Tim Wolfe

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December 24, 2018

 

I took the phone from his hands, I did not destroy my glasses as they wanted me to.  See the non-angry message written on my face.  She was planning something had I made a display of my glasses, however, I will destroy all the ruined photographs of their non-real editing.

If what I am seeing is real and correct it looks as though it was planned.  Planned from the moment you told people she was pregnant.  I see snipping.  I see that they lied about the cause of death.  I see that they want to make the connection now between their unborn baby and my mother; however, it does not seem to be true.  It is only because of how I have written about it since then they want to make a connection to them with me hearing David’s name in my ear to appease their guilt.

It looks planned.  Why would they want to do that?!

December 24, 2018

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December 24, 2018

 

I voted for Al Gore.  As a registered Republican, I voted for Al Gore in the 2000 election.  Republicans voting for Democrats – happens.  I voted mainly on the social agenda on his ticket, it was the need I saw.  The need I saw that needed to happen.  This is the crime from Sherlock of the traveling sportsman, the 2000 election of the United States.  The man at the airport pushing my mother in the wheelchair, has always stood out to me.  Thinking brains.  Unlike other brains.  My mother voted for Bush, she was surprised to learn I had voted for Gore.  Anyone can see this if you look for it.

When I was in Australia and New Zealand, I see someone who thought it remarkable that I was talking, communicating, and interested in the wildlife, animals, and birds.  I had always wanted to go to the Brisbane zoo while Steve Irwin was there.  I talked about it.  I watched the interview of his wife after his death with my mother in the nursing home.  She hadn’t been in the nursing home long.

Am I the only one seeing the connections?

I would have been in eighth or ninth grade, I went to a break-dancing competition at a high-school in Portland.  I talked with a taller boy a grade or two a head of me, his name was Eric.  This is probably the White Nights proxy connection.  I let you think about that yourselves.  How I got there, how I got home, I don’t remember, most likely my mother drove; however, all I remember was talking to Eric on the bleachers almost the whole night.

Almost all of the photos I took while in Australia and New Zealand were of animals.  We stopped at a rest area on the side of the road while driving, and I am telling you this little bird flew down on a post in the parking lot as if to say to me, I heard you were here.  What are you doing?  What’s going on?  We talked for several minutes.

Is in love with me, looks like that he is in love with me.  Not she, he is in love with me.

The Christmas stocking in my window my mother sewed for me as a child.  She sewed one for all of us unique to each of us, not matching to conform, but to convene personality and unique traits of my father, brother and myself.

Be aware, the time off I have feels as though it is only going to be maintenance and not rest.  It will probably take me that long.

I am beyond sad, yet reading.

December 23, 2018: Right Lane Ends!

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December 23, 2018

Right lane ends.  Right lane ends.  Right lane ends.  It ends.  I am so disgusted with you people.  Is there a reason why in all these years I’ve worked for Amazon I have been denied access to the employee discount until recently?!  Was someone trying to make it appear as though I worked elsewhere?

It makes Disney look culpable.  The strokes on my mother.  3:10 to Yuma.  The killing of my mother it makes Disney look culpable.

Disney, when I worked there, started a 100%, pass or fail.  No other call center functions in this capacity, and it had to change.  I remember telling my manager because I was so upset at the stupidity of the notion, I care too much.

This person would not be a sociopath, they would have to be a split-personality of such a degree they order their personalities around probably the likes of which have never been seen before.  This is what I am seeing.

Miracle.  I am a natural talent.  Miracle on 34th street.  Miracle on the ice.  It makes the Presidential shooting appear to be motivated by the Olympic win over the Russians.

If David misses me, he needs to seek the help of a therapist.  It is not the same for me.  He is not my true love in my opinion.  I have been wanting nothing but men ever since to take me out, be a man, and treat me as a woman.  I have been denied access to men, men I would find attractive, men I want, so they can use me instead.  David needs the help of a therapist.  If David is not able to be in a relationship with a woman unless he gets to talk to me and be with me as well, he needs the help of a therapist.  I don’t feel that way about him.  David has never been the man I need, to me.  So, I have been looking and waiting for other men.

I am not a person to absolve someone from their sins with washing.  Pressure washing to someone means I am absolving them of their sins.  I am not.  I will not.

My mother.  My mother who loved everyone.  You people allowed her to be killed.  I am beyond rage.  My cats you allowed to be killed because I was not afraid.  I am beyond rage.

I took photographs of the bruises I’ve endured while working at Amazon.  No one else received bruises.  No one else gets beaten while working there.

The thought of me with a tall man with good looks is so upsetting to someone they have deprived me my whole life of male companionship.  I am beyond rage.

Whoever was here spying on me last Friday, I do not like.  The hacked my computer and destroyed everything I was writing.  I am beyond rage.

Chelsea is not, will not in any way be in my protection.  I am beyond rage.

Chris never has been, never will be in my protection.  I am beyond rage.

Everything I had been doing and working on, Chelsea ruins.  She is sick.  I am beyond disgusted with that place and building.

I am so disgusted with you people.  You cut me open to destroy my life.  You cut my Norway art to make yourself feel better for destroying my body.

I am in no mood for Christmas.

December 22, 2018: You Would Have To Be The World’s Worst Reader

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December 22, 2018

 

From everything I have seen, you still fail to understand.  I am the key.  I’ll let you think about that for a few days.  You might need the time.  I am the key.  It is not the other way around.

I was supposed to have the role in The Miracle on 34th Street in the 70’s when we were in California.  My mother told me this story several times that is not how she talked about it.  However, that is what I see.  I was supposed to have the role.  I did not get cast in college in the production of The Diary of Anne Frank.  I’ll let you think about that for a few days.

I voted for Al Gore, this is from Sherlock BBC.  I’ll let you think about it.

They replaced the lenses in my glasses when I took them to the store to have them adjusted, so that I will not be able to see distance in color.  Someone is so obsessed with me they do not want me to see anything other than black and brown.

Even bad men loved my mother.  What movie is this from?  It is true.  Russell Crowe should be wondering how he got his first big movie roles.  I am sure I was involved by proxy.  Am I the only one that sees the connection between that movie and the Twilight books?

They weakened the very sharp mind of my mother.  Who do you love?  Who do you love?  Who do you love?  Who do you love?  Who do you love?  This will say something to many people.

What movie is it from?  It is verbatim from my mother’s real life.  I painted a capital G for my mother in a very similar color of yellow as Raneem Oudeh.  I gave my mother a snow globe with one rose in the globe a similar color of yellow.  THIS SHOULD SCREAM HUGE CONCERN FOR THE WELL-BEING OF THE WHOLE WORLD!

I am not the only person to actually think in truths beyond – what would happen if this was true – I see something very bad and I do not like it, Russia.  Be aware my t-shirt has nothing to do with you, with Russia, and most specifically Putin.  Putin is trying to get a foothold through me.  He cannot.

This is true, when your people in Russia find out what you have done, Putin, you will be sorry.  I do not like what I am seeing over there.  My shirt does not, has not, will not in anyway be regarded by my person in affiliation with Russia.

If it is possible to give a person cancer, and I have seen this several times it has been used as a way to kill people where they will never be imprisoned.  It has been used as a hit or murder, or contract killings.  Then, there has to be a cure.  There has to be.  I could be a help there too.

I am not under any misconceptions that I will no longer be working with the US government and its military.  Of course, I will.  I asked for Tim and David to leave because they are not there in person everyday and they are being used by proxy and I do not like it.

As I see it you should consider the threat to me after publishing this, greater than anyone.

This is not new.  In eighth grade my science teacher asked me to read out loud.  I read several pages.  She asked me after I read what it meant.  I said, I don’t know.  Do you know why I said that?  I was thinking about something else while reading.  I did not stutter or mispronounce words.  I gave the correct inflection and pauses while reading.  Can you read out loud and think about something else?

My teacher sent me to a remedial reading class.  She was mistaken.  It probably cost someone their life because of it.  A boy in that reading class who sat behind me to my right, read out loud.  I lost it.  I started yelling at him.  I don’t remember yelling any other time at school kids.  It was a simple word like, than.  You don’t know how to say than?!  You can’t say than!  T -h – a- n!  Than!  How can you not know how to say than?!  On and on I ranted.  I never had to go back to that class.  Obviously, they had someone there by proxy.

You would have to be the world’s worst reader, the world’s dumbest criminal if there was a notion ever that me or any member of my immediate family could ever go against the US government.  This notion is out there on the basis of my mother being from Canada and my father being from South Africa.  It is the stupidest notion.

I am the key.

Beyond rage.  I am beyond rage, I am so upset.

December 21, 2018: Double Agent

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December 21, 2018

 

The mother and daughter on the plane were the double agents.  From JFK to Munich it was the mother and daughter.  The daughter was the worst.  The daughter was taller, she wore a camel-colored coat with a Dukakis pin, they both wore slacks.  The daughter wore a handbag in the price range of an Anne Klein handbag.  They both were dressed down in price from their usual attire.  They were being presented to me as something to aspire to.

I am looking at the daughter wondering why is she looking at me?  Who the fuck are you?!

Something to aspire to.  No.

Both EF and Academic Adventures in America should be investigated.

Both the color of Sandy Hill’s hair being red and the color of the rental car being red is saying something different to someone else other than me.  They are both a danger.  I believe my mother had been warned about a red car.

The reason for my God moment.  The reason why I believe I had a God moment, I believe my mother and I were being followed.  The reason I said in my head when looking at the bunk houses at Dachau, it’s not so bad.  Was someone else was near-by.  A Jew-hating lesbian.  It’s not so bad, God heard it, and told me so.  He told me what a terrible thing it was to hear.

Jews.  The Jewish people are God’s chosen people.  It is as if to say though you have killed my son, I cannot stop loving you.  God cannot stop loving.  Love.

This notion is being presented to me of a gay man in a relationship with another gay man that has been around me for years.  It is being presented in connection with Bing.  If this is correct, how he does not want any man having sex with me.  What has been shown to me, suggests that he is sexually attracted to me or is a sexual pervert.  I believe it is the former.  If this is true, I suggest he seek the help of a therapist.

I expect the man to be the initiator.  I expect the man to open the door for me.  I expect the man to ask for my number.  I expect the man to ask me out.  I expect the man to pay for every meal.  I expect the man to initiate interest.  I have been denied this my whole life with the exception of one man.  That man from this house doesn’t count in my opinion.

This is the constant story being played out with David.  David has been with so many women.  David could be with this woman other than you, Cherith.  David could be with this woman, who is not you, Cherith.  David could be with this woman, Cherith.  Or this woman, or this woman.  Then, in my opinion David is not worthy of me.  David has never asked for my phone number.  David has never asked me out.  David has never initiated conversation.  David has never really talked to me.  Ever.  David is not worthy of me.

If the only value David has is how more valuable, he is to other women than he is not worthy of me.  This is how it is presented to me over and over.  If the only value a man has is how much sex he can get from other women than he is not worthy of me.

We should never have moved from California.  My parents would have divorced.  My mother would have married up.  My father would have remarried.  We would have stayed in that house.  My father would have moved.  Both my parents would have been happier.

Mad as hell.  Beyond rage.  Upset.

128.8 lbs.