The Empire Building Strikes Back, or, how podunk 111 Precinct Queens Cops plan to grow the building big with bombs, use names, addresses, passwords connected to, say shows like anything on msnbc through Maddow, blame this pool for false arrests because Wilma next door bakes a better blueberry pie than her, then will switch from their bibs and feeding spoons and wear officer uniforms in the next war they provoke as retaliation.

Details to follow:

Whole Foods: A dyed blonde plastic resembling a State Department Rice, 111 Officer Daniels, local specialist in false arrests arranged from the Mittelr's driveway, light brown haired acolyte, and a Golden Dawn piece of trash plastic from the first Spielberg Harrison Ford series, his first wife sit at a table they know I'll use-a long standing tradition, since, at 196-37.39 45th Avenue Auburndale they, like the Chechen fundamentalist leader, thought they'd do well simulating the features of an Israeli commander published in Time Magazine, Special Volume, same as the Boston Marathon bomber's face, and same as a cheap imitation of Avigail, an Israeli gangster they imitated, from the same address, and for the Royal Crown of England, a long tradition, since two Hungarians like the Mittlers at 48.63 211th Street Bayside Hills, NYC look like Sting and Elizabeth Taylor.

They try to start a fight, talk disgusting where the Polish live comments, baby goes to clubs and is interested in kindergarten kids too, mention my name continuously with disgust not even expecting a response, but putting in time to be seen around me, so they can say, at a later date, that the 24/7 instances of stalking, name mentioning etc are way too frequent to be anything but true.

The dyed oil slickbaby boasts  she uses my social security card- I had about six, all gone from my files-stolen by Maria Leon, @ 33.39 88th Street, Jackson Heights, NYC, says 'Alehandra we need to know what you do because we're weird cops' start discussing schools in their zone, my social security card again, then start discussing kindergarten kids, reminding me of the Little Red Schoolhouse job Maria Leon claimed she had, without a proper degree, but then again that Anastasia team dropped all college classes except for the ones they were taking with me for a sweeter murder deal for my house. She says she's a career criminal, they steal children and are 'integrated' in the police department, gets on the cell quickly to warn Daniels, whom she calls 'Danielle' that I'm also using my cell, and admits to murdering Hoffman with an overdose of heroin during a night break in, no sign of forced entry, laughing, saying she needs the money. Her cell plays a whistle I've been hearing around me for the past month, then Indiana Jones says 'thinking of you 5% became 10% of worth', starts organizing again for the Trader Joe's v Whole Foods job, and gestures toward me, intimating her annoyance and disgust at having to even sit next to me, her 'Chewabacca' which I've heard here, there, everywhere for the past 13 or so years...

Maria Leon lives by 34th Street, which in Nazi works out to Avenue, and approached me at Queens College along with Carol Anastasia, Paul Polivko to murder me for my house, and because I created a film club and showed Eisenstein, Clair, Cocteau, and should not have. He was covered by the same podunks, 4 in number and with same hair color as the light brown haired Daniels contact, with nary a complaint recorded. On top of which after that Leon disappears from the college, Anastasia disappears from the college, Polivko dropped all the classes except for the ones I was in without telling me, and they all knew that my father was a musician, which I never told them, and that he had been at the opening of the Empire State Building as the musical director for CBS at the time. Johnson's connections there are also collecting me as a pizza bearer to the gods for the fun of calling me a whore, when I'ma university professor.

so I thinks....