-forget about using the name procedural as if...- female voice at operator line, 111 precinct queens new york city
5.27.15 @ post 6pm

or, the noise you hear is the new bayside
and still not in the state of the union today




keeping in mind I am a university professor, writer and artist  whose work was recognized as innovative nationwide:

abducted to family court by a patrol and a court officer at my door at 7.00am on 5.12.15 led there by my mother emilia de cristofaro maffei on may 12 2015. told I could not bring a bag, even my keys were in doubt. I was admired by about 15 officers, all confederate trash from various parts of boss tweed, who escorted me in a cell, no fingerprints, no photo, no booking, after the two, before I called internal affairs in their presence, flashed me a false court order for arrest, not signed, did not allow me to look at it, refused to tell me what the charges were, still foreign territory well into the second trial date on 5.27.15.

officer famiglietti, 11691, drove the car to the court where some title, guarded as if it were an  alchemical formula dangerous for most of hobbesian plancton to be exposed to, a female by the name of jane mc grady shouted at me when I remonstrated against my mother.s trash leading to me being banned from the entire house, not only her sactum sanctorum apartment number one, no need, the furniture itself makes me sick instead of french provincial, let alone her after this, her fifth perjury re-court order of protection, and one false arrest- sent me to the psychiatrist.s office where juveniles loitered with smart phones-I was not allowed a cell- and after showing factual proof the same decided I was an unreliable witness in any future trial involving her and hers. I can.t even look at her anymore so much I accepted the court order to be free of even having to think of mothers day for a good two eyars, if she doesn.t invent another concoction making me her favorite eye of newt to send me away for 7 years for breaking the order. just another knotch in her belt after having me abducted by the police for dring to work on my photography final, pouring acid on all my early photo  work, demolishing my photo studio, stealing my books, altering my clothes, by poking holes in them and worse, and making me the point of extreme abuse by her family, friends, and whichever neighbor wanted to do the cops a favor and swear false testimony whenever they wanted to, lately a prostitute who thinks pick up trucks are a step up the social ladder.

the court was loaded with a false arrest situation- records shouted anastasio anastasio meaning I was a cheap hit of that crime family, then later from a trash who delivered mail wither slave contingent, and could not deliver my reading matter without sequestering it for awhile, to plan terrorist attacks to blame me for, cesare cesare or the P2, a nazifascist lodge which tried to coup d.etat democracy in Italy in the .70s.

I was seized at family court and abducted to elmhurst hospital queens where they even spit menstrual blood, pneumococcal virus in my mouth in my sleep, thinking that my request for vaccines for tb, shingles, pneumonia and the flu made me vulnerable to those illnesses. they also continued to weaken a right molar so as to place a hair bridle, my own, saved by my mother since a child, and held by the cavallo, career criminals in trentola,  in my mouth, on all fours some happy future day. they also never gave me  a menu, the doctor claiming he would give the court the evaluation it wanted, which resulted in me being dogged even to the water fountain by a cheap piece of trash related to the special guest on rosanna scotto.s team polo ponies, a borghese, savoia import in the set from portugal , during last exile from Italy, wearing no socks. they simulated me being a forensics claim, even to my lawyer, with me having to stage a verbal disclaimer and note that I was being filmed by several lenses attached to some electronic device or other, which I had been frequently warned about, but the court officers were too stunned to react to this fascist crew.

not happy with what was done, at the 111 the chemo boy at the desk tried to seize my court order requesting officer presence between 3 and 8 on the 27th, for a quick false arrest leading me in jail for the 7 previously mentioned, a thrill for elan portnoy, greg allen, and others who are comparing notes on who they are able to get in trouble, all arrangements in my life to convince me of my lower race status by the local cops, who still have crises if their spies see e use the rockefeller center subway station, because my father worked in radio way back when and owned a car.

my father never once spoke of his work life to me, because it wasn.t important to him.

I not only never want to see my mother or her relatives without the presence of police, I still want what.s owed me.

nypd called from the hospital identified self as somebody.s pizza, the fbi called me by my first name telling me not to call again, then wished me a good night, then a g.day, rubbing the abductions of the irish and other catholics to australian penal colonies  ruses and prevarication  to seize land and homes, and  proud of it .

I really don.t have my life to waste anymore on any of this, so here I am, off to minimize future harm.

iab nypd claimed my original complaint was under the name -jason- dating from 2013,  multiple daily filings, and issues a new.

they are beneath contempt.


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