Casal Di Principe, Barack Obama & Jefferson Davis gang  -the new whistle you've been hearing everywhere is also Michael Jackson's post plastic surgery face- in Department of Homeless Services, The Stadium Shelter, the Bronx, right next to the New York Police Department Task Force, at 1260 Sedgwick Avenue, 10452, 718.588.5400 and 347.649.3296 and trying to create me a terrorist at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf 005, 189 Bleecker Street New York 10012 212.673.0050.

Effects: sandpapered skin, loosened molar, two combination locks substituted by the Gonzales, or Wizard of Iz and Barack Oba' ma gangs, a continuation of the Clinton and Bush Good Works Co, one combination lock nonfunctioning at Rite Aid, 1091Ogden Avenue, Bronx, colluded by Condalisa Rice also selling same, colored Masters, at Kmart 770 Broadway by Astor Place, in White's Dutch English racist, since she keeps it doggedly local by having an Italian diplomat abducted to a Philippines prison, on false charges of pederasty, organized as black wearing Virginia VA.Orchard Street NY area Ba'hai's at local bookstores for a showoff confederate muscle.

The Italian camorra, in the meantime, is flowing in overabundant coffee shops under the Hapsburg promise, Fayda, here in New York, but that just means that the Lega is replacing the existing drug trade in Napoli, thanks to its English, and Northern Irish property seizure and diaspora contacts that translate in Bourbon, Savoia, and the Squid of Id's once Hanover with Victoria, then Windsor AND Hanover, thanks to Elizabeth the II's ability to switch last names with extreme facility, and within one generation too, since she self determines in India.

The Application "Terrorist! Terrorist!" around me, in my nothing life, and in the ever SHOUTING  andscrumcrowding and  ambulancing Bronx, for now:

4.8.14 between 7.30.8.00AM at The Stadium shelter, Bronx:

1. I unlock my locker, take sundries for shower out, go to the shower and shower. No sound of alien interpenetration heard while.

Lead Characters:

Three roommates the only local survivors still surrounding me because I wear skirts over pants, one resembling Gheddafi and Reinhardt, in black the other Gonzales, or the Wizard of Iz in Alicante, Mexico, and the third, his shaving cream, in a picture he plastered as a photography professor in class, or, Robert Cartier Bresson's Alicante, with his face in women busy displaying as a capture a tortured gay during WWII since that's what the family specializes in this during the 9/11 semester at Queens College, City University of New York. One of them thinks I need to do her will because I'm within range, the Wizard of Iz clone monitors everything I do, and when I get on the computer, dangles menacingly within 4 feet of my bed with Gheddafi, growling if she has definite proof of me being sexually lighthearted;

2. Out of the shower, with hair collecting by the drain, not mine. I flush all of its combings because they're rotten apples and need to be disposed of but I do have to sleep sometime;
I try to open my locker: my combination: 10 28 02 from the wacky blue Masters lock bought at Kmart Astor Place no longer responds to me because I'm the devil. I try to cajole it about ten times, to someone else's avail;

3. I go downstairs, to Operations. Shouting, crowding and cutting in front of me ensues. After having stolen about 200 dollars of personal property they took in their care the morning, at 3.00AM, of 3.30.14, they tell me that yes, they'll clip the lock, and no, they have no locks available;

4. I go back upstairs, and lock my other combination lock, left on the top surface of my locker, I had used until last night, combination 35 4 34. In a clear display of solidarity with worldwide one locks, it no longer opens;

5. I take a trip to Rite Aid on Ogden, the Bronx, signing the access regress docudrama only once, listening to the sign in agents claim that hey they do write the times in and out when I see none on paper, so it must be elsewhere. At the store, a man with a hat stands next to me by the Master combination locks, I pick one in purple, open it at the counter after having paid for it, and it too does not respond to the combination listed in the back in possibly a numerical system one must translate to apply, but understandable to me as 08 10 00.

6. I take a pair of scissors to another lock, on display, and open another. This lock, of a different brand, does confirm my understanding of numbers. I leave to go back to the shelter to apply same to my locker;

7. In store:

A. Nunez, some Dutch specialist of some sort translated in Hispanic, asks me to get out of the way after I buy cookies, and drapes a Famous Amos -the cookies- and vending machine inexplicably with a collapsed cartboard box, saying something unintelligible I cannot be bothered with;

B. I go to the Supervisor of all Social Workers, extension 8240, Wayne Rogers, tells me to approach my Social Worker with the issue;

C. I go to my social workers of all social workers, Andrea Mejia, extension 8233 who in our one and only meeting had already:

!. Not given me an Independent Living Plan copy of our meeting, but post dated the intake by one day;

@. Told me she also moonlighted as my housing worker in that there was no state or federal rental assistance to be had;

#. On a pink index card, written in black and vertically, writes that I can seek legal representation at:
POTS 2759 Webster Avenue, 718.220.4892, this on Thursdays, from 1.00 to 3.00PM;

$. Asks me non contiguous questions after I explained the situation as clearly as this post, to which I respond could you be clearer? then claims  I cannot prove that the combinations were related in any way to the severed remains of two locks and what could I do about that;

%. Proceeds to usufruct her contacts founded last night through the Wizard of Iz in  patrolmen form at the entrance of the shelter pointing at me saying "Bitch!" last evening at about 8.30PM, and blocks New York Police Department Internal Affairs phone line at:
4.8.14@10.52AM;
4.8.14@11.24AM;
4.8.14@1.00PM where a recording asks me for my phone number not to call me back at as of

4.8.14@3.24PM

^. AND has another Wizard of Iz Barack Oba' ma gang member don a patrolman uniform at E 161 Street and River Aveue, by Yankee Stadium, and the subway, to refuse to take a complaint about theft and these latest ambulance engineerings, under the male name of:

SANG,  badge number 31868.

Grand Finale:

To claim I pop cherries as a terrorist in the future and in a State  mental hospital as Frances Farmer, Rogers blocks me about four, five times from stating over the din and in his office that after applying the new lock, I told the roommate still surviving the ejection from Eden at 8.00AM at 9.00AM and in our room, after she had warned e that she never caused any "trouble", to refrain from addressing me in any way but official shelter needs, and tell the others to do the same, and the more Wizard of Iz roommates not only follows me to the 13 the Bronx on Ogden bus stop, but fails to take the bus because I don't, AND stalks me until I turn around and catch her hat walking back to the stop on 167th and Ogden.

I left a message on Mr. Rogers's extension requesting a new social worker and saying I would proceed legally.

Yesterday,
4.7.14 at about 11.00, when I finally finished doing laundry I had gone to do at 6.00AM also thanks to promises of my face being punched in, and being multiply misconstrued as the laundry area's caretaker, the Wizard of Iz crewmember at Sign In limited herself to requesting I let her use my vote. When I didn't respond, she simply stated she would take it anyway.