18/11/02
2.51am
GET OFF MY TELEPHONE LINE, AND stop ringing at 11.45pm as you did the night before last.
I know very well how you do it.
You call Telstra, or should I say rinarella does, and Telstra obeys you with reverence, Lucifer.
Their technician even came, under the pretext of saying that I organised ithe appointment saying that there was a fault in the line...
I never arranged anything...
They came to link the line 9569 2592 (which was my old number), to my new number, and then
reverently gave that number to you or to your investigator.
I know it because Telstra rang me up asking me if I placed that order... to link the lines...
I TOLD THEM "NO"
and then my mother presented me a card of service from Telstra, which read that a technician has been here...even though I didn`t ask for one.
But most of all I know because you often call my number and hang up ...
and most times when I dial *10# I found out that it is a SILENT NUMBER who called me.
Only the night before last at 11.45,
the phone rang and rang and decided not to pick it up,
because I knew it was you...
then I got up and called *10# and the number of my caller was 9524...524,
sorry I didn`t have a pen handy... so I don`t know the full number.
But what I know is that it was not from America or Italy, namely my people, but it was from you...
from your place or from one of your many investigators` place. (just so that you don`t get discovered.)
But there is another way that I know,
and it is that everytime I am talking on the telephone I feel your presence ...
but this is not a real prove
But there is another way that I know
and it is that every word that I say on the telephone is repeated by you in my dreams...
Last night I dreamt that
I was deleting somebodys name again with liquid paper... this has been an action done very often into the contract of sale...
but strangely enough, the name I was writing was
ELLE MACPHERSON...
and you know very well that I read a job to to my friend... while on the telephone...
Listen
I`ll tell you the joke again
(for you have heard it, haven`t you?
Strangely enough I was the one who was deleting the name and writing the new name on the contract, which in my dream was a test...an examination... when it is not me at all who is writing that name... but you... who are able to impersonify anybody in order to make me believe that you have nothing to do with it.
Two night ago I saw you crossing the street, somewhere close to the Cathedral, YOU WERE UNDER THE GUISES OF THE HUNCHEDBACK OF NOTREDAME
She loves to go around and say, (at least she did love to do that),
that all the prophesies became true.
and you know which one it is?
LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU, ANALPHABET
"... three brothers will ruin the peace of their sister..."
I SPIT ON YOUR POSITION.
YOU HAVE DISGRACED YOUR POSITION OF A CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT, just as you have disgraced you country.
I am not Elle Mcpherson.
You may be the economist, but I am certainly not Elle Mcpherson; and just as you are trying so hard to make the phrophesy of Notre Dame become true, I will try to make sure it WON`T.
but you and I know very well that it is a STALKING MATTER
THAT you have put my brother in such a position as to think that he has to sell his own sister and mother and brother so that he can save his own family...
by extorsionism, by inviting him to take up big jobs and by not allowing him to sell just as you are stopping me to sell.
My dreams don`t come to haunt me for nothing.
My dreams come to me to haunt YOU, because every movement that you do, I KNOW IT, and incapacitate you from going further in your lurid deal.
my dreams haunt also every one who listens and follows your commandaments
at the expense of exposing themselves
such as prevaricating an
AGENT FIDUCIARY RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS CLIENT.
IF THEY DO THE WRONG THING BY ME,
THEY ARE JUST as LURID SERPENTs as you are AND I WILL STAMP MY FEET ON THEM.
STANNO MORENDO, MA PENSA PER TE
E PER OGNUNO CHE CADE GIU`
MUORE UNA PICCOLA PARTE DI ME
BUIO NEL CUORE, NON VIVO PIU`
CADE UN GETTONE DENTRO IL JUKE-BOX
IL DISCO CAMBIA, MA CHE MUSICA E`, MA CHE MUSICA E`?
...//un po di Torquato Tasso non fa male.
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..." "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 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?????????????????????????????????????????????????
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nylon and finely compact.
The Greek has decided
to call it quits
and get me stretched.
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.
Will it be a lebanese
or an indian
to do the deed?
A stooge will be sent to perform your action.
break the floor,
I am unmoved, I am still, I am DEAD.
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.
THAT IS HOW I KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE DEMON.
Yesterday, at mess, it took me well twenty minutes to realise that the two hunchedback people sitting in the pews in front of me where my brother and my sister in law.
Let me tell you about this story.
My sister in law`s sister, loves to read the tell tales of the hunchedback of notredame.
Now all her family, is trying to make one of the prophesies become true again...
NOTREDAME PROPHESIES (the demon in other words) will only come true if people allow them to come true.
For he is not God, and what he says is no better than what I say...
The difference with him is that he has a hunched back and I don`t.
When the fox wasn`t able to reach the grapes, she said... "It is not ripe yet."
You thought I liked you, at if not for anything, for your position, YOUR MAJESTY.
You have decided that my life has to become a game table where everyone spins the wheel.
THE POLICE MAY go around and say that this is a family matter,
THE POLICE MAY CLOSE AN EYE, but GOD WON`T.
But not only you
I do not need to hear that people are working for Saint Vincent De Paul, or that they are walking in the footsteps of God,
In the meantime Jesus in the guise of GIANNI MORANDI is singing this song:
Let`s sing:
BUIO NEGLI OCCHI, NON VEDO PIU`
WHERE THERE IS A DEAD BODY THE VULTURES WILL GATHER...
THE world is kneeling in front of you, but the sky is mine...
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..."
but I still can hear the words of his mother when she was alife
HOW ARE YOU LIQUIDATOR WHO THINKS THAT YOU CAN ENTER MY FAMILY`S LIFE IN SUCH A THOUNDEROUS MANNER?
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
They have tried it once
When will it be?
Stamp your feet, and
But as dead as I may be
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.