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Gang Stalking – The world is full of angelic beings.

Garden Angelic Beings

Garden Angelic Beings (Photo credit: nme421)

I’m supposed to be at a doctor’s appointment now.  When I arrived at the office, I was told I had no appointment. I gave them the slip given to me when I made  appointment. The clerk told me that they tried, and tried over and over  to contact me, but couldn’t.  So I asked, “Why didn’t someone get in touch by email?”  The clerk said, “We don’t do email.  I replied, “Then why do you ask for my email address if you’re not going to contact me by email?” Clerk said, I don’t know.”  I replied, “Why didn’t you send me a letter?  Clerk said, “We don’t send out letters.   I replied, “I’ve been sent letters notifying me that the appointment date had been cancelled and given a new date for the appointment.” He stopped chewing gum.  He knew that he was telling me nothing, but lies.  They like to do this to me. I show up, no appointment. I remember the last time they did this to me, they cancelled appointments three times in a row. By the time I got to see the doctor, it was ten months later. I always keep the receipt they give me  on what date my appointment is so they can’t say I showed up on the wrong day, as they’ve done to me.

It’s not going well with things in my apartment.  Every time I take a shower, there’s a puddle of water on the floor when I get out of the bathtub.  I have a shower curtain, but it doesn’t matter if I keep the curtain in or out of the bathtub, the floor gets wet.  I’ve gone to the office four times already to complain about it, but nothing’s been done.  The first four days that I used the shower, no problem. The fifth day, the floor got soaking wet and has been ever since. But I decided I’m just going to keep taking my shower and if the tub goes through the floor, they’re going to be held responsible. I know they did something to the shower. I don’t know what. And they’ve shot bolts of electricity to my hands. Last night, a bolt hit my hand so hard, I couldn’t move my hand for about five minutes.

And they’ve stolen my food.  I couldn’t find four items I had in the refrigerator.  The things just disappeared into the great unknown. And, of course, what would my life be like if I didn’t have someone break into my apartment every day. I’d just be so unhappy that I had no visitors while I was out. I’d probably cry.  Boo-hoo.

I’m back at the library again.  Wednesday was a real quiet day. That’s the day the perps go to their meeting and tell all the horrible things we’ve done. Like gave them the finger, or called the sweet things bastards. They’re such delicate creatures, we can’t mistreat them too much.  Of course, they’d go running to the cops, or librarians, or whomever is in charge to report us and them it’s them against our truth.  And we’d lose because we’re such liars, when we’re not drinking or being violent, or other such bad things we targets do.  You know, the rest of the world is full of angelic beings. Yeah, sure. And if you believe anything I wrote, I have a bridge I can sell you in Brooklyn.

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