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December 9, 2019
If that far-left news story is about my former neighbor’s that’s a class-action lawsuit waiting to happen. And, it’s very winnable for me against my former neighbor’s, very winnable. It’s very damming against them, they should be worried. It’s conspiracy and subversion, the likes of which have never been seen in a courtroom. It’s very bad.
Bush’s grandson to run profile looks like this real man, who MUST be so smart he’s brilliant, or genius-smart because if he was using virtual reality, I was nearly blinded by HIS BRIGHTNESS OF MIND. Meaning, while I was working and typing here, he was so bright, his mind was so smart, all I saw was white, like blindness, not skin color. It also looks like the profile of the person who wants me to have a permanent pension.
If this is correct, he feels my life has been made into indentured servitude. It’s provable.
The movie, Little Man Tate, is about me, being the exceptionally bright little boy, and the special school he goes to – is my real mother, not the other way around. The low-class, waitress of a job woman that is his mother in the movie, is this double agent subversive woman who was in the building when I told them how to defeat – brain research.
No, it is not a problem, that the real Hannibal Lecter – no longer exists. I don’t know in words his real name, other than my Boyfriend. It looks like – he will never be that man again – by way of me.
To me, he is really unbelievably smart, not a monster, smart.
I love these scientist guys! It goes together with the dialogue, in Silence of The Lambs, I gave you an A, and she says, A-, and the truth is, he gave me an A, for the book I wrote and made about Acid Rain people, and the effects of Acid Rain, and that is how – the Rainmaker from the Power of One – happened. I wrote a book.
Just being around these scientist’s helps them think, and just being me around them, helps me.
I believe this photo has been re-edited because the truth is, we went to Kennedy (it goes together with Dachau, Germany) Space Center when we were on vacation to Florida – when a hurricane, was it Hurricane Elena? I got a t-shirt, happened to be turquoise-y in color about the hurricane, and it was mentioned to me when I visited the University of Tampa with my family, probably 1985, by an older male than myself, a student at the University, and my brother did not look like this in 1985. Also, Kennedy Space Center, I was – bored at. I didn’t think it had enough – stuff. Things to do. Things for people to interact with, read, and discover. It just felt like it was touting, achievements. Well, I want to know things, don’t you?
Girl arrested for making death list news story reads, true and correct, and it is not me, I did not make a death list.
The Amazon news story reads, the Pentagon wants to sue Amazon for the size and weight of my body.
Who created the profile they placed on me by way of my father’s email, of Gaddafi and David at my employment at Disney? It was so big, vague, and ambiguous that is felt as big as Atlas holding the globe on his shoulder and looking at Atlas from a great distance. No one could narrow down the profile, at all?
It had Gaddafi, David, my Boyfriend, probably every known person on the FBI’s most wanted list, the CIA’s, Interpol’s, and I don’t know how many other agencies. Most other people, probably, would have lost their minds. Is it any wonder, I wrote the things I wrote about David and my Boyfriend if you included those men I love, with other – evils.
It’s not how it is supposed to be done. They are not supposed to be – included. You are not supposed to connect people together like that. It tells me, you don’t know how to – ask.
Did you find one military man who ordered a code red, on me, meaning, a death list or contract because I am female, and I worked with the US military?
Someone is worried, and anxious, here.
I will remind you, I tried to get a second job when I was working at The Container Store, to be able to make more money. I tried to get another job before my former employer fired me. What are you people doing preventing me from – being me? And being employed – anywhere?
That sea slug is the same as the olive with cheese that I did not eat, it is the same as me wanting to vomit in the store yesterday. That looks, arrestable.
This is the painting I made at West Gresham school that my teacher did not like, yet it was chosen by the store and framed in the early eighties.
My grandfather in our backyard in Plant City, Florida as seen in the movie, UP. There really was a pair, a male and female Painted Bunted I saw outside my mother’s bedroom window, January, 2011(?). It was so spectacular of a sight to me, I nearly dropped, probably food for my mother, everything in my hands. They are the most spectacular birds I’ve ever seen, a male and female Painted Bunting.
The back of my grandfather head’s is where the garage A/C was, this is about 1993 in our backyard in Plant City, Florida. This photo has been re-edited.
This is my Babee Bear, playing with a toy mouse. I placed treats and toys like toy mice, on things like the knob on the cupboards for the cats to play with, it is what normal cats would do in the wild. Isn’t he gorgeous, my Babee Bear? A most remarkable cat.
Do you want to know how déjà vu made it into the movie, The Matrix? Me, on a cruise, and I literally uttered the word – out loud, déjà vu. Whoa. When I got off the boat and walked – here. Where this Burger King is in St. Martin, Virgin (another Sherlock reference) Islands, the movie, Speed 2 was filmed. And, I literally, I should have made a copy for my files, wrote in a contest that Blockbuster had that Speed 2 should be filmed on a boat, I just would have written it a little differently. It’s probably why there is a deaf girl as one of the character’s, deaf, meaning, inaudible. The movie, Speed was made about a real man when I went to school on the school bus, in Gresham, Oregon.
This is Tammy Hoskins and her children and me, at Magic Kingdom in 2013. After my car accident, that is a brace on my arm. And, it’s been grossly edited, my bust. That’s not an obsession, or an addiction, it’s a fetish, and it’s – gross.
This is my Friday. My Friday cat. My Fri-fri, or fry-fry. A really great personality, he had. Every person who visited our house, loved Friday.
Friday and my mother. Playful, not mischievous. A good boy.
This is in the movie, Leap Year, speaking fluent cow. This is near the Waitomo Caves, in New Zealand, we parked the car, I got out and all these cows were looking away from me. I said something, and literally, every one of them turned their heads to look at me. So, I took a photo. It’s a remarkable moment, people who work with animals and animal behavior might understand the significance. It’s more than it appears to be.
Figaro. I named him Figaro, and he was a lot like Figaro in Disney’s Pinocchio. Playful, fun-loving, and loved to be outdoors. He loved the flowers the most, being amongst the flowers, sitting in the yard, and not the dirt.
Figaro, enjoying the outdoors.
This is the bird that literally flew down when we stopped at a rest area in New Zealand. I was a-ways away from the rest of the group, and this bird literally said to me, I heard you were here, and I wanted to see you. I took a photo because I could hardly believe it. The little bird on the post, is referenced in the movie, Zero Dark Thirty.
My grandfather in our backyard in Plant City, Florida. He had so much personality, charisma, and Irish charm. I loved him, dearly. He was my favorite grandparent. He was the most FUN! Fun to talk to, fun to be around, fun to know, fun – everything. When my grandmother died, when his wife died, a part of him died too. He was never the same. My grandfather played the fiddle (Sherlock). It was as if because his wife died, his life inside him died, too. I wondered if a part of him died because when his wife died of a stroke, I mean when they told my mother and grandfather my grandmother was dead, he told my mother, almost immediately afterwards, he never told her he loved her. He was a great man. To me, he was a great man.
My maternal grandfather in our living room at Christmas, in Plant City, Florida.
James Stevens and me at a Christmas party. This photo has been edited. James Stevens was in The Container Store after Edison is the reason, I posted his photo. It’s a little curious.
Figaro and Jerry in our front yard in Plant City, Florida. Jerry’s fur has been re-edited.
This looks like Jerry has eyeliner on, and it is not edited. He was the most glamorous cat, like a movie star, glamorous. He presented himself without effect, yet glamorous. It is a little more than disturbing because I believe now, since Jerry was my brother’s cat, and it is in the movie, Crazy Stupid Love about AIDS, that Jerry contracted FIV, the feline HIV, and I believe it was given to him, and NOT AN ACCIDENT. That’s really gross, mentality, and not in any way – intelligence. I do not believe he was born on July 12. Glamorous, look at how his fur is in between his paws, so white, so glamorous. Without effect, or ego, just glamorous. I named him Jerry because he and Mr. Tom were best of friends.
Jerry and Snowball as kittens. Everyone should be able to see the inspiration in a lot of my photographs and in the movies. Snowball was the cat they placed in the chair with my mother, after I saw the movie, The Matrix. It’s really atrocious.
These photographs of the kittens in the appliances is very innocent. So, the placement of my mother’s glasses on the stove, when I found her face-down on the floor suffering from another stroke, a different stove from this one, and the damage to the dryer in my current home, meaning this dryer in my home no longer functions, is disturbing. The cats in the dryer happened while I was getting the clothes out to and from the dryer folding them and so on, only to discover, since I left the door open the cats, as kittens found the opportunity to play. And, they were only playing, it was so funny, I had to take a picture. Same thing with the oven, it was a cold day, my mother left the oven door open after baking something to give heat to the rest of the house, and the cats found an opportunity – to play and have fun. It’s innocent. Yet, it looks like it’s been used to allow a mentally unwell person – delusions, until just a few months ago.
Kittens. I think that is Wednesday, on my back, she was given to the Lyons family.
The photo of my mother has been re-edited to look as though she is painting when the truth is, she was – sewing at her sewing machine. This is our Plant City, Florida home decorated for Christmas in the early nineties.
The photo of Mouse on the curtains is an example of why I named him, Mouse. He was full of life. Mouse was hit, I believe, intentionally by neighbor, shattering his pelvis, yet he lived. He is the cat I heard, a death cry when I was vacationing in Boston, Massachusetts, in August 2001. I heard a death cry, all the way in Boston when he was being put-down, or to sleep, or humanely euthanized for an un-treatable ailment. I head him so loud I went to the window of my hotel to see if I was hearing something other than Mouse. Mouse was my mother’s cat. Mouse is laying on a dresser in my bedroom in our house in Plant City, Florida.
This is Mr. Peacock. I believe they sent Mr. Peacock to my house, for a reason, and I did not want to catch and capture, Mr. Peacock, nor did I feel I should call an agency to have them collect Mr. Peacock. Whatever they were trying to do with Mr. Peacock, I wanted nothing to do with it. I fed him, and talked to him, he is referenced in the movie, UP, of capturing the bird. Something, I didn’t do. He’s beautiful. I also collected his feathers that fell off, I didn’t take them off of him, and I made a house out of his feathers for an Art class at HCC. Peacocks are amazingly beautiful to look at. That is our backyard and pool and the sunroom where I found my mother with a stroke after watching, The Matrix, in Plant City, Florida.
Mr. Tom is a girl, is also, Kevin in UP. I did not realize she was pregnant until she was in labor. Jerry and Mr. Tom loved each other and were the best of friends. I believe they somehow poisoned Mr. Tom making her unable to be a mother. She went a little crazy, after pregnancy, she is Babee Bear’s mother. She wouldn’t nurse Babee Bear, something was wrong with her.
New Orleans, Louisiana August 1999.
My father and brother playing at yard work in Plant City, Florida. That’s how my father used to look when I took care of my family. The photo has been slightly rounded of my father’s belly. It’s not difficult to tell it does not go with the rest of his physique.
Me, in New Zealand, at a tourist-y store, and a real Angora white rabbit near the Waitomo Caves. The Waitomo caves are where glow-worms are. If you know anything about glow-worms, they are luminescent worms that on the roof, or top of the caves, and literally cannot be photographed and have the same experience, meaning, it literally is something, like myself, you MUST see in person. It is a most remarkable natural occurrence. I literally did not buy a post card, or photograph, or anything about the worms because it does them no justice, once you’ve seen them in person. And, I loved the Kiwi’s. I loved New Zealand; I would go back – like that!
However, this got started, I am not sure, I was talked into getting an International driver’s license in 2015. That is a Ralph Lauren, linen shirt, I was made to give up and sell while working at Disney in 2015. My neck is not that big, and there are other discrepancies in the photo.
The back yard again, in Plant City, Florida.
The front yard in Plant City, Florida.
This is Queen Street Mall in Brisbane, Australia. It is also where I bought my Joey key chains for myself and other’s in my theater group. I also, loved the Aussie’s, I loved it there! What great people. We went to Australia and New Zealand in December 2000, election year. Queen Street Mall was loads of fun. This is where I had a conversation on the river ferry with an Aussie, like the boat captain, it has a White House reference if anyone wants to know, about the US election because if anyone remembers a winner of the 2000’s election was not named for more than a month, by way of – hanging (shame on you HOA, here about my plants on my balcony, that is a felonious crime, and very arrestable) Chad’s. My first real boyfriend’s name – Chad Dykehouse, in Gresham, Oregon. I was thirteen, he was sixteen, we went while, ice skating in Portland, Oregon. And, no, I do not believe there were any ear pieces with Chad.
This is Sundae. A white cat that looks like she has scoops of ice cream on her back. Sundae was my mother’s cat. When you held her or picked her up, she felt like her bones were hollow, she was so light, light as a feather, and like she weighed nothing. Sundae was diagnosed with cancer and put to sleep.
Passover in our home in Plant City, Florida, and I was made sick in my stomach from something before Passover. This happened a lot being sick in my stomach I would have to lie down to feel better. The other photos are of Thanksgiving, Dean and Mildred Dalton spent Thanksgiving in our homes in Florida for decades, and my father always brought people from other countries, like these Columbians, from USF, every Thanksgiving, since it is an American holiday.
The skies awake, so I’m awake from Frozen, is the far-right bottom corner, of Tiffany and Anastacia, and their kittens. Anastacia was so weak after having kittens, it took her weeks to recover. That is also my vanity that Jerry is sleeping on in the far, upper left, with sample-sized perfume bottles. My mother made the vanity cover herself, and I believe the vanity itself was purchased at a craft store. That stool, to that vanity, I had since Simi Valley, until Edison in 2014.
Anastacia on the left and Tiffany on the right, and their kittens or babies. Tiffany’s eyes have been re-edited to look different than who she really was, a fun-loving, playful, happy, cat who was also, a good mother. Anastacia’s face has been slightly altered to look Siamese, although she did have a narrow face. Anastacia carried herself very well, self-assured, and a really good mother. They were both really good cats, good sister’s, and good mothers. Don’t get it wrong.
Thursday as a kitten, and Tuesday, on the left.
Tuesday on the left, Thursday on the right, and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday were such personalities, fun and happy, and playful. And, Thursday was so smart. I still miss him.
My Babee Bear and Tuesday. Oh, how Tuesday loved Bear, like oh what a man he is, Bear, WOW!
Too-too, Princess Tu-tu, Princess To-da-Lay, Toots MaGoots, I had a lot of names for Tuesday.
Thursday, my brightness. Thursday. Expressive, talkative eyes, and his front paw with only, three digits, his “thumb” and first finger had been removed before I adopted him from our vet at May’s Animal Clinic.
Thursday!
Thursday knew Bear was important to me, so he always made sure he was a friend to Bear, and he liked Bear, too. And, look at Thursday’s tail!
Babee Bear, and Thursday as a kitten.
Murphy on the left, and Lambert on the right. Murphy the Magnificent, the Brilliant, and Lambert the Good, the Protector of All, the Ever Vigilant! Not long after I adopted them in 2017.
Maurice the Handsome, the Best-Behave-est Boy in the world! Doesn’t he have the most remarkable fur coat! Such colorings.
Lambert and Murphy just relaxing.
From left to right, Lambert, Maurice, and Murphy! Good boys!
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