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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, DAVID, THE REAL HANNIBAL LECTER, MY BOYFRIEND, THE FBI MAN AND GIMPY, ERIN, ANY PRIVATE DETECTIVES OR PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS THEY HAVE USED SINCE 1986, ANY DRUG LORDS, ANY WAR LORDS, ANY PREGO-FETISH FREAKS WITH SEXUAL PERVERSIONS OF A SEXUAL FANTASY OF A PREGNANT WOMAN AND A PREGNANT BELLY ON ME, BRIANNA’S FRIENDS, ANY BREAST-FEEDING FETISH FREAKS, ANY FETISH FREAKS OF DISPROPORTIONATE OR ENLARGED WOMAN’S BREASTS, ANY FETISH FREAKS OF BULBOUS THIGHS, ANY AND ALL DETOX FETISH’S – ON ME, CHUNKY DUSSE, AND CHUNKY NEIGHBOR’S, MUST I REALLY MAKE THIS LIST – LONGER?!
SO, IS THAT WHAT YOU MORONS ARE ALL REALLY AFRAID OF?! I’LL BE TOO FUCKING GOOD; YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO FIGHT?! YOU DUMB FUCKS! THAT IS THE WORST MILTARY STRATEGIC THINKING IN THE FUCKING WORLD!
December 11, 2019
Although I might not have written it at every picture, be aware, these photographs have been re-edited. These pictures are not in any particular order.
I BELIEVE THESE PEOPLE WHO HAVE EDITED THEMSELVES INTO MY PHOTO’S TELLS ME, THEY THINK THEY ARE MORE IMPORTANT – THAN ME. AND TO ME. IF I DIDN’T TAKE A PICTURE OF THEM, THEY WEREN’T IMPORTANT TO ME.
This photo has been altered to make my mother’s skin look bad, to me, this is where Disney’s animators were getting inspiration. She was approached by an animator to pose for them, and she never went. Probably by that time it could have been difficult to know who to trust.
My father, brother and little me. If there were a lot of, or any internationals that perhaps did not speak English, that would or could have understood me and my family differently from American’s if they were working off of – photographs. The picture you’ve been using is wrong, Zero Dark Thirty. I see why they’ve seen my father and mother better than a lot of American’s have treated us. Just from looking at these photographs.
My mother and me as a baby, I doubt the real photograph had my mouth open, and my mother really liked his stister. That is how he pronounced sister, st-ister. This tells me my brother was trying to figure out more about me, by being close to me.
My perfect Englishman cat Barney and me at the back of our house in Simi Valley, California.
Barney! I think Barney is tickling my ear or face when this picture was taken. Possible Zohan reference.
Birthday party in our front yard in Simi Valley, California.
This birthday party is probably why there is the windmill golf scene in the movie, Crazy Stupid Love. I would have to brain-think it because I know something happened there that day.
My brother and a neighbor, Creggan might know the answer better than me about how many plays my mother put on in the garage of our house in Simi Valley, California. It’s a Christmas play about the baby Jesus.
My brother and I just being kids.
From left to right, my mother in our house in Plant City, Florida, Art and Nancy Cash at our house in the backyard in Plant City, Dean and Mildred Dalton at their wedding anniversary party in Indian Rocks Beach, Florida.
David and me in 1999. David is seen in the movie, Zohan as the character Walbridge, and that just says, David has been read, more than once, about being a man only interested in the “perfection”, breasts to ass ratio, of a woman’s body, meaning, you dumb morons allowed this man, David, that I spotted as the strongest male, and allowed to him to be seen as a man that doesn’t understand – brains and minds.
This is a good example of David, just being – David. This is also a good example of Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on. Use the male brain of the man in shorts, or the man in pants – PUT YOUR TROUSERS ON!
My father and I on the top, and my brother and father on the bottom page, in our home in Simi Valley, California.
My father and I, in our home in Simi Valley, California. Notice the hands don’t match. To me this says, a lot of other people have had different and more meaningful information about my family.
My father and I at Christmas in our living room in Simi Valley, California. The wall where the person taking the picture is standing, is where there were mirrors on the wall, I brushed my hair in my be-married dress, my nightgown.
My maternal grandparents and me. Not my grandfather’s real expression.
My father’s motorcycle, with my brother. I don’t know who is with my brother. A neighbor or a relative, it is my father’s motorcycle.
My grandfather and my brother at Disneyland in Anaheim, California.
That’s my grandfather playing with my brother and I in the swimming pool, wherever their camper or RV was parked in California. It’s a good example of how much fun my grandfather was, that’s me with a smile on my face. He was such a great man. And, I always loved the chance to go swimming until this house, even if the temperature was too cold.
This is our garage that was used as an office and where my father read or watched television in our home in Plant City, Florida, and yeah, I mind if your female colleague checks out my father – undressing. This is actually pretty tidy compared to how much worse it got as the years went on. I just don’t like clutter.
From left to right, Gjestland’s: my father, Leif, Nan, my brother Creggan, and myself in our backyard in Plant City, Florida. This photo has also, been re-edited.
Here I am being a goof ball, for Halloween mid-nineties. Tammy, and my brother to the left.
That’s me at the far left of the picture, and my mother in the skirt. These are English classes for the Japanese exchange students that my father taught. The outfit I am wearing is typically of the fashion in the eighties, that style of belt was very popular in fashion, then.
I might not have said anything earlier as there was a lot going on in my brain and mind at the time; however, I was very pleased, it’s very encouraging what those children did. I am very grateful. Grateful.
Did David and my Boyfriend work on that together?
There was a tour escort that re-enacted the bombing of Hiroshima somewhere in these years of this photo. My mother was upset by it, I wasn’t. Really, it was a way of asking if I have a military brain. Yeah, why. My mother was upset because she didn’t want either the Japanese or any American’s – to have hurt feelings over the past, or history. It would have hurt her feelings, is the reason she got upset.
I understood it differently. Yeah, why.
This is the Korean exchange student that stayed with us in in Gresham, Oregon, and our cat Puff n’Stuff. A lot has been re-edited on the Korean student. Please correct this, there are so many false, and incorrect news stories, especially with President Trump in them, that are just WRONG.
This is very typical of my brother, Creggan in his early years. This is their apartment in Los Angeles, California before I was born.
My brother and me, when I was a baby.
That’s me in a shirt that looks a lot like – the Zohan.
This “haircut”, is the reason for the character Michael’s wears a wig in Zohan, from my hair being melted from a hairdresser, I had to cut it all off. I wrote about this before; it was done intentionally as a threat to my handlers.
This is probably the real reason, Maya’s character in the yelling scene of Zero Dark Thirty and bringing Washington DC targets to kill, the real reason Maya’s hair covers some of her face. This is me, snorkeling, in St. Martin, Virgin Islands, it goes together with the movie, The Matrix, by location.
My mother at their apartments in Los Angeles, California.
My mother in South Carolina before I was born. That could be Fufi, her cat.
My mother in California. I believe re-editing my own personal photographs is the same as tampering with evidence. The top of her head looks re-edited.
My mother, I have no idea where this photo was taken.
My mother and her VW bug in Los Angeles, California. Again, re-edited.
My parent’s wedding in Los Angeles, California.
That is my father in a tree in our backyard in our home in Plant City, Florida. Anyone able to guess the movie reference?
Mount Hermon, California.
This was our family van when we lived in Simi Valley, California, Portland, Oregon, and Gresham, Oregon. This photo was taken in Mount Hermon, California. This was before the days of mini vans, my mother turned this van into a mini camper with cabinets, and a bed like a day bed or Murphy bed that folded away for more floor space when not in use. It is the vehicle that was hit by a deer, being not an accident, a death threat on me as a little girl.
My father and brother.
This is typical expression of my brother in the Charlie Brown shirt, except for the re-editing of his hand in the photo. I am not sure who the other children are other than myself on the left.
Me, at the back of our house in Simi Valley, California. Must have been around Halloween.
Me with ribbons in my hair.
From upper left clockwise: My mother at our apartment in Oldsmar, Florida, Tammy and myself, our Simi Valley neighbor, “Auntie” Lila, me just before I moved to Plant City, Florida, their Spanish exchange student, Miriam, me and Nicole Cabet when I lived in Seminole, Florida, my mother and her friend, Lorraine, and April Clayton in the middle.
Me, my father, brother, and myself in Simi Valley, California. Did they actually use this photo of me on the right at my former employer as a death threat on my life?
My brother and I just having fun.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 