Murdered for not talking

Hey guess what? I’m not crazy.  If I do not talk, I get murdered.  People also ask me questions and torture me.  But don’t believe the truth.  Believe the lies.  Fucking hell.


Even at Sts. Peter and Paul today for Easter mass, a priest (and how is he married and just came back from a month in Hawaii) nined me after service.  He knows Russell Fisk.  Fun.


I eat free meals a lot at Sts. Peter and Paul as I have no income.  They’ve used sonic wave weapons on my head, directed on both sides of my head, one after the other.  I can’t wait until the federal government puts whomever needs to be with that church in prison.

Other churches around town, too.

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