Thursday, January 01, 2015

when cease and desist mean nothing, going on 55 years:

 yet another NYPD.IAB collusion for harm for their happy new year

next stop: serial cat killing

Infiltrations in the New York Police Department  Internal Affairs Bureau, and  emergency services 911 between 11.27 and 11.29am, today, January 1, 2015, demonstrating again an already  proven indefatigability, coordinate cover for English Crown Season.s Greetings, pret.a.porter commoner line,

or break ins, no sign of forced entry for bodily damage, post injection of sleeping person, and to steal furniture from the 1850+ immigrant population residing in the Bayside Queens area -in dad.s house  musician targeted by CBS, NBC, they even stole the roof beams-through an estranged family connection that not only married my mother.s sisters precipitously after she had, but now arrange who to destroy the -Italian race- with, like Frank Marzella,  succeeding in having his daughter wanted by the FBI as me as Nucha Cushman on steroids, also chosen as the daughter of her mother.s magnet found at The Library Store, interpreted as one name split in two consecutive letters, separated by a punctuation mark as a preppy reference to names made for false arrests for a genetic cleansing that puts Mandel.s chess game fur color choices for bunnies to shame not because it works in principle, and establishes also that the Renna, also engaged exclusively in that ablution, in fond memory of hair shirt and flagellant times for the benefit of marrying up into French mechanichood, after being forced to leave their small hammock encampment of a town after 1948, when the monarchic party came crashing to an end after people needed to start drinking beer and eating vitamin B rich bread at the very mention of a possible governmental seizure by same party after the Savoia themselves stored themselves in Oporto, also themselves and from there, with their abducted, the New World along with the benediction of both the Infanta Elizabeta, a Bourbon Hapsburg queen in Spain, and Elizabeth the First, who limited herself at impersonating a preying mantis to behead pirates like Capt.n Cook to seize his loot,  since it had a personal history of being seized, and calling the Infanta and the English Civil War brewing because of these intemperances  Dega if need be before Indian blanket coats started precipitating them into snake pits as well, after all a Briton is only as good as the shark that will eat same once the mercenaries for sPu, Slave Prisons Underground huts, fling self.rule in the Irish Sea, or should they cross themselves at Saint Paul.s, into the North adjusting  impetus to  revolution.


Other overreaching by relatives


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have led me to question if they, as Renna, and eliminated as Renna, by Cavallo, for now no, and Capulli, also for now no-through an entire series of coup-de foudres-that found intrigue even in a civil service job bought at an iron smelting factory, to have me doubt that an antique shop in the Renna name could be actually a front for theft, not disinclined from hanging -lower races-on false charges for the thrill of the Social Register by Fron-CAH, Hannibals. Zebra from the Monte Bianco,  or her daughter, Camilla La Carretta, who entraps moths to die between screen window panes and resents your breathing on your own, without you checking in with her first, in a completely different apartment, for that very reason, during their sole stay that led me to call the authorities within about 20 minutes,

to wonder where the hell are my circulars,

why a police squad car is outside my house at 11.30 claiming the call I made at Internal Affairs at 11.27 and 11.29  defined me as break in harm, instead of establishing that Peter Townshend.s date, provided by Marilla Palmer and George Bush, answering the call at the same time in the voice message for the past month and a half, plurimus times daily, and with terminology slamming their involvement in the murders of officer Ramos and Liu with cute references to 1776, and their antipathy toward it, false names, no ID number, coded with a new claim that I was speaking to a detective, or someone was, or they were paging a detective through what system of intercommunication on my line, and in this case, not only gave me two false names, but called me back even after I told her I refused to further any complaint through her, because of this incomprehensible breach of procedural rules, for one,

to discover that another

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relative, Iolanda Tozzi, may not only have murdered her father and mother, but now was breaking in my house, all the way from San Marcellino, Caserta, or wherever she is, singing -Faccetta Nera- to put

acid in the Achilles heel part of my boot, so as to commit intellectual theft against me as her eaten Mirmidon  slave and vanished about a half inch of bone mass, through Marzella as well, who thinks this is tough, under a molar they continued to damage for George Bush.s collection, now having taken an order to demolish my entire upper maxilla, bone included, for the Queen of England who is still pissed Lady Gaga didn.t get the better of me yet and has never had anything better to do in her lifestyle,

and my table switched by them and  a Cynthia Hoffsommer, a Hells Angels Maryland Chapter preppy and sorority sister who attended Salisbury State College in the .70s, who has just started bothering me again, usually for months at a time, street signs altered, men reminding me of Weimar Era milk delivery employees mourning a lack of attention to them by Rosamunda, at a necessarily sooty drinking spot trying to catch Rosamunda.s attention by repeating Rosamunda, Rosamunda, Rosamunda, ah, Rosamunda and with sounds reminding one of  1980s Meineke TV ads  inspiring new muffler acquisitions, even to people ecologically predisposed to bike riding like me.

She has some 70.s Kansas tune piped at a 99 cent store on Springfield and Horace Harding I go to only under duress because it yields education only as elementary settings for a child brothel, hosts waves of intellectual theft spies, has your debit card erased, and uses anti.constitutional profanity to insist that you are not one of them, and deserve it. Caught singing along with it, she sends in a Japanese early twenties female version of the Fascist minister of education, backed by Gloria Steinem to prove that the reason I should be a victim to eugenics is because I use the term -female- when if I don.t I no longer cannot convey the import of the character.s presence, but will get mauled serially by same should I show such a lapse in faith.

So I hurry to see if there.s anything new that won.t trick me into discovering at a later date that I purchased a propaganda issue of Nazi Pedophiles Anonymous, if only not to get bothered and not to develop a sweat I follow the same procedure at Food Town, on Bell and 48th, where, as soon as I try to understand why the sale sign -Box Choi at 1.99 lb - impersonates a baroque cabbage, resembling a frilly cannonball caught into a gangrenous fisherman's net, and pick an eggplant marked as a filmic experience on sale, I have to deal with KKK stoppage at the registers, getting ready to transmit my card, money info to just about everybody they can cram within the length for the sale, and at the prestidigitous moment of fund transfers, when they actually have to come to life enough to use their fingers to digit something for a sale that requires, for everybody fucking else, a swipe, and this since time began. Again, I quickly add up how 1.49 or less is not worth it, and leave the line as the cashiers assist, helpless, to their created back.up as it grunts threats at me in Hispanic, thinking my evasive technique is due to fear, also a tendency that may as well develop into a trope due to the frequency of its apparitions, leaving dinner to organic peas, slightly buttered with 93% fat free ground meat and pasta, thinking I have more nutritional, convenient or less expensive places to spend my money, since better seems have been ousted by a miserable, nasty, abusive and dangerous jount into slavist highway robbery since the Clinton years everywhere I go when they limited suggesting I vote democratic by limiting themselves to moving my basement plumbing tubing to the left  ad it.s a good idea to clean the refrigerator out since today I had to stop at the precint to report the car, the call, Instant Medical Attention being open on New Years Day with a  Confederate  Williams.Lee.Davis Jap from Spunky Brewing at the desk telling me that there is no State funded flu shot, that I need health insurance, that  it may counter.indicated in the event I don.t incubate bronchitis for them, and will dilute future flu, pneumonia, and what have you flu shots if you don.t, he.s just sayin', confusing Bayside with Brownsville and Jamaica Estates middle class mocks with its great landscaping and architecture unsupported by even an approximation of nearby reasonable shopping nearby, wondering if they manufacture foodstuffs, clothes, and bleach in the basement as a cheap, easily reachable sweatshop since he can and will ghetto white picket fences and the backyard citronella bucket candles it harbors if he has to, and through Vallone, the Queen of England, just you wait and see until even Key Food and Aron.s Market bar people approaching the produce with shopping carts, requesting they should be checked in a corner by the 107 Precinct infiltration, and, just in case you don.t get the message, you will see a squad car lost like Hansel or Gretel, you the Wicked Witch with a house in the neighborhood they want to make a -hospital out f for brothel gratuities, and the overthrowal of democracy returning a penal colony to its very own tyrannical investors, FINALLY!  miles and miles and miles and miles away from the Precinct, with a good three to lead the squad car.s way to you in an entirely different approximation.

All this was coordinated by my new table top, now resembling the nail damage done to me during my sleep, on an expatriate shore in Italy now here in New York City, by same filth that used it to reference me as a future -lower race whore- coordinating in a neat way yesterday.s

New Years Eve TCM special

9.30s A Hard Day.s Night

which left me not wondering why only records, lyric collections illustrated by Peter Max and media tips on their trips to find enlightenment in India were spread instead of films like this where Beatles.s Pied Piper of Hamelin audience  and the musicians, functioning as high off heather collies share a lynch mob bond by leading the pack of boors after  faces they identified as original inhabitants of the isle, crumbling houses into vacant lots, like Truman Capote.s was for daring too much stateside,  and growing more and more irritated at any mention of  satire or ridicule of potentates that confer baronetries to artists of such heights they could not take over with impunity, their source of laughter,   since the range of sense of humors never will meet, much like two ships colliding against each other without making a sound at midnight during the  lunar eclipse of the last phase of the moon, stars and galaxies obscured due to a 99% drop of London fog.

followed by
11.30s Gimme Shelter

where you watch -Under my Thumb- coordinate a Bourbon Hapsburg Iron ore: where? slaying of a native US citizen being shoved into the way of the Hells Angels blade at Altamont, in an audience of poets, targeted for being poets,  for the lyrics, a blade toward the side of his neck from above for wearing clothes that do not irritate the onlooker, which the Queen is working into a mortal sin, since you can only be shipwrecked in the middle of the Irish Sea, after boarding the Ship of Fools in the rags they made for you, much like Karl Lagersfelds dedication in frayed Chanel, worn even by Laura Bush on official occasions, still not addressing the every two months  abduction to psych hospitals of a great majority of the democratic vote, again, from the Clinton Era on, without a -it seems that- by staff testing the pulse of the surviving citizenry.
My tabletop now looks just like a thumb opposing an index folded under it, if you go nazifascist confederate slavist literal, or, anything you love, we will destroy, until you become a zombie that destroys its own.

followed by
the date: Tommy by the Who

or where you watch Ann Margaret blame drink for the stupor she feels at the sight of her filmic child's Age of Reform features, which allow her not to  leave her populist attached home claim to heaven because her filmic child must  still refuse to be eaten half alive until he accepts her fury as she flings herself away from her moneymaker for a brief stint and into Ruby Tuesday @ Whitechapel, late 1800.s at night, and on the streets, after she convinces herself she.s a man, not Jack the Ripper, because she.s wearing pants. She yanks Roger Daltrey here, shoves him there, because he looks like a Welsh coal mine, because the rail is now electric, then rents him to people who think his cry of pain is an alarm he conveniently plays for them from his lungs  to warn that the authorities may be listening in to their trying to drown him in a bathtub full of pee, before and after throwing him Upstairs, Downstairs. He makes it out of permanent disability not through the intervention of law enforcement but because he makes both Ann and Reed, his pop, rich through his skill at pinball playing, and even then, after putting her pleasure at living off of  Daltrey.s earnings at the beat of ermine stoles and completely white interiors in song, seized by crises caused by the awareness that wealth must be punished ritually, then rescued from the psychotic crash  by a fleeting awareness that defrauding Daltrey is what brought about the white, which then plunges her into an exhaltated secret garden of fecal fantasies after having to sail a champagne bottle into the screen of a television showing Daltrey.s face again.

The question posited at the wrap of the film: are YOU HAPPY NOW that Reed and Margaret are DEAD?

Review:

On the whole a better, more convincing performance that Taylor Swift.s righteous indignation at her liberal rich supporter of satire, in the Blank something video, and against whom she yields every single imaginable weapon, threats of defenestration, shouts, tears,  mock jealousy, furious expressions, the promise in a wave of butcher knife, self declared competence in the filed, after placing her marker on the topiary and mansion after his death and as a queen.

followed by:

 Nanny: a  Jimi Hendrix docudrama, where you can appreciate the depth of sound in Hey Joe, only to start wishing you were re.reading War and Peace at the endless nonsensical and offensive treble solos, there as cathartic release from the excellence of the depth of sound in Hey Joe, with Hendrix featured as King George III making furious anti 1776 revolution statements, accompanied by intimations of cavernous SEA underground disappearances for all taking again his taste for his clothes seriously, you just wait, let alone the ability to make a living and hope for improvement and the economic comfort of everyone not just Ivan the Terrible.

You may even get to plan your own studies for a degree at a liberal college someday. Imagine that.
And vote. Vote!






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