NEVER USE THE WORD BEAUTIFUL – AGAIN! NEVER EVER – USE THE N-WORD – IT IS – WORSE THAN TAKING THE LORD'S NAME – IN VAIN – WHICH I – AM THE ONLY EXCEPTION – NEVER N-WORD HOOD – EVER!
December 8, 2019 READ: WARNING: My Life In Pictures
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
BE ADVISED: THESE PERSONS UNTIL THEY DESISTS FROM MY LIFE AND PREMISES, AND HOMES, WILL BE NAMED – EVERYDAY – THESE PERSONS, ARE NOT, AND SUBJECT TO THE LAW OF WILLFUL DISRUPTION OF THE PEACE, CANNOT EVER BE ALLOWED TO FOLLOW ME, MY WHERABOUTS INCLUDING KNOWING MY WHERABOUTS, WORK WITH ME, MY WRITING, OR ANYTHING CONCERNING ME, MYSELF, AND MY FAMILY; COURTNEY, “CASEY”, PRINCE HARRY, MEGHAN – AND DAVID, AND THE REAL HANNIBAL LECTER, AND MY BOYFRIEND, AND THE FBI MAN AND GIMPY!
BE ADVISED: ALL OF THESE PHOTOGRAPHS HAVE BEEN TAMPERED WITH LIKE EVIDENCE AND ALTERED, NONE ARE A TRUE REPRESENTATION OF ACTUAL – FACT. NOT ANYMORE. YOU DUMB FUCKS. YOU’VE ALLOWED OTHERS TO RE-TELL ACTUAL FACTS AND TRUTH, SHAME ON YOU!
December 8, 2019
Since you morons have done such a piss-poor job AND destroyed my life, I feel obligated to set the record straight, and show the proof of their errors, and show people the decades of police abuse, intelligence abuse, eves-dropping and allowing misinformation to perpetuate.
You should be able to see the pattern, and a lot of movies and films that were made, inspired, and based off of my own personal photographs. Well, Hollywood has mage billions of dollars before me, it will survive without having to use me – without my permission.
This photo has been tampered with like tampering with evidence, I do not believe my hair was standing up, the head is misshapen, and I AM BEYOND ANGER AT YOU TAMPERING WITH MY PHOTOGRAPHS!This is the church rock photo that is referenced in a movie, this is when we lived in Simi Valley, California.The profile is not entirely mine, however, the rest is.There is an obsession with re-editing all the hands and fingers in my photographs, and a fattening of my facial cheeks. My heartbreak is, I would have had beautiful children. By looking at my baby pictures, and child photographs, it’s not difficult to tell, I would have had beautiful children. I won’t thank you assholes for allowing that to happen to – ME!It’s one of my favorite photos of my brother and I, with the exception of what they’ve done to my hands, and cheeks, and we were not positioned that close to our heads. However, the stillness of the photo I’ve always thought was remarkable.This is just another smile of mine, that happened, often, sort of like boredom.My mother sewed me this doll and outfit.My father and me.My father is his uniform.My mother Gayle, and my brother, Creggan.Gjestland relatives in California, and I don’t know all their name because I don’t actually know all of them. The photo on the right and the photo on the left show evidence of photographic – manipulation, of the woman with the white hair, that is my Bestemamma, or grandmother, on the left in South Africa, and on the right in California.This is my Bestemamma and Bestepappa visiting us from South Africa in Simi Valley, California. I don’t know whose house it is.
This is the pergola in our front yard in Simi Valley, California that had grapes growing on it. Xeriscaping before it was ever a word, that was my mother, and my mother’s idea. Smart because it also, saved on cooling – the house.This photo was taken of our old house, on Hietter street, in Simi Valley, California when my mother and brother went on a trip to California, somewhere around late nineties to early 2000’s.These are relatives of mine at their house in South Africa. I really, don’t know their names. I don’t believe I’ve ever really met them. The boy looks just like my brother. However, you associated the girl on the left with my father’s prostate cancer either a real story or not, and my former employment because she was at my former employment – in person, and my brother then, texted me about having to be with my father in the hospital for prostate cancer. It’s looks very suspicious to me. The photo I have of these two at their pool showing the color of the house that is the same color as across the street here, has been stolen and I want it returned!From left to right: That’s me and my brother, probably after we moved to Portland, Oregon, my mother in the sixties, and I’ve love her necklace, I still have it, it’s unusual, not typical, and my mother after she’s had a make-over, or her make-up done, as she used to sell make-up, and I do not appreciate how they’ve re-edited her bust.This is our house in Portland, Oregon. I do not believe the original photograph showed my underwear. This is the house, where I saved a President’s life with my bike, and my cat Shoo-Shoo was killed.
On a trip to Calgary, Alberta, Canada while living in Gresham, Oregon.The vacation in Hawaii. To me it says, I know I’m important.
This photo has obviously been re-edited of others.This is how old I was, and how I looked when I said, bring that scary Russian agent to me, and he defected because of me, a child still.Middle-school photo, that looks re-edited to me.The very tanned man in my math teacher in eighth grade, in Gresham, Oregon.Mr. Haynes, my Social Studies teacher who was on a sabbatical in Egypt for a year before I had his class.
My eighth-grade graduation ceremony.
The award for best supporting actress in eighth grade, and my cat Puff n’Stuff. And, the look to my brother, I know you better than that.
This is my family on vacation in Orlando, Florida, at Medieval Times. Something they’ve done, brain-speak to me as they take a photo.This is a church group having a weekend retreat in Oregon. It’s a one-bedroom cabin, a kitchen, and another room, and all of those kids and the adults stayed in that cabin and went skiing. There was no bathroom, only an outhouse. Oh, yeah, and the river, of ice-cold mountain water, for bathing. No one took a shower or bathed. Paul to my right is the only one I remember or recognize other than me.Barney, the perfect English gentleman in our car on the move from Gresham, Oregon, to Florida.This is Dachau, Germany.My aunt Trudy who suffered a stroke after I told intelligence how to stop brain research, and went to Germany. Those are braces on my teeth.Miami Zoo.My mother went she went to Bermuda. I remember it being mentioned when we lived in the Oldsmar apartments. The photo has been very edited.My brother after his car accident.This is the murder-mystery dinner party we had at our house in Plant City, Florida. That is my manager in the blue dress from Dillard’s, my father, Steven Surrency behind me, and Tammy Thomas (then) Hoskins to my right. This is the new sexy in Sherlock. The reality is not as glamorous as a television series. That robe was also, my aunt Trudy’s, it’s from the forties.From bottom left, clockwise: people I worked with at Dillard’s, my Chicago trip, and then my manager at Dillard’s and Tammy at a Christmas party. The photo on the far right is very-edited, again.I’ve done this often, place things on my head. Sometimes to be funny, sometimes it helps me think. I was trying to relieve stress, from boredom.This is another pattern they’ve followed, like decorating my desk (pre-9/11 attacks) at Hilton, for my birthday, letting me believe they all really like me – then, fire me. It’s happened at – every employment I’ve had all my adult life.
This photo has been especially edited, our heads were not that close together, my dress is different, they’ve changed the look on my face because I was so in love with David, I was lit from within, and everyone knew it. That is Rachel Robar in the photograph with me.Stuart Shapiro.Something I’ve enjoyed doing while travelling, finding trees to be photographed. I believe this was in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
I haven’t gotten to all my kitty-cats, yet.
I WANT MY PHOTOGRAPHS BACK! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! CAN’T PROTECT, SHIT!
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 