Stalking Palmer, or the ambiguities of the English Dutch Spice and Slave Trade:

I lived at 118 East 4rth Street;
Palmer marries on Second and Second years later, as detailed on the internet, this to a band member who knew my ex fiance';

I'm on the Upper West Side?
Palmer nazi gender reconditions, slaps infants in small fridges to dismember at will, all through and for Hapsburg money through Madonna Ciccone and Cindy Lauper's chromosomal Y version of X of Kinky Boots @ 951 Columbus Avenue, at 107th Street under the yellow and crimson tide storefront Sergey Jewelry Co We Buy Gold & Diamonds, this at about 10+ PM, the street animated by her would be Hispanic Gonzales, Chair at Queens College, a Ben Leon of the 33.39 88th street, Jackson Heights, NY contact as well, who sentenced me to die if I don't fascist marry the same just so he can cannibalize me due to his Portuguese, Spanish, Greek and Italian roots sloughing off all the way to Pakistan. Currently Palmer is shouting through her zombie politics that as long as I go about alone, she'll set my trip to Mexico after me since this is simply not done. Gloria Steinem supports this since my cultural origin can only dictate I stay off the streets. The team also planted a German imperialist flag my way, by the United Nations, convinced this would arouse impulses of self destruction in the average New Yorker she and others could invest in, the actual flag being the same old.Palmer promises to carve me up. In the meantime she accesses my resting place to weaken the bone around a molar, scrape the same and eat some, as a calcium supplement after they knock me out cold with some needle I can't feel when asleep. They take turns in the art work, being an all inclusive bestial matter. This is supposedly running me out of the city. George Bush has also commissioned them to loosen my molar, and he's been waiting for it to be delivered to him for about a decade, or slightly more. I find it hard not to be affected by intense disgust, and tonight, after someone who was identified as Gonzales' child portrayed me splayed on the subway tracks, had his mother stand by a pole in front of where I would of stood if I left my post in front of a would be Guyanese urinal jaw seen before and through Ben Leon, now on the face of a male. This prompted me to move and reach for my scissors. Palmer even had some of her remnant Spice Dutch now Hispanic rent the driveway in a local Manhattan Ministorage driveway, the grate opening as I stood in front of it a general motors car loitering there for the same amount of time I stood in front of it, and then some 'til it can't kidnap me no more;

The spirit of Saint Louis seized even Jon Stewart who finally accumulated enough money to play it like a white supremacist would: put his and his anticonstitutional contact's name in a jumble on 2nd and 2nd, not to be rivaled by Palmer, who he had an affair with as well, or Ellen Stewart Way. He was laughing his way into early retirement on his show after mentioning my name constantly as if we were lovers when I haven't even met him at all, remarking loudly on how stupid I was; I no longer watch his show, but Samantha Bee, in her many confederate procurement incarnations always sends an emissary over making more appearances than Elvis on toast, always in search of a Stewart who is in hiding as frequently as he can since that's a surefire gauge of success, that and the chi chi SUV world he has finally conquered oh so much different than the pathetic littleness of Jewish experience throughout the world.

The MTA will not be left out either: today there was no trace of the C or B for a good 45 minutes in either direction from a little before 9.30pm on with Cleopatra Jones the conductor of the C downtown @116th street @10.02PM, car number 3650 said "we want you nice and ripe" having learned her lesson well by her slavist master.

I was bothered continuously, with never seen before hoarders gathering everywhere around me, hated on the train, taunted as being in Harlem! on 125th street, stairs blocked by a group walking about in pairs,and then some on the streets, trying to break-by-bother me.