iris-corneal damage, done through night break ins, no sign of forced entry, at night, during sleep.
A blackening of the edge of the iris, a sooty black tattoo, not perceivable straight on, but only if a bright light is shone from the sides. Same black collecting in iris folds, in upper area, mostly, of both eyes.
Responsibility:
1)mother's nazifascist family and her, estranged, arranged by Alessandra Mussolini, PDL party representative. This includes the Leon at 33-39 88th Street, Jackson Heights, 718.426.1018, who sent two separate groups of spies, a trio of South Americans, with one donning a skull t-shirt, followed transversally by a segregated unit with darker skin. One pointed his finger like a gun toward me, the other laughing because I do not expect danger lurking on every sidewalk slab, and how easy it is to get near me;
2) 196-37/39 45th Avenue, Flushing, New York, 11358-3507. The address has been mispresented as 37/35 since 2010, and it's on movable slats. They seem to be Chechen terrorists with Greek, Kennedy contacts through the Saint Nicholas cult, which spans both Greece and Turkey, having English royal house KKK connections. They sped a WC trash truck by because I recycle correctly, and my trash is never slop-happily that of others. It also is a confederate hit, revenging the fact that to humiliate their status as "lower races" confederate associates, they engage in oral sex and ingest waste from infant children or not of theirs and can't say, while union does not for obvious reasons.
I caught my mother and the Chechen-Greek-English, otherwise fascist woman talking outside my window between 7:00 and 7:30AM. My mother was gleeing with her, saying she harmed my eyes in a collusion with a "per me mia figlia ha il bollo" . Lately she gave me a page from this blog, showing pictures of the results of her breaking my apartment doors down, with writing denying her involvement, calling me a liar. I went up to water my plants, and she started throwing pulled plants in front of them, where I had just swept yesterday. I told her not to, and said there was no need to try to provoke fights, I wasn't falling for it.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
truly dedicated to the false arrest based on the belief that there are "lower races": New York Police Department Internal Affairs refuses to take factual evidence of misconduct endangering person harmed's life, threatening an ambulance raid run.
Cover for attempt on life of TimeWarner's technician by 196-37/39 45th Avenue, also-36; -32; -28th Avenue, Flushing New York organized all the way to Civil Court 111 Centre Street where proper paper work was refused, claiming it needed to be filed locally, which is not legal. Provenzano Gambino staff, court security, refuse access to proper complaint office, and threaten an arrest;
yesterday's bottles for recycling substituted for planted DNA evidence with paper, in a similar bag, a white washed nigger comment through a cartboard Nabisco Oreo box, and a Whole Foods shopping bag, which two days past was infiltrated by a relative of -28, who then stalked me in various incarnations saying if I didn't switch to Verizon (tea party) they would cart me off to a psychiatric institution:
no assistance from 911;
bank opening literature and account number, bank register, and debit card substituted with another with my birthdate month and year as a security trio:
no assistance from 911;
Claims from East Flushing Library of hostile behavior on premises:
no assistance from 911;
yesterday's break in, no sign of forced entry, deadbolt lock unlocked, along with, afterward, front door, deadbolt lock unlocked, only person able to do so my mother, to provoke an ambulance call:
no assistance from 911;
East Flushing participation in break in, to support disorderly behavior:
no assistance from 911;
Samantha Bee and Jessica Williams' collusion at Macy's Flushing, for a Maria Leon Krupps connection, to abduct me to a pig farm to force me to blow pigs for the Colonna in Japanese, including disruption of phone service, to the point of narrow escape from bodily harm:
no assistance from 911;
Internal Affairs, from 6:59 to 7:32AM gave me wrong names, knew my name and address, regardless of anonymous complaint request, would not allow for a recorded message, dropped the line five times, refused to add new information of violations and by whom, finally claiming I was a threat and needed to have an ambulance called;
Liebowitz Saint Nicholas connected for Maria Leon duo arrange to hop on the same F train car, get off at 34th,and start claiming I was stalking them;
A john with two Savoia pimps try to force me to accept my mother's"trick" for me; two other whore procuresses, of the Hispanic in appearance variety, start discussing my abduction to a brothel, also as food;
my mother on the phone at five or so today, discussing how she called the cops yesterday to hospitalize me so she could defraud me of funds, and property with a relative, Gaetana Capulli:
no assistance from 911;
my organic nuts replaced by watermelon seed looking ones by 28 team, including my mother:
no assistance from 911;
Infiltration in the CIA, for a coup d'état in the US for slavery,discussing names of Italians who fought on our side in WWII:
no assistance from 911.
Cover for attempt on life of TimeWarner's technician by 196-37/39 45th Avenue, also-36; -32; -28th Avenue, Flushing New York organized all the way to Civil Court 111 Centre Street where proper paper work was refused, claiming it needed to be filed locally, which is not legal. Provenzano Gambino staff, court security, refuse access to proper complaint office, and threaten an arrest;
yesterday's bottles for recycling substituted for planted DNA evidence with paper, in a similar bag, a white washed nigger comment through a cartboard Nabisco Oreo box, and a Whole Foods shopping bag, which two days past was infiltrated by a relative of -28, who then stalked me in various incarnations saying if I didn't switch to Verizon (tea party) they would cart me off to a psychiatric institution:
no assistance from 911;
bank opening literature and account number, bank register, and debit card substituted with another with my birthdate month and year as a security trio:
no assistance from 911;
Claims from East Flushing Library of hostile behavior on premises:
no assistance from 911;
yesterday's break in, no sign of forced entry, deadbolt lock unlocked, along with, afterward, front door, deadbolt lock unlocked, only person able to do so my mother, to provoke an ambulance call:
no assistance from 911;
East Flushing participation in break in, to support disorderly behavior:
no assistance from 911;
Samantha Bee and Jessica Williams' collusion at Macy's Flushing, for a Maria Leon Krupps connection, to abduct me to a pig farm to force me to blow pigs for the Colonna in Japanese, including disruption of phone service, to the point of narrow escape from bodily harm:
no assistance from 911;
Internal Affairs, from 6:59 to 7:32AM gave me wrong names, knew my name and address, regardless of anonymous complaint request, would not allow for a recorded message, dropped the line five times, refused to add new information of violations and by whom, finally claiming I was a threat and needed to have an ambulance called;
Liebowitz Saint Nicholas connected for Maria Leon duo arrange to hop on the same F train car, get off at 34th,and start claiming I was stalking them;
A john with two Savoia pimps try to force me to accept my mother's"trick" for me; two other whore procuresses, of the Hispanic in appearance variety, start discussing my abduction to a brothel, also as food;
my mother on the phone at five or so today, discussing how she called the cops yesterday to hospitalize me so she could defraud me of funds, and property with a relative, Gaetana Capulli:
no assistance from 911;
my organic nuts replaced by watermelon seed looking ones by 28 team, including my mother:
no assistance from 911;
Infiltration in the CIA, for a coup d'état in the US for slavery,discussing names of Italians who fought on our side in WWII:
no assistance from 911.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Break in,no sign of forced entry: darkened spot on upper left eyelid, requested by the Queen of England, to provoke a racist war for slavery in the United States.
Admissions:
1) "from the whole neighborhood too!" meaning the houses in the area which favor slavist politics. There's even one collecting unemployment convinced she can own slaves, me in particular;
2) "Pure io l'ho fatto!" my mother's admission in Italian, or, "I did it too". Her motive? She owes me money from the sale of a family apartment and a family house she never gave me. In return of me allowing us to pool our funds, she intermittently breaks in my apartment, throws things, harasses me, tells me she'll evict me, and discriminates constitutionally with bombastic panache. She also believes she can own me as a slave;
3) The 13-17 (Italian good and bad luck combinations, basically concealed arrangements for false arrests based on discrimination) exchange trash coordination at Bell and Northern?
A) Subcomandante Marcos, through a Long Island Jewish white supremacist connection, in this case Ellen Hinds, also a Bush Neo Confederate connection. He needs cheap cannon fodder from whoring? You're not "ethnically" correct? You're it. This line of fire includes:
Repubblica Sociale Italiana, Salo' 43-45 contacts, including Elizabeth II, and Saint Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church at 196th and Northern Boulevard, not Queen of Ireland in the Scots yet, Maria Leon and annexed concentration camp powers through Krupps, who varies his name alphabetically, much like Hilary Clinton did into Hillary. The Leon live 33-39 88th Street, Jackson Heights, New York City. She used Marcos's household help from Chiapas as Krupps organized thiefs in Richmond Hills. They would parade television sets in shopping carts when I was renting in the area, and a fascist Hanover replicant of Queen Victoria from a Puerto Rican brothel was trying to get me to whore through constant harassment.
More notoriously: Steven Colbert, of The Colbert Report, on Comedy Central, who had his audience cheer him on supporting me by shouting "cheap" (the 13-17 garbage exchange) with him waving his arms in the air in support of the racist opinion. This at the 11:30 August 14, 2013 airing of the show, which will undoubtedly be driveled over. And there me thinking that his advising children to be accepting of anything thrown their way in his latest pole book was ironic: it's maniacal instead.
Bee and Williams are coordinating all operations through shutting down my bank accounts, and CBS, which did not pay my father his pension, is operational, still by race, through Johnson at East Flushing Library, of Queens PublicLibrary, by declaring me, by race, a troublemaker who can't consult Lincoln's speeches. If I do, they have me chased by a Japanese mother and toddler daughter ped team shouting " I don't know you! Communist! Call the police! "
I tried to present the issue at Bayside Library branch, was asked to unveil even my asshole to prove that the ban was effective not in all libraries, and then was told that nothing, sadly, could be done.
Admissions:
1) "from the whole neighborhood too!" meaning the houses in the area which favor slavist politics. There's even one collecting unemployment convinced she can own slaves, me in particular;
2) "Pure io l'ho fatto!" my mother's admission in Italian, or, "I did it too". Her motive? She owes me money from the sale of a family apartment and a family house she never gave me. In return of me allowing us to pool our funds, she intermittently breaks in my apartment, throws things, harasses me, tells me she'll evict me, and discriminates constitutionally with bombastic panache. She also believes she can own me as a slave;
3) The 13-17 (Italian good and bad luck combinations, basically concealed arrangements for false arrests based on discrimination) exchange trash coordination at Bell and Northern?
A) Subcomandante Marcos, through a Long Island Jewish white supremacist connection, in this case Ellen Hinds, also a Bush Neo Confederate connection. He needs cheap cannon fodder from whoring? You're not "ethnically" correct? You're it. This line of fire includes:
Repubblica Sociale Italiana, Salo' 43-45 contacts, including Elizabeth II, and Saint Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church at 196th and Northern Boulevard, not Queen of Ireland in the Scots yet, Maria Leon and annexed concentration camp powers through Krupps, who varies his name alphabetically, much like Hilary Clinton did into Hillary. The Leon live 33-39 88th Street, Jackson Heights, New York City. She used Marcos's household help from Chiapas as Krupps organized thiefs in Richmond Hills. They would parade television sets in shopping carts when I was renting in the area, and a fascist Hanover replicant of Queen Victoria from a Puerto Rican brothel was trying to get me to whore through constant harassment.
More notoriously: Steven Colbert, of The Colbert Report, on Comedy Central, who had his audience cheer him on supporting me by shouting "cheap" (the 13-17 garbage exchange) with him waving his arms in the air in support of the racist opinion. This at the 11:30 August 14, 2013 airing of the show, which will undoubtedly be driveled over. And there me thinking that his advising children to be accepting of anything thrown their way in his latest pole book was ironic: it's maniacal instead.
Bee and Williams are coordinating all operations through shutting down my bank accounts, and CBS, which did not pay my father his pension, is operational, still by race, through Johnson at East Flushing Library, of Queens PublicLibrary, by declaring me, by race, a troublemaker who can't consult Lincoln's speeches. If I do, they have me chased by a Japanese mother and toddler daughter ped team shouting " I don't know you! Communist! Call the police! "
I tried to present the issue at Bayside Library branch, was asked to unveil even my asshole to prove that the ban was effective not in all libraries, and then was told that nothing, sadly, could be done.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
New York City Police Department in collusion with Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei and her Casale (criminal) connections harass and try to lure me into the 111,Queens, for an abduction to a psych hospital. Maria Leon, and it seems, and Bee, Williams at the Daily Show, also responsible: the latter has police cover to create a scenario of me as "serial" box (lucky number for Italians is 13) trash at the bus stop on the same block as the precinct,so, a "race" false arrest.
3:00-3:20PM August 14, 2013. Even well prepared trash is a problem: my mother put my new trash can into another. As I returned home, a squad car drove in the driveway with my mother in the back. I said nothing and they told her to not talk to me. I went my own way, directly to the Precinct to see what exactly they had organized.
3:45PM. On the phone directly opposite the 111, Queens, with cops oogling over, I asked a detective, identifying himself as "Kaliks" and refusing to give me his ID number, that he was not permitted to state whether I was being investigated or no, which is illegal. I know I'm not. The detective then proceeded to lure me to the precinct, where they would be more readily able to abduct me to a psych hospital with false claims.
This also to cover up for lesser amounts in my Citibank account and some false charges by a break in, no sign of forced entry that absconded my register, slapped some charges in Ben Leon arrangement stores in Flushing, downtown and elsewhere, and altered my balance, without the cause of a transaction from $60.00 to $80.00 in less than 15 minutes, leaving me still -$4.11 or, 4, the division between houses here, and 11 being what it was.
3:00-3:20PM August 14, 2013. Even well prepared trash is a problem: my mother put my new trash can into another. As I returned home, a squad car drove in the driveway with my mother in the back. I said nothing and they told her to not talk to me. I went my own way, directly to the Precinct to see what exactly they had organized.
3:45PM. On the phone directly opposite the 111, Queens, with cops oogling over, I asked a detective, identifying himself as "Kaliks" and refusing to give me his ID number, that he was not permitted to state whether I was being investigated or no, which is illegal. I know I'm not. The detective then proceeded to lure me to the precinct, where they would be more readily able to abduct me to a psych hospital with false claims.
This also to cover up for lesser amounts in my Citibank account and some false charges by a break in, no sign of forced entry that absconded my register, slapped some charges in Ben Leon arrangement stores in Flushing, downtown and elsewhere, and altered my balance, without the cause of a transaction from $60.00 to $80.00 in less than 15 minutes, leaving me still -$4.11 or, 4, the division between houses here, and 11 being what it was.
Monday, August 12, 2013
When Rachel Maddow got wind I was watching her show from Carol Anastasia, the plot for Jon Stewart's getting beaten to a pulp for being a Jew by the fascist whore con Maria Leon took off, thinking both tortures could be united for the legislative discriminating amusement of them all.
Fact is, honey, I'm ready to shoot you off the planet, the minute I catch you and can do so in full respect of the law.
New break in, no sign of forced entry: an organic diced instead of my whole to celebrate Lucia Leon's ascent to power through Stewart's money.
Hey, you don't intervene, I'll cite 2nd 4th Amendments, the impossibility of a citizen's arrest, and all your asses will be grass. I'm not exactly a as shrinking violet, and torture by that fucking whore, is her very existence on earth let alone your filthy lynch mob jollies at the sound of Stewart's face being beaten because he's Jewish and handsome. You all make me sick and I have better things to do than to listen to that whore sing to fuck a singer, since music is a vehicle for her mouth or twat.
Fact is, honey, I'm ready to shoot you off the planet, the minute I catch you and can do so in full respect of the law.
New break in, no sign of forced entry: an organic diced instead of my whole to celebrate Lucia Leon's ascent to power through Stewart's money.
Hey, you don't intervene, I'll cite 2nd 4th Amendments, the impossibility of a citizen's arrest, and all your asses will be grass. I'm not exactly a as shrinking violet, and torture by that fucking whore, is her very existence on earth let alone your filthy lynch mob jollies at the sound of Stewart's face being beaten because he's Jewish and handsome. You all make me sick and I have better things to do than to listen to that whore sing to fuck a singer, since music is a vehicle for her mouth or twat.
Duck Tape to abduct me as a wrap, coordinated by my mother's washing area, and 196-37/39-32 and 36 45th Avenue!
Also! All the crimes committed by relatives and these neighbors, since 2010 and before, conveniently deleted by assholes from this blog,including the torture and murder of military personnel, two Moscowitz and two Alpern!!! Wheee!!!!
Culpable:
196-36 45th Avenue, who, along with 37/39 listed on slabs as 35/37 (two false arrests daily for racist cops) and 32 not only cut the Time Warner cable in two places, but tried to run over the technician driving close to the ladder, by 36th's driveway, twice, at first in a station wagon, the second time in a Sports BMW slumming at the ranch house, there to visit both the white mailbox pig iron stand lantern held by an invisible exotic jockey, and its matching grate in curlicues at the kitchen door entrance, there to imply me as kidnapped comestible available for pay to whomever wants, after the abduction,that is!
Verified psycho cover by 911 operators,all promised a pig farm in the deep confederate south, once they pull off the destruction of New York City, and its inhabitants?
August 11, 2013:
I go out, my clothing is described to whomever. I come back,I'm blocked by an idiot who crosses the street immediately after I do, to intercept me, as I see a liar approaching in the distance. The block spread to two driveways, by the podiatrist -how a propos, considering the toe gunk they deposit in my shoes by wearing them to simulate what? Mocassins?- the house behind that, toward 196, a black SUV and a white, paralleling each other. Me, being nonviolent and non shoutist, unless under extreme duress after they commit a crime, backed up to observe the situation, armed with a cellphone. They dissipated, slightly angry at me not giving them the proximity for them to say I requested their presence in my cunt, and in a maudlin way, at that very moment, along with tiny people and other animate and inanimate objects. They have been so annoying and implausible lately I just get pissed and walk in the middle of the fucking street, saying nothing, when cars are out of the fucking way.
Here are the socio calls coordinated at 911 for the attack described above, all exhibiting the same pattern:
1) A propensity to follow a script, not responding to the caller contextually;
2) Codified addresses recited back, the number of times and variations coordinated with the particular racist abduction group they serve;
3) Same operator responding to a call at least five times, another three;
4) A sadistic gratification at not understanding the obvious-one operator actually had an orgasm when I repeated the address twice, this meaning the congregationalist can only come to the abuse of a "Jewish"" slave", who comes because it's baaaaad, who is so turned on by her he or she comes repetitively, and in sin, thus admitting being born not only bad, but that the person's original religion is false and evil as exposed by the true religion. The true religion gets forgiven by the higher up, the other comer gets tortured until he or she looks evil, and that's that, with a pig farm as a trade off for their"prize capture" way down Souf;
5) It's the caller's race that determines whether police answer the call. Lately an Al Quaeda threat to seve rmy head in the street, cannibal crews on a hunt, fascists dressed as muslims, an antiabortionist and a crew of Asians rubbing their suitcases by my knees exposed by cargo shorts in need of cover because they are used to pray to god, until I told them to fuck off were all met with:
"No emergency, call terminated."
They thrill giggly at considering themselves such cold, callous murderesses. Are doing it for the Justice of gawd.
Here are the calls covering for that particular bullshit:
August 11,2013: In the AM:
9:58/9/10:00/ 2x 1/2x 2/3 x 3/4/5/5x 6/ and :36.
Now, ain't THAT something?
They still feel temible, and can't shut the fuck up, at this very moment.
Also! All the crimes committed by relatives and these neighbors, since 2010 and before, conveniently deleted by assholes from this blog,including the torture and murder of military personnel, two Moscowitz and two Alpern!!! Wheee!!!!
Culpable:
196-36 45th Avenue, who, along with 37/39 listed on slabs as 35/37 (two false arrests daily for racist cops) and 32 not only cut the Time Warner cable in two places, but tried to run over the technician driving close to the ladder, by 36th's driveway, twice, at first in a station wagon, the second time in a Sports BMW slumming at the ranch house, there to visit both the white mailbox pig iron stand lantern held by an invisible exotic jockey, and its matching grate in curlicues at the kitchen door entrance, there to imply me as kidnapped comestible available for pay to whomever wants, after the abduction,that is!
Verified psycho cover by 911 operators,all promised a pig farm in the deep confederate south, once they pull off the destruction of New York City, and its inhabitants?
August 11, 2013:
I go out, my clothing is described to whomever. I come back,I'm blocked by an idiot who crosses the street immediately after I do, to intercept me, as I see a liar approaching in the distance. The block spread to two driveways, by the podiatrist -how a propos, considering the toe gunk they deposit in my shoes by wearing them to simulate what? Mocassins?- the house behind that, toward 196, a black SUV and a white, paralleling each other. Me, being nonviolent and non shoutist, unless under extreme duress after they commit a crime, backed up to observe the situation, armed with a cellphone. They dissipated, slightly angry at me not giving them the proximity for them to say I requested their presence in my cunt, and in a maudlin way, at that very moment, along with tiny people and other animate and inanimate objects. They have been so annoying and implausible lately I just get pissed and walk in the middle of the fucking street, saying nothing, when cars are out of the fucking way.
Here are the socio calls coordinated at 911 for the attack described above, all exhibiting the same pattern:
1) A propensity to follow a script, not responding to the caller contextually;
2) Codified addresses recited back, the number of times and variations coordinated with the particular racist abduction group they serve;
3) Same operator responding to a call at least five times, another three;
4) A sadistic gratification at not understanding the obvious-one operator actually had an orgasm when I repeated the address twice, this meaning the congregationalist can only come to the abuse of a "Jewish"" slave", who comes because it's baaaaad, who is so turned on by her he or she comes repetitively, and in sin, thus admitting being born not only bad, but that the person's original religion is false and evil as exposed by the true religion. The true religion gets forgiven by the higher up, the other comer gets tortured until he or she looks evil, and that's that, with a pig farm as a trade off for their"prize capture" way down Souf;
5) It's the caller's race that determines whether police answer the call. Lately an Al Quaeda threat to seve rmy head in the street, cannibal crews on a hunt, fascists dressed as muslims, an antiabortionist and a crew of Asians rubbing their suitcases by my knees exposed by cargo shorts in need of cover because they are used to pray to god, until I told them to fuck off were all met with:
"No emergency, call terminated."
They thrill giggly at considering themselves such cold, callous murderesses. Are doing it for the Justice of gawd.
Here are the calls covering for that particular bullshit:
August 11,2013: In the AM:
9:58/9/10:00/ 2x 1/2x 2/3 x 3/4/5/5x 6/ and :36.
Now, ain't THAT something?
They still feel temible, and can't shut the fuck up, at this very moment.
Friday, August 02, 2013
RAID ON DISABLED RUN BOOKSTORE: Hit with would be NYPD cars, but a Vermacht English Cab organized by Marilla Palmer, Frank Marzella, Maria Leon, Tracey Stewart,and Jon Stewart's mother related to an Episcopalian bishop in the basement way, and a King at religion at that.
Barnes and Noble here tried to rile me up with phosphate and a Provenzano contact Maria Leon started shouting over the amplification that I shoud escape and FEAR! Love Tracey Stewart's ass. It went ethnic.
7:20AM. Ped creep from 196 37/39 45th Avenue, Flushing New York city, under 111, Queens cover interferes with me by throwing himself at me as I walk by from his driveway to make me a willy nilly whore. I'm filmed by Jessica William's and Rice's NSA spy contact, a red light stuck on its door, the inside side iron, a shiny red nose bulb, so that they can sustain me as a would be Nazi terrorist and ped on top of that.
At 7:33AM East Flushing library has a Greg Allen Kira Jolliffe Long Island City precinct by Vernon contact ridicule me by paralleling my plight with that of an African immigrant cleaning windshields on streets. The woman laughs as she opens the door to the library - opens at 11:00AM- as 911 refuses assistance because it needs to collude a university professor as a cheap whore informer, since I've lost quota based on?
All the 911 operators were African Americans still indebted to slavery circles, capturing people like me as prizes for Georgia or what have you, as racial false arrests, the quota being two innocent people a day:
911 calls?
7:25/7/9/30/31/33/40/40/41;
7:54: theft of a Palm by Palmer just to have me storm to the 111, Queens, so she could have me carted off by one of the four ambulances driving around within half an hour from my "sortie".
911 calls that refuse to send squad car assistance for theft complaint:
7:55/9/8:00/2; 8:12/3/4/5.
In full response they arrange for a false nurse, an African American criminal street hire to coordinate a Waterbury, Connecticut "lorry" dispatcher raid for a Fascist concentration camp stuck somewhere in a desert, one car resembling a squad car,the other the Vermacht British lorre, following it.
The bookstore is nice, and at 39th Avenue, and Bell Boulevard, at 39-15 a Bell Boulevard. I hope no one was abducted. I called 911 immediately, and met with the usual African American female trash that delayed and refused assistance for disabled kids learning a skill.
Here are the 911 calls:
8:27/41/3/4/6.
Here at Barnes and Noble the coordination is Nazi Napoli '43-'45,100 for 1 Nazi soldier which has also extended itself to, guess where, Gaza and people like CindyLindy Rice cover for, besides embezzling my money from my accounts to blame me with shrapnel if they can.
Barnes and Noble here tried to rile me up with phosphate and a Provenzano contact Maria Leon started shouting over the amplification that I shoud escape and FEAR! Love Tracey Stewart's ass. It went ethnic.
7:20AM. Ped creep from 196 37/39 45th Avenue, Flushing New York city, under 111, Queens cover interferes with me by throwing himself at me as I walk by from his driveway to make me a willy nilly whore. I'm filmed by Jessica William's and Rice's NSA spy contact, a red light stuck on its door, the inside side iron, a shiny red nose bulb, so that they can sustain me as a would be Nazi terrorist and ped on top of that.
At 7:33AM East Flushing library has a Greg Allen Kira Jolliffe Long Island City precinct by Vernon contact ridicule me by paralleling my plight with that of an African immigrant cleaning windshields on streets. The woman laughs as she opens the door to the library - opens at 11:00AM- as 911 refuses assistance because it needs to collude a university professor as a cheap whore informer, since I've lost quota based on?
All the 911 operators were African Americans still indebted to slavery circles, capturing people like me as prizes for Georgia or what have you, as racial false arrests, the quota being two innocent people a day:
911 calls?
7:25/7/9/30/31/33/40/40/41;
7:54: theft of a Palm by Palmer just to have me storm to the 111, Queens, so she could have me carted off by one of the four ambulances driving around within half an hour from my "sortie".
911 calls that refuse to send squad car assistance for theft complaint:
7:55/9/8:00/2; 8:12/3/4/5.
In full response they arrange for a false nurse, an African American criminal street hire to coordinate a Waterbury, Connecticut "lorry" dispatcher raid for a Fascist concentration camp stuck somewhere in a desert, one car resembling a squad car,the other the Vermacht British lorre, following it.
The bookstore is nice, and at 39th Avenue, and Bell Boulevard, at 39-15 a Bell Boulevard. I hope no one was abducted. I called 911 immediately, and met with the usual African American female trash that delayed and refused assistance for disabled kids learning a skill.
Here are the 911 calls:
8:27/41/3/4/6.
Here at Barnes and Noble the coordination is Nazi Napoli '43-'45,100 for 1 Nazi soldier which has also extended itself to, guess where, Gaza and people like CindyLindy Rice cover for, besides embezzling my money from my accounts to blame me with shrapnel if they can.
Thursday, August 01, 2013
Waterbury, Connecticut Police Department Nazi Neo Con genocide: No Investigation necessary to justify a raid and abduction to a Nazi brothel for murder or defrauding of personal property, based on your race:
My new bank account information was hijacked by Luisa Monica, in Italy, from a Condalisa Rice contact also operating within banks, personal business accounts such as The NewYork Times, there through the only customer service assistant who answers my calls personally, this for years, since it's a mom and pop corner grocery store operation, after they're channeled to her through a give me two names for false arrests based on race, touch tone signal , and Social Security, defrauding beneficiaries of their payments. This was then sent to Frank Marzella, who claims he is my legal guardian and has not told me under fear of stress, when he is not.
2:05PM, 203. 574.6920, Waterbury Connecticut Police Department. Male creates a two for one false arrest situation as soon as I explain that Frank Marzella in involved in crime against me. A female (gender reconditioning abduction code) answers the phone, same Lower East Side shuffle for "Take out" at local coffee shops, when one server changes into another similar server, but still deals with you. I call him on it, and he says:
" I need a dispatcher"
Called the FBI at 212.384.1000, whose message reciter sounds like SS Rolf, and received no reply but silence on the line at my mentioning that I would be sending this in as a complaint. This for three times. The first was their interruption, to avoid me saying too much on the line.
Calls occurred at:
8/1/2013. 2:23/4/4.
I am proceeding to sue.
My new bank account information was hijacked by Luisa Monica, in Italy, from a Condalisa Rice contact also operating within banks, personal business accounts such as The NewYork Times, there through the only customer service assistant who answers my calls personally, this for years, since it's a mom and pop corner grocery store operation, after they're channeled to her through a give me two names for false arrests based on race, touch tone signal , and Social Security, defrauding beneficiaries of their payments. This was then sent to Frank Marzella, who claims he is my legal guardian and has not told me under fear of stress, when he is not.
2:05PM, 203. 574.6920, Waterbury Connecticut Police Department. Male creates a two for one false arrest situation as soon as I explain that Frank Marzella in involved in crime against me. A female (gender reconditioning abduction code) answers the phone, same Lower East Side shuffle for "Take out" at local coffee shops, when one server changes into another similar server, but still deals with you. I call him on it, and he says:
" I need a dispatcher"
Called the FBI at 212.384.1000, whose message reciter sounds like SS Rolf, and received no reply but silence on the line at my mentioning that I would be sending this in as a complaint. This for three times. The first was their interruption, to avoid me saying too much on the line.
Calls occurred at:
8/1/2013. 2:23/4/4.
I am proceeding to sue.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
New York Police Department murdering US military within ranks, for Neo Confederate nazifascist interests plan on raiding me to a psych hospital by tomorrow. 911and Internal Affairs involved, along with staff at East Flushing library, Queens, and Saint Nicholas, a Nazi British crown for slavery supporting religious organization. Saint Kevins, near by, wants involvement as well. This documentable from WWII, both in Europe and the South Pacific, with Alabama connections, via religious institutions and hospitals.
July 31, 2013.
Time of crime: 3:59AM;
Type: Hate, Anticonstitutional discrimination, embezzlement of inheritance be estranged relatives;
Occurrence: Harassment from 196-37/39 45th Avenue, misnumbered since 2010, no fine, on movable slats as 35/37, -44; -41; -48; -32; -28; -29, misnumbered on adhesives since2010, no fine, as -27, and all the rest of the houses West of it until the corner house, and Saint Nicholas. Stalking by criminal and Neo Nazi fascist terrorist Neo Con organization for Frank Marzella, residing at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut.
The harassment: " Your toe is evil to God";
IAB complaint, anonymous, was associated to my name by "Hispanic" coup d'etatist personnel, trying to overthrow US democracy, answering calls and refusing to take information by badgering me at 212. 741.8401: 4:09AM; 4:17AM; 4:36AM; 4:39AM;
Their plan of action? To raid me for Alabama Neo Confederates, through their Kristen Marks connection, at NY Presbyterian. The physician misdiagnoses Hep C for Neo Con interests based on race, exclusively and discriminates physically, one would think, in search of the perfect body. That and arthritis are common ailments for residents of the asphalt jungle, New York City, a common crimson tide belief;
The end result? Estranged relatives claiming they speak to me daily, I can't administer my funds, and need to be State Hospitalized because I make no sense at all, not even because I'm a harm to myself or others, this because their aim is legislative, they're no slobs, what the hey, heck being too strong a word, and hey not the proper way to address another, but they do feel better if they interpret the person addressed as "nigger slave help" usually codified by their use of first names exclusively, and for everybody, since the asphalt jungle emits coke silt on everybody's skin, indiscriminately;
The 911 calls, speeding away from proper response to the Hate Crime?
4:03 AM. Gives me a five digit ID to frame a co worker, answers in female Hispanic cute, and claims she's a GMO banana, to poison us even if we buy organic, as human experiments, through Break Ins, No Sign Of Forced Entry, Fa La and La. My toenails are already ridged differently. Female refuses to give last name, claiming precisely: "We're not allowed to give last names";
4:04AM. "What's your address?", a four digit Raid from another country coordination, and an English Crown for Slavery, Rah! variation of "Person/Kirsten", or Kristen Marks throwing eye-tallians, but catholics, really, back to Pre-Vatican Mach Twain;
4:06AM, supports complainant's address theory versus occurrence of crime address process, also another portentous occurrence, without identifying herself, if herself, by name or ID number;
4:39AM. "Where are you?"and breaks into a religious hymn. No name, no ID, to continue the good trend;
4:41AM. Replies "Why not?" when I ask her why she wants to know my address. No ID or name given, it's rude and a bit pushy;
4:42AM. More serious studied type, does not provide ID or name for décor, then slams a four digit ferner raid my way with me as the ferner and it's an Episcopalian deal with slaves in the basement, a Roundhead calembour of sorts;
4"45AM. Same ammo, with a goldfingerian but cute as her wishing she were Christopher Walker's gender:
" You said a lot."
"Do you want to be connected to IAB?" but with insistence,twice, because, by "race", all subtlety is lost on me.
Besides participation in the Banca Nazionale del Lavoro crime, Evan Patz' disappearance by sloppy seconds Anastasia-Rockefeller-Rice-Quinn-Doria-Savoia connections, 9/11; Boston Marathon, cannibalism for Aphrodite, there's also the added Constitutional violation of "race", gender, disabilities, economic status, sexual preference, feet and glasses.
Sparky's already home. You need to leave.
July 31, 2013.
Time of crime: 3:59AM;
Type: Hate, Anticonstitutional discrimination, embezzlement of inheritance be estranged relatives;
Occurrence: Harassment from 196-37/39 45th Avenue, misnumbered since 2010, no fine, on movable slats as 35/37, -44; -41; -48; -32; -28; -29, misnumbered on adhesives since2010, no fine, as -27, and all the rest of the houses West of it until the corner house, and Saint Nicholas. Stalking by criminal and Neo Nazi fascist terrorist Neo Con organization for Frank Marzella, residing at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut.
The harassment: " Your toe is evil to God";
IAB complaint, anonymous, was associated to my name by "Hispanic" coup d'etatist personnel, trying to overthrow US democracy, answering calls and refusing to take information by badgering me at 212. 741.8401: 4:09AM; 4:17AM; 4:36AM; 4:39AM;
Their plan of action? To raid me for Alabama Neo Confederates, through their Kristen Marks connection, at NY Presbyterian. The physician misdiagnoses Hep C for Neo Con interests based on race, exclusively and discriminates physically, one would think, in search of the perfect body. That and arthritis are common ailments for residents of the asphalt jungle, New York City, a common crimson tide belief;
The end result? Estranged relatives claiming they speak to me daily, I can't administer my funds, and need to be State Hospitalized because I make no sense at all, not even because I'm a harm to myself or others, this because their aim is legislative, they're no slobs, what the hey, heck being too strong a word, and hey not the proper way to address another, but they do feel better if they interpret the person addressed as "nigger slave help" usually codified by their use of first names exclusively, and for everybody, since the asphalt jungle emits coke silt on everybody's skin, indiscriminately;
The 911 calls, speeding away from proper response to the Hate Crime?
4:03 AM. Gives me a five digit ID to frame a co worker, answers in female Hispanic cute, and claims she's a GMO banana, to poison us even if we buy organic, as human experiments, through Break Ins, No Sign Of Forced Entry, Fa La and La. My toenails are already ridged differently. Female refuses to give last name, claiming precisely: "We're not allowed to give last names";
4:04AM. "What's your address?", a four digit Raid from another country coordination, and an English Crown for Slavery, Rah! variation of "Person/Kirsten", or Kristen Marks throwing eye-tallians, but catholics, really, back to Pre-Vatican Mach Twain;
4:06AM, supports complainant's address theory versus occurrence of crime address process, also another portentous occurrence, without identifying herself, if herself, by name or ID number;
4:39AM. "Where are you?"and breaks into a religious hymn. No name, no ID, to continue the good trend;
4:41AM. Replies "Why not?" when I ask her why she wants to know my address. No ID or name given, it's rude and a bit pushy;
4:42AM. More serious studied type, does not provide ID or name for décor, then slams a four digit ferner raid my way with me as the ferner and it's an Episcopalian deal with slaves in the basement, a Roundhead calembour of sorts;
4"45AM. Same ammo, with a goldfingerian but cute as her wishing she were Christopher Walker's gender:
" You said a lot."
"Do you want to be connected to IAB?" but with insistence,twice, because, by "race", all subtlety is lost on me.
Besides participation in the Banca Nazionale del Lavoro crime, Evan Patz' disappearance by sloppy seconds Anastasia-Rockefeller-Rice-Quinn-Doria-Savoia connections, 9/11; Boston Marathon, cannibalism for Aphrodite, there's also the added Constitutional violation of "race", gender, disabilities, economic status, sexual preference, feet and glasses.
Sparky's already home. You need to leave.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
No Irony, Lady
As I lose quota and the Library CD blocks not midway, same as the film being preempted because its mere presence in TeeVee listings was enough to capture souls, all I could tell about Thatcher's ascent to stiffening of shirts on a play for other people's houses in the Lady's room of Parliament came at the same time of the US Nazi Party's birth, and she had her fun marrying women to real mouthy absolutists, killing off the slack by trying to "nigger" whoever came within aim, even labor unions, who, to save their jobs, stopped the organizing of the mouthed off generated to disrupt the mathematical ability of the rest, for a New World Order of their own, by stopping providing services to schools, and the dumb bitch fell for it by closing same.
For that matter, the IRA explosions of their murderous gatherings at hotels confirms the suspicion Bill Mc Kibben has of me accusing the IRA of being British spies, mostly because they bothered saving British Democrats by demolishing the nightly architectural modifications to their buildings by a slave labor force so fucked up it can't be seen by day, they needed to organize for house break ins, voter fraud, and variations of murder by common womanly household goods. The IRA always warns before it bombs so the buildings are empty, there's no loss of human life, unlike Al Quaeda, relegated to bombing us during rush hour. Explosion for explosion, both Mc Kibben and Steinem would have gladly confused them for communists had their opinion been requested. Heck, even if it's not.
And, for that matter, it's not unusual to find a non native Namibian wandering questionable corners of Dublin in a daze, just because the day before he had thanked a Roman Catholic cashieer after receiving change for a purchase. Hey, he's Irish too.
As I lose quota and the Library CD blocks not midway, same as the film being preempted because its mere presence in TeeVee listings was enough to capture souls, all I could tell about Thatcher's ascent to stiffening of shirts on a play for other people's houses in the Lady's room of Parliament came at the same time of the US Nazi Party's birth, and she had her fun marrying women to real mouthy absolutists, killing off the slack by trying to "nigger" whoever came within aim, even labor unions, who, to save their jobs, stopped the organizing of the mouthed off generated to disrupt the mathematical ability of the rest, for a New World Order of their own, by stopping providing services to schools, and the dumb bitch fell for it by closing same.
For that matter, the IRA explosions of their murderous gatherings at hotels confirms the suspicion Bill Mc Kibben has of me accusing the IRA of being British spies, mostly because they bothered saving British Democrats by demolishing the nightly architectural modifications to their buildings by a slave labor force so fucked up it can't be seen by day, they needed to organize for house break ins, voter fraud, and variations of murder by common womanly household goods. The IRA always warns before it bombs so the buildings are empty, there's no loss of human life, unlike Al Quaeda, relegated to bombing us during rush hour. Explosion for explosion, both Mc Kibben and Steinem would have gladly confused them for communists had their opinion been requested. Heck, even if it's not.
And, for that matter, it's not unusual to find a non native Namibian wandering questionable corners of Dublin in a daze, just because the day before he had thanked a Roman Catholic cashieer after receiving change for a purchase. Hey, he's Irish too.
Friday, July 26, 2013
I listen to PBS's Lopate? They know, who knows how, and start shouting they're starting a war with same.
On top of which, the following are photos of my mother's latest damage tomy immediate living quarters. Why? Because it's Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei's, job for Nazi False Jew whoremakers at 196-37/39 45th Avenue, the house perpetually misnumbered, on slats, 35/37. Yesterday she burst into my apartment sitting in my chair, saying it was hers, threatening me for calling the police on her latest break in, no sign of forced entry, which broke part of a table I was fixing for her other murderess friend, of Italian citizens since '45, to be specific, by the name of Filippa Gaetta, living at 189-49 45th Avenue, Flushing. Both are in the habit of stalking me. The goat fucking Old Salty pimp whore who lets her husband get plastic surgery to resemble an Israeli commander, same surgery on the younger Chechen of Boston marathon fame, now looks like a Citibank connected account closing would be Avigail, a Russo-German version, who at the bank is working closely with the Colonna, of the nazifascist X MAS of yore. They swore they would make me a whore, so they follow me, saying they know me, and etc.
I go to Waldbaums at 8:00AM yesterday? The goat fucking whore, who lets her husband rape a kid while plotting to takeover the States as I work in the garden follows me there, crossing my path;
I'm at the supermarket at 3:00PM today? She arranged an incident with a new hire, a "Jen", so that the latter would call the manager. She came in, and stood by the counter while I was explaining that I had bought the produce yesterday, not a month ago, like Jen told him. I also told him he needs to report Old Salty since she has no right to insinuate I'm her business by stalking me, which fucking infuriates me for how much others may be intimidated by the same technique and harmed by it.
For the whores at 28, the same address, having a relationship with a Jew is a blood sport. I don't know them, and I'm tired of these trash shit fucks minding my business, as if listening to Shostakovic in my private apartment, at no blaring level was theirs. If they know anything about me it's from trespassing and stalking. I don't even know their fucking names. They make me so sick I can't even stand to look at them.
Lately, I've suffered hundreds of dollars of damage,which I'm detracting from my rent, the grossest trash was finding a pair of espadrilles, to peopleish for them and not whorish enough because flat, full of exfoliated skin and greasy black in between the toes pieces of gunk, stuck to the inside soles with great insistence in the right shoe, less in the left. I disinfected them and scubbed them, I don't want to leave them a goddamn thing. I also found, in the past, a pair of socks in my drawer, stiffened on the tip, with mucus pieces attached to them. Who the fuck would associate with filth like this who handles trash like that? On top of which I always find my refrigerator with small pieces of dirt in it, black, a collection of onion skins, as if the actual onions had disappeared, leaving behind only the outer skin, stains, cuts between cabinets and walls, chair leg padding tilted up, the rim of the toilet dirty, under it the same, black gunk in the inside of the shower, even though I dry it every single time I take a shower.
I have never in my life witnessed such filth. My mother and her family changed in the '90's, completely.
The photos are to be viewed from the bottom up, in terms of time of occurrence. The top one would be the last one, with my recycling bins stored where they always are, after I cleared the area. They're also trying to prove that I don't recycle or prepare the trash according to regulations, which I do, so they can imply there's something wrong with me to supporting witnesses. I always do: I use dark bags for trash, blue for recyclables, clean, and with weight and considerations in terms of packing as well.
The open doors also show her insistence that those closet areas need to be open, when she says and wants regardless of their being in my apartment's area. She also removed a security door to make her access easier, and wanted a lock for the closet with the chair in it, which I removed, installing a regular closet handle, with no lock, since my apartment gets broken into, hers only if she needs to claim I did.
I'm at East Flushing library, and the supervisor is discussing P2 naziterrorist satanic loggia, connected to Gelli, saying as if this were a dank hidden place where no public traffic like me occurred:
" (...) if the loggia goes low (...)".They think I'm impressed with the impression that the whole world is a Nazi paranoia? I can't fucking wait until this comes to a fucking head.These stupid, stupid childfuckers.
Picture above, the clean up, being done by me, placing my recycling bins in the closet area immediately outside my apartment, where I store the recycling in bags until it's time to bring them out. I try to do so close to pickup time, if not the nazifascist neo con slavist trash goes through them, for curio hate reasons, it seems. I tried bins outside, the top always vanishes, and the cans are bashed in. Same for glass torage containers. Tops always awhol. Why is not forme to speculate, but to report.
On top of which, the following are photos of my mother's latest damage tomy immediate living quarters. Why? Because it's Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei's, job for Nazi False Jew whoremakers at 196-37/39 45th Avenue, the house perpetually misnumbered, on slats, 35/37. Yesterday she burst into my apartment sitting in my chair, saying it was hers, threatening me for calling the police on her latest break in, no sign of forced entry, which broke part of a table I was fixing for her other murderess friend, of Italian citizens since '45, to be specific, by the name of Filippa Gaetta, living at 189-49 45th Avenue, Flushing. Both are in the habit of stalking me. The goat fucking Old Salty pimp whore who lets her husband get plastic surgery to resemble an Israeli commander, same surgery on the younger Chechen of Boston marathon fame, now looks like a Citibank connected account closing would be Avigail, a Russo-German version, who at the bank is working closely with the Colonna, of the nazifascist X MAS of yore. They swore they would make me a whore, so they follow me, saying they know me, and etc.
I go to Waldbaums at 8:00AM yesterday? The goat fucking whore, who lets her husband rape a kid while plotting to takeover the States as I work in the garden follows me there, crossing my path;
I'm at the supermarket at 3:00PM today? She arranged an incident with a new hire, a "Jen", so that the latter would call the manager. She came in, and stood by the counter while I was explaining that I had bought the produce yesterday, not a month ago, like Jen told him. I also told him he needs to report Old Salty since she has no right to insinuate I'm her business by stalking me, which fucking infuriates me for how much others may be intimidated by the same technique and harmed by it.
For the whores at 28, the same address, having a relationship with a Jew is a blood sport. I don't know them, and I'm tired of these trash shit fucks minding my business, as if listening to Shostakovic in my private apartment, at no blaring level was theirs. If they know anything about me it's from trespassing and stalking. I don't even know their fucking names. They make me so sick I can't even stand to look at them.
Lately, I've suffered hundreds of dollars of damage,which I'm detracting from my rent, the grossest trash was finding a pair of espadrilles, to peopleish for them and not whorish enough because flat, full of exfoliated skin and greasy black in between the toes pieces of gunk, stuck to the inside soles with great insistence in the right shoe, less in the left. I disinfected them and scubbed them, I don't want to leave them a goddamn thing. I also found, in the past, a pair of socks in my drawer, stiffened on the tip, with mucus pieces attached to them. Who the fuck would associate with filth like this who handles trash like that? On top of which I always find my refrigerator with small pieces of dirt in it, black, a collection of onion skins, as if the actual onions had disappeared, leaving behind only the outer skin, stains, cuts between cabinets and walls, chair leg padding tilted up, the rim of the toilet dirty, under it the same, black gunk in the inside of the shower, even though I dry it every single time I take a shower.
I have never in my life witnessed such filth. My mother and her family changed in the '90's, completely.
The photos are to be viewed from the bottom up, in terms of time of occurrence. The top one would be the last one, with my recycling bins stored where they always are, after I cleared the area. They're also trying to prove that I don't recycle or prepare the trash according to regulations, which I do, so they can imply there's something wrong with me to supporting witnesses. I always do: I use dark bags for trash, blue for recyclables, clean, and with weight and considerations in terms of packing as well.
The open doors also show her insistence that those closet areas need to be open, when she says and wants regardless of their being in my apartment's area. She also removed a security door to make her access easier, and wanted a lock for the closet with the chair in it, which I removed, installing a regular closet handle, with no lock, since my apartment gets broken into, hers only if she needs to claim I did.
I'm at East Flushing library, and the supervisor is discussing P2 naziterrorist satanic loggia, connected to Gelli, saying as if this were a dank hidden place where no public traffic like me occurred:
" (...) if the loggia goes low (...)".They think I'm impressed with the impression that the whole world is a Nazi paranoia? I can't fucking wait until this comes to a fucking head.These stupid, stupid childfuckers.
Picture above, the clean up, being done by me, placing my recycling bins in the closet area immediately outside my apartment, where I store the recycling in bags until it's time to bring them out. I try to do so close to pickup time, if not the nazifascist neo con slavist trash goes through them, for curio hate reasons, it seems. I tried bins outside, the top always vanishes, and the cans are bashed in. Same for glass torage containers. Tops always awhol. Why is not forme to speculate, but to report.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
New York City in the Wake of Portents Befalling after the Birth of Kate of Cambridge's Spew:
Enormous scallions sold from cartboard boxes in downtown Flushing, by the first stop of Fort Totten's line, controlled for future blow-up possibilities for the Crown of England, the Neo Confederacy and their allies by:
Granelle at the 111,Queens Precinct;
Spies for the Crown of England itself...will the Squid be executed by the country's secret services, one wonders, since for Scat of Cambridge one just grabs commoners by the collar, yanking them off the street for a hecatomb to celebrate a new cerebral stillbirth?
Lady Gaga, and her insert as a square faced dancer on the Alejandro video, advertise the scallions through their height as Muslims, saying that genetic alterations through pills and chromosomal damage will make you taller, eventually, so start with the scallions;
Same guy through his relatives, all in appearance, Colonna, appears at East Flushing Library as an Indian the country, on the bus as a muslim, spitting on the ground if current news mention something harmful occurring to Bin Ladin and Al Quaeda; in downtown Flushing, same family guy wears a yarmulke, and by Prince Street and Roosevelt Avenue, he totters around with a cane, saying he will transport you to a brothel, if you would follow him.
For that matter, my scallions, normal size, bought at Waldbaums, have been victims of constant break ins, no sign of forced entry, abducting my fresh at least four times, substituting them with wilted after two or so days stay in my fridge;
At East Flushing Library, all computers reject my pin, and I was told I needed to exchange my library card, offering a big $2.00 to their pockets, skirting the coffers of the library itself. I tried using my card on my laptop, it worked fine;
At Oasis, fronting the South on Northern and Francis Lewis I was chased by the owner simulating Jews-from Avigail's features at that, started badgering me after I bought a cookie they told me was nameless for a dollar, asking me why I was writing down info on an Occupancy sign when his Nazi NeoCon brothel connection, for cannibalism and coordination for home invasions was Northern Irish, green and orange up top, and abducted all those falling under Austro Hungarian Hapsburg then Nazi and English Hunt Chase based on "race" , yellow and black, to Indian the Country orphanages where the children would suck on rope out of hunger, exposed to the elements, to train for blowjobs much later, as prison complex slavery spies; The guy Ithaca's for Odysseus, in the shop, splurts out his cellphone and starts filming me for his "wife" in Greece, I call 911 and tell them that he is, and all I got out of it was a cookie, nameless at that;
The clients at this library think they own the place because patron for them means they are the aegis that supports the institution, and organize openly with the staff, which since about ten minutes ago, sent a "Jew" on a mission somewhere;
At citibank, on Main Street in Flushing, a Park delayed the $10.00 monthly fee which they shouldn't be charging because of Direct Deposit so I could get caught with excessive withdrawals, changed the drawer as as soon as my transaction was processed, and is busy defrauding The New York Times from its subscription introits by using a post office box in Pittsburg paralleling the zip code of the area. Also: there are no transaction slips in view, an employee of the branch told me that they tortured Asians for brothel circles also involving cannibalism, turning them into "fish",also a Leon family-team venture;
Rockefeller puke is also involved, here with one of their abducted children, a blonde child with a wide face, a little older than a toddler. They also thought it opportune to intermingle with the Anastasia due to their union infiltrating capabilities from the early 1900's on;
I also was almost run over by June Rossi, an estranged half-sister I never lived with, through a FLA license car, and a Mott scout, with a muffin Mohawk;
Early in the morning the plan, for her and my mother, was to ruin real estate I hold in common with the latter through a firm involved in replacing sound walls and supporting beams, involving Greg Allen, and Allen constructions, which are red, white and black;
Cars involved:
"Quality Lumber" truck, NY License 78316 MB;
Black Honda, a DAP special, DAP being the Home Depot team trying to harm me through "Alex" products, cheap caulking, an Allen home damage special, and DAP being integral to its NY Licence Plate DAP 8710;
Another pull-up, BMB 1598, a gray green Suburban Chevrolet, FIAT indebted;
As soon as I reached Saint Nicholas' height, a red Dodge Canyon NY DLZ 4632, same last number of my etched I'll abduct you to a Mexican Arian camp, one a 14,the other a 32;
bills given me from the strange drawer at Citibank, Flushing, coordinated by Alessandra Mussolini, Colonna, and Rockefeller:
C 88485166A;
C 30999216B;
G 92222712D;
D 10440056D;
F 52698792I....this seemingly false, right from a bank?
Nazi brothel abduction crews, lining non parking zones as livery cabs facing College Point Boulevard:
T477791C;
This by a ramshackle Touro College Front;
T628862C;
The hit and run car, from FLA? AKV B55,a Mittler special, at 48-63 45th Avenue, Bayside Hills,one house behind the one June Rossi grew up in, but they weren't there yet. I'm sure she welcome wagoned that family to do whose other's in, is anybody's guess, but, hey, on the same block, facing 48th was a synagogue ;
Mittler False Jews arranged FDNY ambulances everywhere I went, through Frank Marzella as well, trying to abduct me outside the supermarket, by the bus stop, etcetera with the Squid of England's very own Scat calling all those who failed to abduct me inept, shouting from Olympus at me;
I was called a whore by trash, organized, and here at East Flushing, they mention my name, like it were nothing, me being a fixture of theirs, this from complete strangers;
911 abetting these coup d' etatists involved in the murder of families, abduction of the children, and, hey, if you're a pig, you may be unclean, but you won't go extinct as a "race", cannibalism:
12:09/10/12/20/27;
1:25/27/29/31/32 twice/34/35 twice/36/37/38/58.
HRA East River also abducts for Rockefeller etc team through Honeywell, declaring HRA recipients "homeless" when they're not.
Enormous scallions sold from cartboard boxes in downtown Flushing, by the first stop of Fort Totten's line, controlled for future blow-up possibilities for the Crown of England, the Neo Confederacy and their allies by:
Granelle at the 111,Queens Precinct;
Spies for the Crown of England itself...will the Squid be executed by the country's secret services, one wonders, since for Scat of Cambridge one just grabs commoners by the collar, yanking them off the street for a hecatomb to celebrate a new cerebral stillbirth?
Lady Gaga, and her insert as a square faced dancer on the Alejandro video, advertise the scallions through their height as Muslims, saying that genetic alterations through pills and chromosomal damage will make you taller, eventually, so start with the scallions;
Same guy through his relatives, all in appearance, Colonna, appears at East Flushing Library as an Indian the country, on the bus as a muslim, spitting on the ground if current news mention something harmful occurring to Bin Ladin and Al Quaeda; in downtown Flushing, same family guy wears a yarmulke, and by Prince Street and Roosevelt Avenue, he totters around with a cane, saying he will transport you to a brothel, if you would follow him.
For that matter, my scallions, normal size, bought at Waldbaums, have been victims of constant break ins, no sign of forced entry, abducting my fresh at least four times, substituting them with wilted after two or so days stay in my fridge;
At East Flushing Library, all computers reject my pin, and I was told I needed to exchange my library card, offering a big $2.00 to their pockets, skirting the coffers of the library itself. I tried using my card on my laptop, it worked fine;
At Oasis, fronting the South on Northern and Francis Lewis I was chased by the owner simulating Jews-from Avigail's features at that, started badgering me after I bought a cookie they told me was nameless for a dollar, asking me why I was writing down info on an Occupancy sign when his Nazi NeoCon brothel connection, for cannibalism and coordination for home invasions was Northern Irish, green and orange up top, and abducted all those falling under Austro Hungarian Hapsburg then Nazi and English Hunt Chase based on "race" , yellow and black, to Indian the Country orphanages where the children would suck on rope out of hunger, exposed to the elements, to train for blowjobs much later, as prison complex slavery spies; The guy Ithaca's for Odysseus, in the shop, splurts out his cellphone and starts filming me for his "wife" in Greece, I call 911 and tell them that he is, and all I got out of it was a cookie, nameless at that;
The clients at this library think they own the place because patron for them means they are the aegis that supports the institution, and organize openly with the staff, which since about ten minutes ago, sent a "Jew" on a mission somewhere;
At citibank, on Main Street in Flushing, a Park delayed the $10.00 monthly fee which they shouldn't be charging because of Direct Deposit so I could get caught with excessive withdrawals, changed the drawer as as soon as my transaction was processed, and is busy defrauding The New York Times from its subscription introits by using a post office box in Pittsburg paralleling the zip code of the area. Also: there are no transaction slips in view, an employee of the branch told me that they tortured Asians for brothel circles also involving cannibalism, turning them into "fish",also a Leon family-team venture;
Rockefeller puke is also involved, here with one of their abducted children, a blonde child with a wide face, a little older than a toddler. They also thought it opportune to intermingle with the Anastasia due to their union infiltrating capabilities from the early 1900's on;
I also was almost run over by June Rossi, an estranged half-sister I never lived with, through a FLA license car, and a Mott scout, with a muffin Mohawk;
Early in the morning the plan, for her and my mother, was to ruin real estate I hold in common with the latter through a firm involved in replacing sound walls and supporting beams, involving Greg Allen, and Allen constructions, which are red, white and black;
Cars involved:
"Quality Lumber" truck, NY License 78316 MB;
Black Honda, a DAP special, DAP being the Home Depot team trying to harm me through "Alex" products, cheap caulking, an Allen home damage special, and DAP being integral to its NY Licence Plate DAP 8710;
Another pull-up, BMB 1598, a gray green Suburban Chevrolet, FIAT indebted;
As soon as I reached Saint Nicholas' height, a red Dodge Canyon NY DLZ 4632, same last number of my etched I'll abduct you to a Mexican Arian camp, one a 14,the other a 32;
bills given me from the strange drawer at Citibank, Flushing, coordinated by Alessandra Mussolini, Colonna, and Rockefeller:
C 88485166A;
C 30999216B;
G 92222712D;
D 10440056D;
F 52698792I....this seemingly false, right from a bank?
Nazi brothel abduction crews, lining non parking zones as livery cabs facing College Point Boulevard:
T477791C;
This by a ramshackle Touro College Front;
T628862C;
The hit and run car, from FLA? AKV B55,a Mittler special, at 48-63 45th Avenue, Bayside Hills,one house behind the one June Rossi grew up in, but they weren't there yet. I'm sure she welcome wagoned that family to do whose other's in, is anybody's guess, but, hey, on the same block, facing 48th was a synagogue ;
Mittler False Jews arranged FDNY ambulances everywhere I went, through Frank Marzella as well, trying to abduct me outside the supermarket, by the bus stop, etcetera with the Squid of England's very own Scat calling all those who failed to abduct me inept, shouting from Olympus at me;
I was called a whore by trash, organized, and here at East Flushing, they mention my name, like it were nothing, me being a fixture of theirs, this from complete strangers;
911 abetting these coup d' etatists involved in the murder of families, abduction of the children, and, hey, if you're a pig, you may be unclean, but you won't go extinct as a "race", cannibalism:
12:09/10/12/20/27;
1:25/27/29/31/32 twice/34/35 twice/36/37/38/58.
HRA East River also abducts for Rockefeller etc team through Honeywell, declaring HRA recipients "homeless" when they're not.
Monday, July 22, 2013
New York City, July 22, 2013
Heat wave invades the subway, finding it hard to leave Newyorkers to their fate
This, for the past week of extreme heat, has been true in otherwise areas frigid enough to knock the heat prostration out of you, such as busesm subways, local libraries, supermarkets, and stores. Add a heat wave so smitten with us it has decided to make even working spaces Tropic of Capricorn hot, thanks to a delirious MTA who is also organizing Bammy Confederate style to break in our houses and substitute, say, your rice with the nutritionless trash they throw on the bus floor, for their elite teams to scoop up and then drop in your food supply. Subway workers have been seen running away from this Sadie Hawkins chase with no relief in place, in one of the hottest, most humid and perhaps, confusingly breathless ares to work in the summer of this particular asphalt jungle. The heat remains incomprehending, much like the MTA board itself.
Heat wave invades the subway, finding it hard to leave Newyorkers to their fate
This, for the past week of extreme heat, has been true in otherwise areas frigid enough to knock the heat prostration out of you, such as busesm subways, local libraries, supermarkets, and stores. Add a heat wave so smitten with us it has decided to make even working spaces Tropic of Capricorn hot, thanks to a delirious MTA who is also organizing Bammy Confederate style to break in our houses and substitute, say, your rice with the nutritionless trash they throw on the bus floor, for their elite teams to scoop up and then drop in your food supply. Subway workers have been seen running away from this Sadie Hawkins chase with no relief in place, in one of the hottest, most humid and perhaps, confusingly breathless ares to work in the summer of this particular asphalt jungle. The heat remains incomprehending, much like the MTA board itself.
Friday, July 19, 2013
All Relatives in Collusion, Plan on Calling the Police and Ambulances Fradulently, then Chaining Me to my bed until I do the "Will of the Family".
Please take good aim. No one has my keys. I have disowned and estranged all of them, they have no business being near me.
For about 24 hours, nothing but audible messaging of belligerence from relatives of my mother's, in laws as well. Here's what was said:
Lilli Cavallo, unknown location.
Known presence in following zones: Aversa, Trentola, at a nonexistent Via Dante 1, San Marcellino, at Via Conte; all in Caserta, Italy; Malgrat De Mar, by Barcellona, Spain; Amsterdam, Netherlands; Florida; Waterbury, Connecticut:
" I don't recognize your new name. I'll arranged to have your sternum removed and a flap built over your heart so I can eat it, and drink away everything that is yours";
Known as a Nazi nuclear terrorist by family members, associated with Casal Di Principe Camorra , a Sandokan, and Alessandra Mussolini as well;
Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei, my mother, who lives on the first floor of our house. We pooled inherited money to buy real estate. She owes me for a depleted trust fund, the sale of a family apartment in Napoli, in Via Epomeo, and our family house, in Bayside Hills, which she just sold. No money is to ever go to any family member and I will administer everything once my mother dies. No need to apply, really, and continue to destroy my credit, and bank accounts, see what it gets you.
Contact she used to embezzle money from me: Melinda Di Matteo, Emma Fasano, Patrizia Sammartino, Antonello Florio, Gigi Di Chiara, Sandokan, and the rest of her family in Italy and elsewhere;
In New York City: O' Rourke, including Janelle. The first was the lawyer who supposedly my father left his will with. The story is conflictual, since my father had not been to the States in years, and my mother claimed that about a year or so before he died, he had changed his will, Leon, Allen, an O'Rourke friend, along with the 111, Queens, the Precinct by 68th and Lexington, and the one in Long Island City by the 7 train stop, George Bush;
What was said by her, among much else:
" Figlia mia (my child) I'm revenging myself of you with my whole family."
What she has done lately?
Harm me economically, physically, harass me continuously, have her friend Filippa Gaetta, another fascist, harass and stalk me, stalk me with Adimiketakis, a noted Greek Nazi terrorist wanted for extradiction in Greece, operating as a Real Estate agent with no license supposedly forReMax, try to harass me into prostitution, try to have me murdered, falsely arrest me, arrange with 111, Queens to defraud Medicare and Medicaid, notably with a Famiglietti, harass me with Filippa Gaetta if she thinks I'm having sex, also to look in, wanting me to have sex with Frank Marzella, an in law of hers. My mother has never abused me sexually, so I don't know where this variant comes from;
On my finding a broken piece of dishware in my bedroom, after I had removed all the pieces and disposed of them in the trash:
"I'll put it in your eye until it's infected" or, as she said, "infettato",in Italianate;
As I do art work at 3:15AM, somehow George Bush knows and says, addressing my mother directly as his slave, Alabama style, by her first name:
"Emilia, do you approve what she's doing? No? Then leave her to me."
Placed an old toilet brush on the garage countertop we use for plants for a third party who wanted to say they would insert it in my mouth;
Two days past, had me stalked in the supermarket by thugs claiming they would "beat me up" for her;
Frank Marzella, from Patterson,New Jersey, and living,allegedly, at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut, married to her sister, Olimpia, apparently a Father Knows Best Homer Simpson type, leaving cutesy messages on answering machines such as "Frank and Olimpia are not home right now, leave a message!". A Cavallo contact as well .His youngest son is connected both to White Supremacy, crime, and an Asian who drives to Flushing, from Connecticut, to shop. For that matter, he declared himself a chemist without a college degree, his daughter Sandra (not a family name) a pediatrician with a claim to nonexistent hospital access rights to a Connecticut hospital, Middlesex, responsible for adopting adolescents, and openly claiming to have done so with nonexistent legislative proceedings, and, for what's heard, and said, having sex with his offspring, mostly because who the hell would have sex with a repugnant, vile, piece of refuse like him. He knows I'm writing this, and conveys the message, You publish this, you're on, rape, of course being the outcome.
Melted photo contact sheets, melted film, stolen photos, two rusted paperclips, paper glued together:
Lilli Cavallo, promising to give me tetanus just for being an artist; she also breaks in,no sign of forced entry, to wash my floor with dog shit because that's what "the family" wants me "to eat, in a brothel, for about a week, (...) then you graduate"
the life of a nuclear Nazi must be thankless
Frank Marzella shouting "Oy vey" to "hunt"Jews;
Frank Marzella clearing some major points on how I can gain acceptantance from him and his family members because he needs to get closer:
1) They approve only of womanly thoughts;
2) I cannot think of art, it's too manly;
3) I can now withstand interrogation from the police if I don't reply to every piece of nonsense he throws my way;
My mother, in support, states that soon, soon, she'll have me arrested by "hers";
4) They want to be involved in everything in my life;
5) I can be a whore for their ring;
6) I am insane;
7) They arranged for an entire bag of circular chest hair originating from Elan Portnoy, stored by and at 28, who also breaks in to steal my garbage bags because I pack according to the rules, so she can drop it, bits of dust, and other longish hair, on my floor, during breakins, no sign of forced entry;
8) Put your comb on the bottom shelf of your mirror cabinet!
9) Let Lucia Leon and Greg Allen continue to damage your apartment;
-No one has the keys to said, but me-
10) I need to wear white underwear to please him and his family;
11) I need to give up writing to marry him, a good man needs a whore in bed;
12) Gave reverse Jew horns to my wooden bed frame because I refused to have a Savoia to sleep in it. The latter had simply introduced himself to me not as nobility, but as a friend, discovered a posteriori as heroin and whore pimping addled, musical group manager Antonello Florio, from Napoli, who still owes me more than one hundred borrowed dollars and was introduced to me by a knitting, elementary tweed skirt wearing old school acquaintance;
As I intimate repairing or cleaning it, he starts shouting I'm destroying his work;
13) He is consciously aware that this badgering is cruel and inhuman punishment, which I deserve, until I become one of them, like a domesticated donkey, beaten into ?
14) Has, as an ambition, unknown if his highest, to be recognized as a temible terrorist. In Big Ben chimes 37/39, incorrectly numbered by -2, since 2010, no sign of a fine on the horizon, past, present or future, due to their 111, Queens whore and panty sniffing and stealing even from other people's laundry bags cover, with the occasional Alessandra Mussolini spy, sharing with the rest of us that it is an ambition common to her, them, as well. Her husband, a handy man who repairs walls with cartboard boxes painted in white and removes our roof tiles to corner a replacement job in who knows what, rapes young male children orally while discussing, in a rage, how he wants to destroy the United States, with his windows wide open, and me tinkering in the garden ,directly siding his driveway;
15) He wants my card cut up and wants to be paid by me for him to handle my finances;
16) Hides at 41,with a job to do in the neighborhood, if he can get to me. Yesterday for Garnett also liquors at 68th and Lexington where they lock up graduating classes at Hunter College, CUNY, one block from the Precinct swearing that Lega spies from the nearby Italian consulate and Spanish and Italian cultural institutes are actually detectives. That's two houses northeast, 37/39 being the stucco manor born in wishful or nostalgic Bavarian with two entrances;
17) Kira Jolliffe, feeling left out, announces her connection to these Nazifascist terrorists, by way of children as delicacies for cannibalism circles her friends and she organize in Cambodia, her British Royalty parties, and is recognized as a presence in my mother's life by none other than my mother herself. In my life, she was attached to a friend of Greg Allen, who she claimed had a relationship with the CIA, spying being a matter to be dropped as a casual conversation piece in a gossip session about sexual habits, how she attended said parties, and I didn't, and more nonsense that sent me fast asleep thinking, who needs sedatives? Allen was connected to Arline Lasberg, who was connected to Chris Cush, who was connected to Elan Portnoy, who was connected to Peter Zaremba and Marilla Palmer, who were connected to Carol Anastasia, Paul Polivko, and Maria Leon,who were connected to an NME article discussing the Fleshtones as a fun band to go see, this back in the early '80s;
Miss Jolliffee also tried to order me as a whore me to a waitress who did not reply or look at her, at a dinner in a Polish restaurant with a red white and black sign West on 2nd, I think, during which I was not addressed once in conversation and still found the talk Nembutal; Her father is a cartoonist of severed dick, built a glass bathroom facing a park, as esquire declared Kira the prettiest placed at 24 in a list while she made it obvious that Garnett thought her Cheap Date her project, and thrift shops only for the rich. These days she advertises on the Internet as a psychologist the better to rip off Medicare and Medicaid into disappearance with, while ruining the brave souls who believe her, all for the British crown, in an effort to privatize their spying the United States, so that the United States foots the bill, in a push for discretion;
Social Registry Entry:
Jolliffe gave me a Provencal lavender coat with a white rabbit fur as a collar and vintage sleeves a bit too New Jersey Army short, posing as a Christmas gift from a friend. After that Bay Garnett introduced herself. She derives from a confederate family murdering gay and 1850+ immigrant by the Bowery and Houston, expanding in Paris, and Europe, overall, during the 20's with the wealthy and aristocrats arranging false arrests by hiring to fire and shootouts in circus tents. I had to endure a cafe' entablature of Garnett, standing as Christ in Leonardo's Last Supper, dangling her knowing a Pillsbury heir as a participle appetizingly alluring a hint of absolutely nothing, which explains why she also said nothing, in a Method Actor push for a vacuous state, about a consequent half hour.
17) Frank Marzella contacted Elan Portnoy to wet nurse a royal knock up in me in my sleep, connected to my menstrual flow to remind me of my abject state as a woman in this post feminist century. I aborted, at none other than Planned parenthood- what could they stop?- and currently, Mr.Portnoy is nursing triplets with a female partner also for Amgen, somewhere in an Indiana called Saint Luis, much like Sandra Marzella's constant anxiety provoking Auntie Em tape loop, churned into better butter by repetition, one two three, testing, testing...
18) Olimpia De Cristofaro, married to the Patterson Marzella, living in exile in another factory town, but in Connecticut, promises not to let up in the propopolis injections at night to blame the FBI, and give me a stunned, numbing state to experience in their dreams, while they manufacture holes in my upper mouth, gum area, and much more, now that they've heard the words Connecticut State College, and intarsia, following up their need to connect to wherewithal that does not wherewithal, thinks that not only will she turn me into a shawled bigot, by exerting an emotional state, not my own, in my general direction, and not as an intimation, but warns me that they and their friends will not let up the noise, stalking, spying and abducting for torture and more fun for everyone to enjoy, until I do her son's will, and will, by gumbo, tie me to my bed until I do.
Oh, not mine Democratic nations, we're in for a long, long eternal haul. And Sparky, strap on the seatbelt, the lull's ahead of the getting back.
Please take good aim. No one has my keys. I have disowned and estranged all of them, they have no business being near me.
For about 24 hours, nothing but audible messaging of belligerence from relatives of my mother's, in laws as well. Here's what was said:
Lilli Cavallo, unknown location.
Known presence in following zones: Aversa, Trentola, at a nonexistent Via Dante 1, San Marcellino, at Via Conte; all in Caserta, Italy; Malgrat De Mar, by Barcellona, Spain; Amsterdam, Netherlands; Florida; Waterbury, Connecticut:
" I don't recognize your new name. I'll arranged to have your sternum removed and a flap built over your heart so I can eat it, and drink away everything that is yours";
Known as a Nazi nuclear terrorist by family members, associated with Casal Di Principe Camorra , a Sandokan, and Alessandra Mussolini as well;
Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei, my mother, who lives on the first floor of our house. We pooled inherited money to buy real estate. She owes me for a depleted trust fund, the sale of a family apartment in Napoli, in Via Epomeo, and our family house, in Bayside Hills, which she just sold. No money is to ever go to any family member and I will administer everything once my mother dies. No need to apply, really, and continue to destroy my credit, and bank accounts, see what it gets you.
Contact she used to embezzle money from me: Melinda Di Matteo, Emma Fasano, Patrizia Sammartino, Antonello Florio, Gigi Di Chiara, Sandokan, and the rest of her family in Italy and elsewhere;
In New York City: O' Rourke, including Janelle. The first was the lawyer who supposedly my father left his will with. The story is conflictual, since my father had not been to the States in years, and my mother claimed that about a year or so before he died, he had changed his will, Leon, Allen, an O'Rourke friend, along with the 111, Queens, the Precinct by 68th and Lexington, and the one in Long Island City by the 7 train stop, George Bush;
What was said by her, among much else:
" Figlia mia (my child) I'm revenging myself of you with my whole family."
What she has done lately?
Harm me economically, physically, harass me continuously, have her friend Filippa Gaetta, another fascist, harass and stalk me, stalk me with Adimiketakis, a noted Greek Nazi terrorist wanted for extradiction in Greece, operating as a Real Estate agent with no license supposedly forReMax, try to harass me into prostitution, try to have me murdered, falsely arrest me, arrange with 111, Queens to defraud Medicare and Medicaid, notably with a Famiglietti, harass me with Filippa Gaetta if she thinks I'm having sex, also to look in, wanting me to have sex with Frank Marzella, an in law of hers. My mother has never abused me sexually, so I don't know where this variant comes from;
On my finding a broken piece of dishware in my bedroom, after I had removed all the pieces and disposed of them in the trash:
"I'll put it in your eye until it's infected" or, as she said, "infettato",in Italianate;
As I do art work at 3:15AM, somehow George Bush knows and says, addressing my mother directly as his slave, Alabama style, by her first name:
"Emilia, do you approve what she's doing? No? Then leave her to me."
Placed an old toilet brush on the garage countertop we use for plants for a third party who wanted to say they would insert it in my mouth;
Two days past, had me stalked in the supermarket by thugs claiming they would "beat me up" for her;
Frank Marzella, from Patterson,New Jersey, and living,allegedly, at 187 Hickory Hill Drive, Waterbury Connecticut, married to her sister, Olimpia, apparently a Father Knows Best Homer Simpson type, leaving cutesy messages on answering machines such as "Frank and Olimpia are not home right now, leave a message!". A Cavallo contact as well .His youngest son is connected both to White Supremacy, crime, and an Asian who drives to Flushing, from Connecticut, to shop. For that matter, he declared himself a chemist without a college degree, his daughter Sandra (not a family name) a pediatrician with a claim to nonexistent hospital access rights to a Connecticut hospital, Middlesex, responsible for adopting adolescents, and openly claiming to have done so with nonexistent legislative proceedings, and, for what's heard, and said, having sex with his offspring, mostly because who the hell would have sex with a repugnant, vile, piece of refuse like him. He knows I'm writing this, and conveys the message, You publish this, you're on, rape, of course being the outcome.
Melted photo contact sheets, melted film, stolen photos, two rusted paperclips, paper glued together:
Lilli Cavallo, promising to give me tetanus just for being an artist; she also breaks in,no sign of forced entry, to wash my floor with dog shit because that's what "the family" wants me "to eat, in a brothel, for about a week, (...) then you graduate"
the life of a nuclear Nazi must be thankless
Frank Marzella shouting "Oy vey" to "hunt"Jews;
Frank Marzella clearing some major points on how I can gain acceptantance from him and his family members because he needs to get closer:
1) They approve only of womanly thoughts;
2) I cannot think of art, it's too manly;
3) I can now withstand interrogation from the police if I don't reply to every piece of nonsense he throws my way;
My mother, in support, states that soon, soon, she'll have me arrested by "hers";
4) They want to be involved in everything in my life;
5) I can be a whore for their ring;
6) I am insane;
7) They arranged for an entire bag of circular chest hair originating from Elan Portnoy, stored by and at 28, who also breaks in to steal my garbage bags because I pack according to the rules, so she can drop it, bits of dust, and other longish hair, on my floor, during breakins, no sign of forced entry;
8) Put your comb on the bottom shelf of your mirror cabinet!
9) Let Lucia Leon and Greg Allen continue to damage your apartment;
-No one has the keys to said, but me-
10) I need to wear white underwear to please him and his family;
11) I need to give up writing to marry him, a good man needs a whore in bed;
12) Gave reverse Jew horns to my wooden bed frame because I refused to have a Savoia to sleep in it. The latter had simply introduced himself to me not as nobility, but as a friend, discovered a posteriori as heroin and whore pimping addled, musical group manager Antonello Florio, from Napoli, who still owes me more than one hundred borrowed dollars and was introduced to me by a knitting, elementary tweed skirt wearing old school acquaintance;
As I intimate repairing or cleaning it, he starts shouting I'm destroying his work;
13) He is consciously aware that this badgering is cruel and inhuman punishment, which I deserve, until I become one of them, like a domesticated donkey, beaten into ?
14) Has, as an ambition, unknown if his highest, to be recognized as a temible terrorist. In Big Ben chimes 37/39, incorrectly numbered by -2, since 2010, no sign of a fine on the horizon, past, present or future, due to their 111, Queens whore and panty sniffing and stealing even from other people's laundry bags cover, with the occasional Alessandra Mussolini spy, sharing with the rest of us that it is an ambition common to her, them, as well. Her husband, a handy man who repairs walls with cartboard boxes painted in white and removes our roof tiles to corner a replacement job in who knows what, rapes young male children orally while discussing, in a rage, how he wants to destroy the United States, with his windows wide open, and me tinkering in the garden ,directly siding his driveway;
15) He wants my card cut up and wants to be paid by me for him to handle my finances;
16) Hides at 41,with a job to do in the neighborhood, if he can get to me. Yesterday for Garnett also liquors at 68th and Lexington where they lock up graduating classes at Hunter College, CUNY, one block from the Precinct swearing that Lega spies from the nearby Italian consulate and Spanish and Italian cultural institutes are actually detectives. That's two houses northeast, 37/39 being the stucco manor born in wishful or nostalgic Bavarian with two entrances;
17) Kira Jolliffe, feeling left out, announces her connection to these Nazifascist terrorists, by way of children as delicacies for cannibalism circles her friends and she organize in Cambodia, her British Royalty parties, and is recognized as a presence in my mother's life by none other than my mother herself. In my life, she was attached to a friend of Greg Allen, who she claimed had a relationship with the CIA, spying being a matter to be dropped as a casual conversation piece in a gossip session about sexual habits, how she attended said parties, and I didn't, and more nonsense that sent me fast asleep thinking, who needs sedatives? Allen was connected to Arline Lasberg, who was connected to Chris Cush, who was connected to Elan Portnoy, who was connected to Peter Zaremba and Marilla Palmer, who were connected to Carol Anastasia, Paul Polivko, and Maria Leon,who were connected to an NME article discussing the Fleshtones as a fun band to go see, this back in the early '80s;
Miss Jolliffee also tried to order me as a whore me to a waitress who did not reply or look at her, at a dinner in a Polish restaurant with a red white and black sign West on 2nd, I think, during which I was not addressed once in conversation and still found the talk Nembutal; Her father is a cartoonist of severed dick, built a glass bathroom facing a park, as esquire declared Kira the prettiest placed at 24 in a list while she made it obvious that Garnett thought her Cheap Date her project, and thrift shops only for the rich. These days she advertises on the Internet as a psychologist the better to rip off Medicare and Medicaid into disappearance with, while ruining the brave souls who believe her, all for the British crown, in an effort to privatize their spying the United States, so that the United States foots the bill, in a push for discretion;
Social Registry Entry:
Jolliffe gave me a Provencal lavender coat with a white rabbit fur as a collar and vintage sleeves a bit too New Jersey Army short, posing as a Christmas gift from a friend. After that Bay Garnett introduced herself. She derives from a confederate family murdering gay and 1850+ immigrant by the Bowery and Houston, expanding in Paris, and Europe, overall, during the 20's with the wealthy and aristocrats arranging false arrests by hiring to fire and shootouts in circus tents. I had to endure a cafe' entablature of Garnett, standing as Christ in Leonardo's Last Supper, dangling her knowing a Pillsbury heir as a participle appetizingly alluring a hint of absolutely nothing, which explains why she also said nothing, in a Method Actor push for a vacuous state, about a consequent half hour.
17) Frank Marzella contacted Elan Portnoy to wet nurse a royal knock up in me in my sleep, connected to my menstrual flow to remind me of my abject state as a woman in this post feminist century. I aborted, at none other than Planned parenthood- what could they stop?- and currently, Mr.Portnoy is nursing triplets with a female partner also for Amgen, somewhere in an Indiana called Saint Luis, much like Sandra Marzella's constant anxiety provoking Auntie Em tape loop, churned into better butter by repetition, one two three, testing, testing...
18) Olimpia De Cristofaro, married to the Patterson Marzella, living in exile in another factory town, but in Connecticut, promises not to let up in the propopolis injections at night to blame the FBI, and give me a stunned, numbing state to experience in their dreams, while they manufacture holes in my upper mouth, gum area, and much more, now that they've heard the words Connecticut State College, and intarsia, following up their need to connect to wherewithal that does not wherewithal, thinks that not only will she turn me into a shawled bigot, by exerting an emotional state, not my own, in my general direction, and not as an intimation, but warns me that they and their friends will not let up the noise, stalking, spying and abducting for torture and more fun for everyone to enjoy, until I do her son's will, and will, by gumbo, tie me to my bed until I do.
Oh, not mine Democratic nations, we're in for a long, long eternal haul. And Sparky, strap on the seatbelt, the lull's ahead of the getting back.
Why If You Attend a Red White and Black Nazifascist, Conservative, Neo Confederate, KKK Connected With a Republican Board University You Only Have Yourself to Blame.
Queens College, City University of New York, taken over in the '90's by a Republican Board did the following for an Allen, Garnett, Elizabeth the Second, Rockefeller, Trent Lott, and George Bush connection, among more :
1) Altered my trascripts in terms of the grades received. My average was 3.79 as an undergraduate. They lowered it to 3.633. My Master's was 4.00, and it still is, who knows for how long. The + , several, were never worked in the average from the get go, when Queens College was still white and blue;
2) Altered the sequence of courses taken. The ones associated with the Search and Destroy mission that Anastasia put together to harm me, also for Christine Quinn, History of Film II, was pushed back. My first record of attendance is listed as Fall 1982, when I first attended Queens in Spring of that year.
Think of what this means to scholarly studies in the United States.
Your degree will be worth nothing, once you graduate.
I've been waiting for years for them to do something as stupid as this.
I found a copy of my transcript along with missing photos, a snippet of an article I wrote for Cheap Date, a Bay Garnett and Kira Jolliffe venture, funded by Keith Richards, and altered completely by same. This connects, in a non subtle way, to how they tried to murder me for 9/11. During that Fall semester I had decided to take a photography class with none other than a relative of Betullah Me Sud, Tony Gonzales, this being unknown to me at the time. He had Manhattan Community College contact me to offer me two courses, starting at 9:00AM, there, with the intimation I would not be hired the following semester. I refused, took the photography course, with Gonzales taught until the middle of the semester, when he interrupted instruction to organize the class criminally, saying his students needed to accept him as a leader. I did not, he claimed I frightened students based on the false testimony of one class supervisor connected to an Aryan captain, and not only was I removed from the class-I did also laugh out loud when he caressed his Equadorian pet on a stool in front of all the students-but given a lower grade than I deserved.
Tony Gonzales is now the chairman of the Art Department at Queens College, CUNY.
Queens College, City University of New York, taken over in the '90's by a Republican Board did the following for an Allen, Garnett, Elizabeth the Second, Rockefeller, Trent Lott, and George Bush connection, among more :
1) Altered my trascripts in terms of the grades received. My average was 3.79 as an undergraduate. They lowered it to 3.633. My Master's was 4.00, and it still is, who knows for how long. The + , several, were never worked in the average from the get go, when Queens College was still white and blue;
2) Altered the sequence of courses taken. The ones associated with the Search and Destroy mission that Anastasia put together to harm me, also for Christine Quinn, History of Film II, was pushed back. My first record of attendance is listed as Fall 1982, when I first attended Queens in Spring of that year.
Think of what this means to scholarly studies in the United States.
Your degree will be worth nothing, once you graduate.
I've been waiting for years for them to do something as stupid as this.
I found a copy of my transcript along with missing photos, a snippet of an article I wrote for Cheap Date, a Bay Garnett and Kira Jolliffe venture, funded by Keith Richards, and altered completely by same. This connects, in a non subtle way, to how they tried to murder me for 9/11. During that Fall semester I had decided to take a photography class with none other than a relative of Betullah Me Sud, Tony Gonzales, this being unknown to me at the time. He had Manhattan Community College contact me to offer me two courses, starting at 9:00AM, there, with the intimation I would not be hired the following semester. I refused, took the photography course, with Gonzales taught until the middle of the semester, when he interrupted instruction to organize the class criminally, saying his students needed to accept him as a leader. I did not, he claimed I frightened students based on the false testimony of one class supervisor connected to an Aryan captain, and not only was I removed from the class-I did also laugh out loud when he caressed his Equadorian pet on a stool in front of all the students-but given a lower grade than I deserved.
Tony Gonzales is now the chairman of the Art Department at Queens College, CUNY.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Lady Gaga,Ben Leon , Jon Stewart, Maria Leon,
plan on murdering me through third, fourth, fifth, sixth (etc) parties while they're high and I'm not.
Postille: Make a mark! No one but me has the keys to my apartment. Not even my mother. Feel free to drive or walk by, aim and shoot at anyone trespassing by my house. I'll witness for you in court.
Today's specials: Lady Gaga plans on poisoning all my food for the love of her tiny prosthetic dick she installed on her crotch for Jon Stewart. And the latter married, again, for all these stalkers, Maria Leon, who stalked me, on a search and destroy mission, with Carol Anastasia (Rockefeller, Reinhardt) , "Ayn Rand" or Christine Quinn, who I dragged slumming in places like Downtown Beirut, and disappeared after being my ride to the East Village from Bayside, while she was choosing male flesh, leaving me with her leftovers, which I never took an interest in since her picks all resembled Long Island libertarian gun toters with floppy t-shirt sleeves, without telling me she was marrying Florida. Oh, the 111 protected her small but growing pill popping dealership, which I never had any evidence of but in her word, which left me completely unmoved, and uninterested, I mean, what? Shut up.
So, in summa: while people like Marilla Palmer cannot read and still bother calling me a small bit whore wherever she can, and think Nazis like her are invincible, and we despised as Southern Italian "niggers" because they're convinced they have the inside scoop even on prejudice, it took us four days to rid Napoli of nazis. Even kids were involved, throwing things at retreating tanks.
So, for the real Italy to you dumb ass fucks: FUCK YOU.
plan on murdering me through third, fourth, fifth, sixth (etc) parties while they're high and I'm not.
Postille: Make a mark! No one but me has the keys to my apartment. Not even my mother. Feel free to drive or walk by, aim and shoot at anyone trespassing by my house. I'll witness for you in court.
Today's specials: Lady Gaga plans on poisoning all my food for the love of her tiny prosthetic dick she installed on her crotch for Jon Stewart. And the latter married, again, for all these stalkers, Maria Leon, who stalked me, on a search and destroy mission, with Carol Anastasia (Rockefeller, Reinhardt) , "Ayn Rand" or Christine Quinn, who I dragged slumming in places like Downtown Beirut, and disappeared after being my ride to the East Village from Bayside, while she was choosing male flesh, leaving me with her leftovers, which I never took an interest in since her picks all resembled Long Island libertarian gun toters with floppy t-shirt sleeves, without telling me she was marrying Florida. Oh, the 111 protected her small but growing pill popping dealership, which I never had any evidence of but in her word, which left me completely unmoved, and uninterested, I mean, what? Shut up.
So, in summa: while people like Marilla Palmer cannot read and still bother calling me a small bit whore wherever she can, and think Nazis like her are invincible, and we despised as Southern Italian "niggers" because they're convinced they have the inside scoop even on prejudice, it took us four days to rid Napoli of nazis. Even kids were involved, throwing things at retreating tanks.
So, for the real Italy to you dumb ass fucks: FUCK YOU.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
911 Orgasms on the Phone in African American Ethnic Middle Class as a Response to an Attempted Abduction by Infiltration in the Fire Department New York Ambulances, after Hate Crime defining me a "mafiosa" by Italian Lega Spies in the US.
I step outside for errands at 8:48AM today, July 16, 2013, the event being so extraordinary it transforms the average 2010's June Cleaver into a mother accompanying her brood to Saint Nicholas to rekindle in their hearts the educational division and listen to the bell toll a Greek Orthodox version of Big Ben, reminding everyone that the Houses of Parliament are a spit's throw away from The Towers of London, and the Iron Masque. As I walk by on the opposite side of the street, the mother daughter team manage a whisper not only addressed to me, but loud enough to hear " Devi finirla di spiare per la cosca. Devi spiare per me.", meaning: "You need to stop spying for the Camorra. You have to spy for me." This, necessarily by their Ford, maroon as the nearest they could come to Alabama's Crimson Tide, New York white and blue license plate ARH- 4238.
A woman with two children follows, going the same direction, and thinks I'm afraid of them as I look in their direction once they get to Saintly Nicks and come chasing after me.
I make 9 phone calls to 911, in the space of 15 minutes, all responded to by an African American Ethnic Middle Class Ethnic Female Voice In Her Perennial Early Thirties, with the exception of one man, same ethnicity, one version of which actually moaned an orgasm after asking me the address twice. The rest, including the man, did not deem this a matter of note, or police investigation. By the time I got through to 911 the coast was deserted, leaving only me there not that easily impressed by the appearance of an FDNY ambulance that did not speed past me heading West, U turned one block ahead, by a Catholic Church, then backtracked toward me, eyeing me from the driver's seat window, then deciding to loiter for no reason exactly where ARH-4238 was parked, at Saintly Nicks two blocks down, SE corner.
There was more, including name making, me, by a Sakina Jaffery to a Mayra Rosario at Citibank Flushing 38-17 Main Street, where no banking transaction tickets could be found, and an April Park threatening me with impeded access to my funds if I offended her by protecting good Citibank personnel from job loss due to hate crime and a coordinated attempt, by Maria Mittler as well, and a Staten Island College, CUNY, German-Italian crime organization with infiltrations on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, and a Kennedy connection to the Precinct by Lexington and 68th, which inserted Lega -an Italian party (concealed Nazi Raid illegal genocidal teams, specializing in New York City, thanks to a Rockefeller, Anastasia, and Jefferson Davis with access to John Jay aegis-with spies in the detective department of said precinct-Hunter College, also CUNY,is less than a block away) into the same subway car as me, with an heir of that German Italian team mother of a Jefferson Davis Richard the III type, in stupid Podunk black and even dumber sun glasses in blue and black, mouthing I was crazy after I started saying that the Lega detective was insulting me as a coffee drinker (southern Italian) ,with a filthy Hapsburg indebted child saying no no in Austrian and leaving the train among with her adult companion, for a gassing expedition arranged by a non-structured,re-alternative, gas punctured left nostril whore with gay slicing and diceing while not overtly bashing short short hair, then puffed on top in an homage to aphrodisiac nazifascist and neo confederate cannibalism, offending me with a pizza box.
Whole Foods Bowery did its best to not identify the coffee I bought as not decaf, at the register, charging me more for calling that to her attention, constructed a two paned mirror by the oil bottles through a Heidrich, the same good Irish cops would smash in bars whenever they caught Margaret Sanger staring in them.
I was Pol Potted by a Court Jap Hirohito guy at the entrance, and figured that Davis, Anastasia, Colonna, Mott, Este,Rockefeller, Reinhart had fans at a Spring Street and Mulberry Street bar that was happy about flinging people abducted from Africa to the sharks for the confederacy, and thus funded and founded Fort Bragg, which still feeds on us to this day.
Spring is green, Frank Marzella's son married a Springly, "adopted" an allegedly satanic cult escapee named Autumn in his late teens, early twenties, how I don't know,and the Lega wears green, they say for Verdi, but who knows what Nazi Spring street.
Seems like Rockefeller Anastasia are false Jews as "Levy" and, through Honeywell, plan on claiming I'm Juan Valdes escaping the Migra, well deserving of a Nazi Me-HI-co concentration camp instead. This also through civil court at "111 Centre Street".
Not
my
idea
of
vacuous
states
I step outside for errands at 8:48AM today, July 16, 2013, the event being so extraordinary it transforms the average 2010's June Cleaver into a mother accompanying her brood to Saint Nicholas to rekindle in their hearts the educational division and listen to the bell toll a Greek Orthodox version of Big Ben, reminding everyone that the Houses of Parliament are a spit's throw away from The Towers of London, and the Iron Masque. As I walk by on the opposite side of the street, the mother daughter team manage a whisper not only addressed to me, but loud enough to hear " Devi finirla di spiare per la cosca. Devi spiare per me.", meaning: "You need to stop spying for the Camorra. You have to spy for me." This, necessarily by their Ford, maroon as the nearest they could come to Alabama's Crimson Tide, New York white and blue license plate ARH- 4238.
A woman with two children follows, going the same direction, and thinks I'm afraid of them as I look in their direction once they get to Saintly Nicks and come chasing after me.
I make 9 phone calls to 911, in the space of 15 minutes, all responded to by an African American Ethnic Middle Class Ethnic Female Voice In Her Perennial Early Thirties, with the exception of one man, same ethnicity, one version of which actually moaned an orgasm after asking me the address twice. The rest, including the man, did not deem this a matter of note, or police investigation. By the time I got through to 911 the coast was deserted, leaving only me there not that easily impressed by the appearance of an FDNY ambulance that did not speed past me heading West, U turned one block ahead, by a Catholic Church, then backtracked toward me, eyeing me from the driver's seat window, then deciding to loiter for no reason exactly where ARH-4238 was parked, at Saintly Nicks two blocks down, SE corner.
There was more, including name making, me, by a Sakina Jaffery to a Mayra Rosario at Citibank Flushing 38-17 Main Street, where no banking transaction tickets could be found, and an April Park threatening me with impeded access to my funds if I offended her by protecting good Citibank personnel from job loss due to hate crime and a coordinated attempt, by Maria Mittler as well, and a Staten Island College, CUNY, German-Italian crime organization with infiltrations on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, and a Kennedy connection to the Precinct by Lexington and 68th, which inserted Lega -an Italian party (concealed Nazi Raid illegal genocidal teams, specializing in New York City, thanks to a Rockefeller, Anastasia, and Jefferson Davis with access to John Jay aegis-with spies in the detective department of said precinct-Hunter College, also CUNY,is less than a block away) into the same subway car as me, with an heir of that German Italian team mother of a Jefferson Davis Richard the III type, in stupid Podunk black and even dumber sun glasses in blue and black, mouthing I was crazy after I started saying that the Lega detective was insulting me as a coffee drinker (southern Italian) ,with a filthy Hapsburg indebted child saying no no in Austrian and leaving the train among with her adult companion, for a gassing expedition arranged by a non-structured,re-alternative, gas punctured left nostril whore with gay slicing and diceing while not overtly bashing short short hair, then puffed on top in an homage to aphrodisiac nazifascist and neo confederate cannibalism, offending me with a pizza box.
Whole Foods Bowery did its best to not identify the coffee I bought as not decaf, at the register, charging me more for calling that to her attention, constructed a two paned mirror by the oil bottles through a Heidrich, the same good Irish cops would smash in bars whenever they caught Margaret Sanger staring in them.
I was Pol Potted by a Court Jap Hirohito guy at the entrance, and figured that Davis, Anastasia, Colonna, Mott, Este,Rockefeller, Reinhart had fans at a Spring Street and Mulberry Street bar that was happy about flinging people abducted from Africa to the sharks for the confederacy, and thus funded and founded Fort Bragg, which still feeds on us to this day.
Spring is green, Frank Marzella's son married a Springly, "adopted" an allegedly satanic cult escapee named Autumn in his late teens, early twenties, how I don't know,and the Lega wears green, they say for Verdi, but who knows what Nazi Spring street.
Seems like Rockefeller Anastasia are false Jews as "Levy" and, through Honeywell, plan on claiming I'm Juan Valdes escaping the Migra, well deserving of a Nazi Me-HI-co concentration camp instead. This also through civil court at "111 Centre Street".
Not
my
idea
of
vacuous
states
More Trouble in Hell, gassings and skinnings, two bits:
Marilla Palmer declares, through Saint Nicholas amplification, at 196th And Northern Boulevard, Queens, still New York City, that the immediate area, in particular my apartment, are dibs for her. No one has my keys, not even my mother, so feel free to shoot. Hey, why not make a party of it?
So anyway, my mother thought it a good idea to pipe in boiling water through the outside watering hose, to skin gays with and gas me by altering ducts in my apartment so she and her insufferable family, which I need to capitalize in ESTRANGED BY CHOICE BY ME due to deaf ears and good intentions, can look palatable to Mussolini, Alessandra. At the rate they're going, and for more than 15 vociferous years, they have made it tempting to throw in the thyme.
My mother seized by who knows what, also believes she can be the next Queen of Italy. So do her sisters, because bothering and murdering me will make them famous.
The Salvation Army, is also coordinating all activity today, with their usual alacrity to coalesce with the fascist element present, for retro reasons, in the world today, there most notably in "black" as a Colonna, whom I don't know, but whenever I do shop at the Steinway Street thrift, always starts on Alex rants as if that were common practice to abduct children in the US, and believe that targeting a person by name actually means knowing them, a granted treaty benefit added in exchange for mules, acres, and chicken in pots.
For that matter, Jon Stewart may be able to escape his life as a wet nurse by way of ambulance, running (I would) from his latest nurse, Maria Leon, who shouts that infiltrating Intel just proves they have contacts, mostly family with Betullah Me Sud, are important and are getting places, by his continued insistence that I do congress with children, family, and people who make my name, and that Leon is my best pen pal, having always been, and always will be as he offers my ovaries as a side for a surf and turf special, because they are his to auction off, and Maria Leon will knock me out through audible, and for her, irresistible lickings, kickings, groanings, comings, and comings more, that I seized by the mad sexual rapture, will fall enamored by her imitation of an anti-Semitic femme fatale, and fall into a world of perversion so thorough, her molar yanking Tapiero friends will have me accept Ben Leon's hand in marriage, so that even Jackson Heights row houses can have their way in Hispanic, with me, as concealed, ha ha and ha fascist spies.
There's someone barking something outside, also having decided, through extensive podunk analysis, that stalking me on buses, shouting I should wear skirts, get beat up by fascist thugs my mother organized to threaten me at Waldbaums, Crocheron Avenue and Francis Lewis, and otherwise cut my hair to be and think just like her, like no one else but her, like her, her and her. Puddin' proof when she broke in my minimalist apartment to add doilies here and there, stacking things here, piling them up there, adding a good awful turquoise crate because muted is a temperament I cannot withhold by race, and what have you. Lately she had my ice trays altered with a brittle plastic so they would break, and threw a dirty turquoise one in the trash. After a day I found it in her sink, beckoning, use me, I'm thicker, use meeeee, use meeeee, so I can humiliate you further, and further...
Marilla Palmer declares, through Saint Nicholas amplification, at 196th And Northern Boulevard, Queens, still New York City, that the immediate area, in particular my apartment, are dibs for her. No one has my keys, not even my mother, so feel free to shoot. Hey, why not make a party of it?
So anyway, my mother thought it a good idea to pipe in boiling water through the outside watering hose, to skin gays with and gas me by altering ducts in my apartment so she and her insufferable family, which I need to capitalize in ESTRANGED BY CHOICE BY ME due to deaf ears and good intentions, can look palatable to Mussolini, Alessandra. At the rate they're going, and for more than 15 vociferous years, they have made it tempting to throw in the thyme.
My mother seized by who knows what, also believes she can be the next Queen of Italy. So do her sisters, because bothering and murdering me will make them famous.
The Salvation Army, is also coordinating all activity today, with their usual alacrity to coalesce with the fascist element present, for retro reasons, in the world today, there most notably in "black" as a Colonna, whom I don't know, but whenever I do shop at the Steinway Street thrift, always starts on Alex rants as if that were common practice to abduct children in the US, and believe that targeting a person by name actually means knowing them, a granted treaty benefit added in exchange for mules, acres, and chicken in pots.
For that matter, Jon Stewart may be able to escape his life as a wet nurse by way of ambulance, running (I would) from his latest nurse, Maria Leon, who shouts that infiltrating Intel just proves they have contacts, mostly family with Betullah Me Sud, are important and are getting places, by his continued insistence that I do congress with children, family, and people who make my name, and that Leon is my best pen pal, having always been, and always will be as he offers my ovaries as a side for a surf and turf special, because they are his to auction off, and Maria Leon will knock me out through audible, and for her, irresistible lickings, kickings, groanings, comings, and comings more, that I seized by the mad sexual rapture, will fall enamored by her imitation of an anti-Semitic femme fatale, and fall into a world of perversion so thorough, her molar yanking Tapiero friends will have me accept Ben Leon's hand in marriage, so that even Jackson Heights row houses can have their way in Hispanic, with me, as concealed, ha ha and ha fascist spies.
There's someone barking something outside, also having decided, through extensive podunk analysis, that stalking me on buses, shouting I should wear skirts, get beat up by fascist thugs my mother organized to threaten me at Waldbaums, Crocheron Avenue and Francis Lewis, and otherwise cut my hair to be and think just like her, like no one else but her, like her, her and her. Puddin' proof when she broke in my minimalist apartment to add doilies here and there, stacking things here, piling them up there, adding a good awful turquoise crate because muted is a temperament I cannot withhold by race, and what have you. Lately she had my ice trays altered with a brittle plastic so they would break, and threw a dirty turquoise one in the trash. After a day I found it in her sink, beckoning, use me, I'm thicker, use meeeee, use meeeee, so I can humiliate you further, and further...
Monday, July 15, 2013
More damage:
Frank Marzella, at 187 Hickory Hills Drive, Waterbury Connecticut, responsible.
Estranged in law, as equally estranged for these reasons, like the rest of my family.
My cutting dish, a Home Target purchase in Valley Stream, Nassau County, where Attorney General Rice operates, now has an excrescence that makes me a"nigger".
Next? My paring knife.
Shows me, huh?
I just add it to the rent bill, since it's their party.
No one has the keys to my apartment but me.
So, all these are break ins, no sign of forced entry.
The Marzella have two maggots of theirs in cars in the area, ready to access my apartment if I leave, just to show me. I report it, have things to do, and they'll get caught, eventually. Keep on showing me.
Marilla Palmer, Maria Mittler and Emilia De Cristofaro Maffei involved in food poisoning, and alterations in the Queens area, Auburndale, Bayside.
I went to water my plants?
Came back to:
1) Scallions,wilted, bought only two days ago. Palmer, a Colonna Borghese fascist whore connected to the Anastasia Provenzano crime rings, living in Greenpoint boasted about arranging for my mother to do so. They're sold at Waldbaums;
2) The food processing container I use for scraps altered: while the old handle faced the operator, the new is tilted at a 35-45 angle.
My Doubleday cookbook?
Altered beyond recognition by claiming weight information for portions is found elsewhere in the book, and claiming periwinkle is a shellfish, not a wax crayon color (I use wax paper) and that ferns are edible. This was done in conjunction with Condalisa Rice. Jumbled, Rice is church candles, in Italian, and she recriminates the abduction and torture of Italian citizens and US personnel in Northern Italy during '43-'45,where her absolutist officiants would burn nipples and the tips of penises off their abducted, called by them dead to the world outside, and the justice system for being a "lower race". After the torture the maimed abducted would be fed urine and fecal matter in a room, gradually being mutilated for aphrodisiac food.Their bodies would then be transformed in a poultice for nazifascist neo con scoprophiliacs after an extended immersion in a tank, in a specific room in the brothel.
I went to water my plants?
Came back to:
1) Scallions,wilted, bought only two days ago. Palmer, a Colonna Borghese fascist whore connected to the Anastasia Provenzano crime rings, living in Greenpoint boasted about arranging for my mother to do so. They're sold at Waldbaums;
2) The food processing container I use for scraps altered: while the old handle faced the operator, the new is tilted at a 35-45 angle.
My Doubleday cookbook?
Altered beyond recognition by claiming weight information for portions is found elsewhere in the book, and claiming periwinkle is a shellfish, not a wax crayon color (I use wax paper) and that ferns are edible. This was done in conjunction with Condalisa Rice. Jumbled, Rice is church candles, in Italian, and she recriminates the abduction and torture of Italian citizens and US personnel in Northern Italy during '43-'45,where her absolutist officiants would burn nipples and the tips of penises off their abducted, called by them dead to the world outside, and the justice system for being a "lower race". After the torture the maimed abducted would be fed urine and fecal matter in a room, gradually being mutilated for aphrodisiac food.Their bodies would then be transformed in a poultice for nazifascist neo con scoprophiliacs after an extended immersion in a tank, in a specific room in the brothel.
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