duty by none other than Rinaldina Russell, or a I should be home on pension but have been asked to teach still professor, for a Dante class.She also firmly denied, in class, and to me,  that the Hohenstraufen, today's Hohenstaufen, put yellow ball caps on Jews, and red veils on all women other than their direct relatives calling them whores, to then set them off to Mann's Death in Venice way back in 1100 and whose Marilla Palmer art department at Queens College History One adjunct and proud of it ho, measures pharaoh's skulls, the round nape being unacceptably 'Fro, this in an institute of upper learning, bothered not only creating Jacobins as a religious abbey in my Oxford Dictionary through a Cynthia Hoffsommer from Salisbury State College, but a Lord Salisbury partial to Perdue chicken I found everywhere after, lately with blood strains in them, when I shop, connected to a cheap publisher at Dryfoos', to phonetically explicate the Dreyfus affair as atavistic, The New York Times who scams an interview out of the amplification, and psychological torture, because he wants democracy dead. 

So,

as he tries to decrit the bags, Ben Leon somberly communicates a "Good Luck"-he had his Little Chemist bomb set  with him too-from Jon Stewart and The Daily Show team a heartfelt, and somber: " "From all of us at Comedy Central too"driving home through another allegory how BossMean goes through the three Stooges of  1) Talk for yourself; 2) But we have Litizzetto on our side and 3) THAT Italian talent! for cover ups involving Krupps, also Queens College indebted to Gonzales, setting fire to Italian factory workers, which both Williams and Steinem both declare was merited because for the former A) All Italians are criminals, no, they invented organized crime,it was aristocratic before, and for the latter, B) Williams is a beautiful African woman of supermarket @ NYU descent,smack by Gristede's also an aristocratic Greek venture, including captured non slavists towns in Acheaia and more, from Homeric times, through the house of Atreus and Helen of Agamemnon, and so on.

And,

The New York Times publisher also swears he'll pull out all my teeth for George Bush, who just gave him the contract, "for I am a Jew" because I' m a 1775 revolutionary, which contract is now vied by Maddow,an intrinsic but non celebrated force behind the Oklahoma City bombings, hidden usually behind drink, a tiny little cunt to lick "into perdition" for not being of a "proper" race, and her liberal sunscreen.

Finally,

oh, about 8:45AM, Gonzales gives up on caution, throwing the Little Chemist Kit in the backseat, and slashes in the garbage wrap with a knife, much like my more recyclable garbage bags, where he's cast armholes recently for one, along with 196-28 45th Avenue, in her hair dropped everywhere in my apartment mood, I guess for a quick rip and tear to plant evidence. A cry rises from his desert:

"That fucking bitch she put nothing in here but dirty stuff!"

with Peter Mittler, who I never even was within a foot to, is broadcast on claiming the alteration of texts in New York Public Library until they shut down for good a commission he took from George Bush, -and proud of it too!- since he;s a slumming Uzbecki Spencer prince slumming un lower Bayside, servant's quarters, and sleeping in the same room,like a trough filth pig from a confederacy barbeque left over, as his sister, in his mechanic father's summer mansion, who knows where,a fact he proudly broadcast when living as a hut in Bayside Hills,who knows where he is now, but does that boy ever think of me as his best stranger to claim he knows intimately.