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.