This is where, I have to Identify witch gives me the least Joy, the use of Innocent human Beings, The Manipulation of Innocent Human Beings, The Incrimination whit Undue Influence of Human Beings, Human Beings, Identifying Lack Of Intelligence, Exposing, C.S.I.C., Because The File, The Questioning along with, Will Allow those of whom being Used, Provide Those Of whom Being used, clemency. Sacrifice Today the double doors, to the up stairs Elevator Lobby, were held open for a duration of the day, during the rain, the down stairs main lobby door, was held open, with a Propane Tank, the last thing to have been moved, by those of whom where moving out, and while done in front of ME, the words “ HEY IS FOR HORSES”, A Motor Home, in the loading dock bay, A Zap Strap, at the edge of the commercial Drive Way, where I walk to smoke, a Cardboard Box, In The Loading Dock Bay parking, on the ground and a Blanket, hanging out of the Full Commercial garbage bin. Reference To There was a problem without reason, the up stairs elevator doors were being left open, during the rain, there was a Threat made, with the use of a Pick Up Truck, gasoline tanks and Propane Bottles, Glen Martin was Murdered, and found in the trunk of a car, he was a horse trainer, a motor Home was claimed stolen by My Family, there was Zap straps that were used to Detain, Threaten, Rape, and Torture and then cut to release, found underneath the Pattolla Bridge, a Cardboard box, was found in front of My Bro’s ‘Wife’s”, “Brothers” car at his work, and in that cardboard box, was a Blanket that rapped up the decomposed Body of a Chinese, or Oriental, or maybe Japanese, Women. And the Commercial Garbage Bin, Stinks and is being used , by means of Undue Influence. The plausibility of these Human Beings being used to Project at acknowledgement of why, is 50/50, until they are questioned, and the file is looked over, there is no way of knowing, the threat is there, You’ll can be the Judge, and Jury On that. It’s Psychological Terrorism, from the perspective of a Civilian, My Hands Are Bound, and I am Shackled, knowing what I can do, knowing what can and has to be done, and not being able to do so. Psychological Terrorism. Knowing what you can Do, Knowing What Can Be Done, with the authority you have, do you feel helpless? Psychological Terrorism, There laughing At You, And Your Authority. All I can do is Freedom The Thoughts of many, and that is, the turning up of my hands while shrugging my shoulders, the throwing of my hands in the air, the whipping of my face with one hand, the shaking of my head, and the kicking of dirt, because these Yellow Belly Cowards are Picking My Ass. Leading Up To, The Looking Up, For Help, From Above.
Posted on: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 04:41:33 +0000