sat 18 oct 08
seven months and one week today. the FBI refuses to remove me from the hook and let me be SOME kind of a human again.
made me sleep outside again last night, the feds did, after taking from me the enormous gift of letting sleep a week in a laundromat. but the agent who's running the laundry and the bar beside it, kicked me out yesterday. it was much colder last night than any of the other nights that the sadists in the FBI made me sleep outside. and where's my knight in shining armor, that guy in love #1, when they're doing these things to me. my hero. where is he? the same place he's been for the last seven months: sitting in on their pow-wows where they decide how to hurt me, nodding his head.
i am the victim. the landlady and the psycho-chick are the criminals. i want americans to know that i'm the victim, and i continue to be abused by the FBI.
remember i complained about smirking A LONG TIME AGO? it goes on to this minute. agents smirking at me, townspeople smirking and smiling. as if what's been done to me were just the most amusing thing going.
mafiosi: UMBRELLAS color, size, whether opened or closed, and who's carrying them.
