VOMMIT.

--HE Cleaned up the crime scene, BEFORE calling 911

--reported I had GREEN hair.

--uses alias of “Robert French”, a known rights leader in the area.

THIS IS MY LIFE

-never had I dyed my hair a color.

-why clean up crime scene

-video of me parking car at red lion? (2005)

ALL THIS IMPLIES THE GUY WAS A PREDATOR.

Not to miss the fact that was shamed over “how bout I tie YOU up and have MY way with YOU.”

Now fast forward to 2006, WSP. CO Staff claims I refuse an order. Put me into their new world order. Feed me drugs while “sleeping”(nightmarish scene)of coarse I wanted to get high, to escape wtf this even is. Reality is out of concordance. **** Eight hours, that night, of gut wrenching vomiting. A culmination of the pills, the blinding authority of “justice” and the nefarious means of the rotten and ill gotten. Their scope is really a mechanism for the greater evil, the ones drinking the Brandy and Scotch, leather wrapped oak, billiards in the distance and future spelling your existance. Oh they get down, more then the 50 shades Hollywood via SEATTLE spelled over the literature of ligatures and signatures bradys killed over. a sick sadistic bunch of fucks.

2007 my sister is murdered. They call it OD. It involved the person “Merlin” she was seeing. Knock knock baby, oh no baby, no. he got her high on Morphine Patches. Simply.


I start doing chin ups. The weaker ones hide, the stronger ones side. But its just like a tide.

They plot in the lows, wait out the highs, then seek to find me once I hide.

The rest of my fam is hunted down while I am child in the corner, orchestrated cunning running in all directions its just what they’ve seen.


To clever when its only always been like weather surrounding me.

To speak….

To Preach ... whomever, who feel so weak become overbearing over sheen, find peace. Seek.


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