17/11/02
2.15pm
This morning I dreamt that
there was a little baby in the cradle and it was me. And then her daddy picked her up.
LIQUIDATOR, you may think that you reduced me into a little baby, but you didn`t, and I am still haunting you with this web page which you still haven`t destroyed although you tried many times.
I am teacher,
I am an accountant
I am a person on my own.
In life I did it my way.
NO BROTHERS of mine EVER HELPED ME
nor did mother or father.
THROUGHOUT MY WEB PAGE
anybody can see what a scoundrel you have been
and how you robbed me of my jobs, my tenants, my family, my reputation
but I refuse to believe that I am won.
Far from it.
You have every one with you.
However the bible does say
WHERE THERE IS A DEAD BODY THE VULTURES WITH GATHER
So I am not going to dwell on it.
Enjoy your company.
For now I want to tell you that MY FATHER IS DEAD
AND THAT MY BROTHER IS no father of mine
and least of all is the whore of my sister in law 
As for the Greek man who wants to be my father...
I DON`T LIKE GREEKS,
I DON`T LIKE PEOPLE TO TEAR MY CLOTHES APART while I yell,
I DON`T LIKE his ARROGANCE OF WANTING ME BY FORCE,
I DON`T LIKE HIS GRIN,
I DON`T LIKE HIS FATNESS
OR NOT FATNESS (just in case he went on a diet),
I don`t like MARRIED PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY CAN MARRY AGAIN AND TO SINGLE PEOPLE,
I DON`T LIKE HIS GREEK PATRIARCHS AND THEIR ORTHODOX RELIGION, ...
In short just because
he knows part of my family, it doesn`t mean that he has the right to have me.
HE LOST HIS WIFE WHO MARRIED HIM FOR LIFE, FOR LOVE, WHO PROMISED THE WORLD TO HIM...
SO WHY DOES HE THINKS THAT HE CAN HAVE ME WHO NEVER PROMISED ANYTHING AT ALL TO HIM.
IF YOU MAKE IS HAPPEN LIQUIDATOR, I WILL ANNOUNCE WORLD WAR III,
and the first city which will be devastated, will be SYDNEY.
THIS IS MY CONSTANT PRAYER TO THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.
He may not want to stop you doing what you are doing, ((although I do not understand why... I mean, you are incorregible... so I don`t see the point anylonger) But if I close my eyes to this world
you can rest assured that he will do, what I praying for.
Anyway
He saved my mother from the doctors who wanted to euthanise her,
didn`t he??
"What do you think about that, liquidator? You all were a bit devasted when he signed herself out of that hospital.
Wasn`t that a sure thing?
You had her there, and you had started to kill her... only it didn`t happen..."
GO AWAY DEMON, YOU WILL GO AWAY, ...
AND I DON`T EVEN HAVE TO RECITE SO MANY "OUR FATHERS ..." ANY longer.
FOR I ONLY HAVE TO SAY "JESUS"
AND LIKE A GENIE
HE FACES ME...
Tell me liquidator of the broken chair, are the magistrates the same as you?
you know,
when I was working for you, I had a dream,
I dreamt that you had been able to put the greek stalker behind bars...
I admired you for that, and I believed in you
until sarah, saretta, and emma, emmetta of the super mini, (psychiatrist I would say)
were employed by the Greek Stalker to come and hold the broom in their hands
to show me how you hold a broom
CLEANING or should I say
SCOPARE (all`italiana)
You lost yourself in a glass of water.
A greek junk employes your employees.
SO MUCH FOR BEING A BIG LIQUIDATOR
Are the Magistrate the same as you?
I guess they probably are...
otherwise how does anyone explain what is happening to me...
to a human being, to a teacher, to an accountant, to a self made woman, to an super independent woman such as myself.
I AM WATCHING THE SHOW...
IT IS QUITE INTERESTING...
A JOKE LONG TIME AGO...
YOU want to laugh... only I didn`t laugh...
Well it goes that this...
Once upon a time there was a big huge monster who was trying to attack the victim. The victim started to pray "OUR FATHER..." but eventually the big huge monster ate the victim.
Last night I dreamt again about this joke which I heard a long time ago in a Mosman church...
And this morning when I went to mess, I realised why...
The gospel was about God giving us something and us doing or not doing something about it.
IT IS AMAZING THAT IT IS ME TO HAVE TO PROVIDE WITH MY UNITS THE NEEDS OF THE CHURCH, WHILE ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE (people who sit devoutly in church, but who sleep with lovers, who divorce regularly and so on and so on) are asked only a few dollars here and there, but me, my family are asked, are demanded to sell our property and give them to the CHURCH.
My mother, my brother and myself owe nothing to the church. God didn`t ask me for money and whoever takes my money from me
STEALS IT...
AND THAT IS THE NAKED TRUTH...
NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ME...
JUDGE YOURSELF...
NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ANY ONE AT ALL.
There is only one judge... or we can judge ourselves and better ourselves, but nobody has to give any explanation to anybody.
ANOTHER JOKE:
A man was visiting Sydney for the first time in 30 odd years. He wanted to drive down Martin Place in style, but when he got there Martin Place had vanished under acres of amenities. The old Hotel Australia had gone, so had the privy and the clock, too. Sadly he drove to Railway Square, but the tram shelters were no longer there. Marcus Clarke had disappeared and the Empire was not Her Majesty`s. He was about to leave forever when, in the corner, he saw the shop of Gus, the cobbler. He went in and, sure enough, there was Gus, mouth full of nails. Nothing had changed.
`Gus,' he said with some emotion, `remember me?'
Gus shook his head. 'I went bush over thirty years ago and I`ve never been back. Matter of fact, I left some shoes here.'
`Aw,' said Gus, `well, I never throw anything out.
What was your name again? and he rummaged in the shadows. `Brown plain toes?'
`Yes, yes' cried the bloke.
`About size 9?'
`Yes'
`And with lace-up fronts?'
`Yes, that`s them!
Gus called out, `Be ready next Tuesday.'
When you were told something about me, nobody took the care of saying, `we know this person very well, we know her family, ...'
Every one instead seemed to know very well what I have, and what I was worth in dollars...
ENGLISH PEOPLE CAME TO AUSTRALIA AS CONVICTS,
what chance do I have with convicts ...
they only shoot and rob...
Let`s sing:
STANNO MORENDO, MA PENSA PER TE
E PER OGNUNO CHE CADE GIU`
MUORE UNA PICCOLA PARTE DI ME
BUIO NEGLI OCCHI, NON VEDO PIU`
BUIO NEL CUORE, NON VIVO PIU`
CADE UN GETTONE DENTRO IL JUKE-BOX
IL DISCO CAMBIA, MA CHE MUSICA E`, MA CHE MUSICA E`?
ARE YOU STILL SINGING?
ONCE upon a time there was a man who came to my house, he said "I don`t know what to do, my wife doesn`t want me anymore..."
that man after two weeks shot himself in front of the Crucifix in the grounds of a certain church.
I guess God must have told him,
"Shoot yourself in front of me, so that they can come and clean up the mess that they have created. You are now a zombie, you are useless for life..."
that man was driven to crazyness by his own family, and church and surroundings, I still can hear his words in my ears "my wife doesn`t want me anylonger..."
but I still can hear the words of his mother when she was alife
"Remember, that my son is much younger than you. You may be making a mistake..."
She wasn`t making a mistake.
She wanted that man so that she could come to Australia, bring her whole family
and then study and better herself at the expense of daddy dear... And once she achieved her education
and reached her goal there was no reason of living peacefully with him.
HOW ARE YOU SISTER IN LAW DEAR...
HOW ARE YOUR STUDIES GOING?
DID YOU BECOME A DOCTOR YET?
AND HOW IS YOUR DAUGHTER IN LAW WHO IS SUPPOSED TO GET HER EDUCATION OVER A BOY THAT BARELY REACHED THE AGE OF 20
WHEN HE WAS PRESCRIBED TO BE MARRIED?
HOW ARE YOU LIQUIDATOR WHO THINKS THAT YOU CAN ENTER MY FAMILY`S LIFE IN SUCH A THOUNDEROUS MANNER?
HOW ARE YOU PRIESTS WHO CAN PRESCRIBE A WOMAN TO BE MARRIED TO A DIVORCEE?
HOW ARE YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST?
voglio ubbriacarmi di te vino inebriante
voglio camminare ad occhi chiusi
luce che estasia
voglio cantare d`amore
cuore che trepida
ED ORA CHE TI HO LODATO
MI VUOI PROTEGGERE????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Something old, something new...!!
He was good!!!!
It must have been me!!
Un mondo pieno di ladri !!
...don`t go around grinning...the devil first entices then kills...it is better to be on the side of GOD.!!
you should read this...is so peacefull...however it could reveal itself as an EARTHQUAKE...do as you please
In my dream I saw the string
nylon and finely compact.
The Greek has decided
to call it quits
and get me stretched.
They have tried it once
by his order
It failed because
there was still a bit of order
All is collapsed now
The "DELITTO PERFETTO"
has to be activated
or the Liquidator will loose his face
and that will be highly unappreciated.
When will it be?
Will it be a lebanese
or an indian
to do the deed?
A stooge will be sent
to perform your action.
Stamp your feet, and
break the floor,
I am unmoved, I am still, I am DEAD.
But as dead as I may be
I walk, I talk,
I sing, I love
to haunt you
and your FOLLOWERS
greek junk with the face
soiled of dung...
THE STRING WAS IN THE HAND AND BEING MEASURED BY THE GREEK STOOGE, BUT WHO GETS TO BE SO LUCKY IN PUTTING IT AROUND MY NECK?
"We do not want her dead, otherwise all she have will go to her cousins in Argentina, we have to make sure that she doesn`t kill herself... we have to place her with a good ITALIAN FAMILY and we have to model her up... her brain we mean... to like... SEX AND BE A SEX ADDICT... this is the only way we can walk scott free... and with our face clean..., we`ve go to do this..."
for the liquidator... I came to you for work...
for the police... I came to you for justice...
for the principal... I came to you so that you could teach your clients to understand that that is a school not a pub...
to my brother... I came to you because my mother told me that my brother will always be there for me... sorry I made a mistake... I didn`t realise that when a brother marries then the wife takes over and the sister becomes the intruder... who need ask permission to talk to her own flesh and blood.
In my dream I heard someone say:
DEPARTMENT OF SCHOOL EDUCATION, I LOVE YOU... DO YOU LOVE ME TOO...
I HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO ANYWHERE I WANT AND STILL TO DEMAND TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT ... that is for the stalker...
I have the right to go anywhere, TO ASK FOR JOBS, to work, to look after my things...PSYCHIATRISTS STOP KILLING... YOU HAVEN`T GRASPED WHAT BEING A DOCTOR IS... GO AND LEARN. AND LEAVE THE GOOD HEALTH PEOPLE ALONE.