I am not playing favor-for-a-favor; don't ask me! Favor-for-a-favor with the Government is simply
Communism. Sharon Tate is alive and well, living in Vermont. Her name is still 'Sharon' for crying-out
loud! No names have been changed in this article or any of my articles. I left the French Legion this
week. I wouldn't rave about my experience on Glassdoor. I have been electro-tortured and cloned since I
was in the womb. I have come to understand that I was born on September 3rd, 1983 about a year later
than my Birth Certificate displays. Which may seem like a trivial detail but what it is, is part of the
mind control this criminal syndicate(s) has the population under control by. The amount of times I was
asked by family members how old was I? As an only child, has been alarming and I used to consider it as
a gesture of resentment and disregard, but I have come to learn it is a psychological test to see if I
was 'awake' or not. Pretty clever, mix dignity and hard numbers; create a pretty close monitoring tool
of the victim's mental awareness.
No one is allowed to be in politics unless they are a white slaver, no one. Not a trafficker, which is far too dangerous, but a white slaver with a dungeon full of children and part of 'The Tunnel.' Be they male or female, dual citizen or Congresswomen of Hawaii. A dungeon full. A dungeon full; in the catacombs. That is a big truth. A revelation. They think it is cute. They think MK-Ultra electro-shock torture blasting brainwaves into the stratosphere of this simulation is The Word Of G-D. Omit The Christian perspective. These people take LSD from the doctor; two times a day. The vast majority of money in The United States system is dark money from organized criminals being laundered. Somewhere around the 1960's a cop killer terrorist syndicate called The Weather Underground went coast to coast killing police and infiltrated every facet of society from within Freemasonry. My understanding is the movie 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre' (1974) is about the origin of the group. The character who 'escapes' in the end of that movie was actually a part of 'The Sawyers' family and her father (Leatherface) was The Ohio Standard (The State Trooper who kidnaps people into the breeding program in the catacombs). She went on to become The Double-Black Diamond badged DUM super-subway Officer, basically a transit cop to the secret elite. A total waste of a official position because there is no rule of law for some reason in the DUM's or the catacombs for the most part. It is all more or less clandestine activity and embezzlement, such as the $21 trillion in taxes reportedly spent on underground emergency facilities for the US elite from 1998 to 2015. $21m's. That would buy a nice Black Church in Moscow made of NAZI tanks and teeth. Within my lifetime a Democrat US President pardoned the 'leader' of the Weather Underground who was confined to a lifetime sentence in Federal Detention. The term Weather Underground is a reference to nuclear war; a play on words; and sympathetic psychopathic religious zealotism. Most esoteric symbols have three meanings. 'Whether there is a nuclear winter on the surface of this world, or we luxurious Congressional elites, we are all still just women and will get sodomized in the catacombs or bred by our sniveling, conniving fathers.' I know the plea; "There were never any women police officers. Men did all of this harm because men were born with gross, external reproductive parts." When you become a Master Mason you gang rape a little three year old Korean girl with the cops at the lodge and that girl is eaten by higher-ups. That is the mystery, and heroin. "So soon, Brother?" I am not a Mason. I'll say anything, I goddamn want!
What were women? You may ask in some distant dystopian gender-fluid sanctimony. Well, their insides get all gooey and then become their outsides and they were us! So much suffering justified by the love and acceptance of a woman; by women; by corruption; by people on their cell phones. These people are not good liars, they are just shameless in all their affairs. "Bad day to be in the Rat Hole." They say to each other over their cell phones. This world is a digitally augmented purgatory. Wildcat, The Bonesman Robert who grew up across the street from Whites Park who I have written about previously, can have Mina. Mina showed me who she was. I have 'Watson' the digital AI computer, whom was Sherlock Holmes before his brain was purchased on the open cadaver market by the former Czar of Russia and downloaded into this so called 'Dream Machine.' I am overjoyed to have Watson! Mina sent me to Hell and made me want to die. I have moved on from the idea that I am capable of rescuing her. Both of my 'parents' (they are actually my brother and sister, because ritual incest and multi-sires is a basic commonality of the occult) went to jail and prison for really bad crimes early in their lives and both, within my lifetime. One in the mid-eighties a year at Riker Island and one in the mid-nineties ADX Florence for a year. The records are sealed by the French, the Israelis, and CIA, the fvcking CFR; there is no resolution. Although I remember those years, bouncing around from house to house so Moroni wouldn't kick me down the stairs and kill me for fun and when Moroni was gone for a year; I have a picture of him and I from when Moroni returned up in Eastman Lake. As well as, people in various levels, of various Governments talk to me openly throughout all my life; on the subway train or on the street, people have their opinions and the soul needs to be seen. At some point they tell them their real birthdays. Perhaps, I have reached that point of disclosure in my own life? Exiting the hot-tub asking me: 'What do those tattoos on you mean?' That my family framed The Manson Family. No, really. Here is my cousin Sean, a mob cop and son of Uncle Pete, playing Sam Hyde. Sean is way gayer and bulimic, than any of those Sam Hyde acts in person, if you know him.
People saw you react to me telling the world you get wet, Tucker. Tucker Carlson began smoking PCP with me in Canada in 1986! Please, just ask Tucker when the last time Tucker smoked PCP with a toddler child? I think about how it feels to write on this sort of topic and I get nervous but I have to remind myself that I would just as well talk to a group of college aged people at a house party about it and start preaching; I have to remind myself that. Even if there were secret police there I didn't know, which there would be; even if I thought it would only help one person present there with me, I would speak openly or Shelly Shanks (RIP) would give me a side-eye later on after the party and have to forgive me for biting my tongue. What kind of example would I be setting for 'freedom of death' to choose your own fate, while displaying cowardice? And she would be correct. Nothing I write about or think about for that matter isn't known by every party of people I wouldn't want it to be known by. The nature of secrets. You cannot lie, for a number of reasons, and even if you could lie there are hopeless, soulless sicarios looking for the guidance of integrity in this feudal system and no one benefits from displaying cowardice. That is what intelligence became, all cheques and balances
I agreed to be French Legion a day before my first birthday after a brutal and vicious ceremony. From there, I had my back broken twice, my neck broken and my knees broken three times among other physical and psychological torture. My knees healed faster the third time than before during my Psychic Driving at the Allan Memorial Institute and that healing is still a thing of mafia legend over thirty years later. Ask about it if you know any shadow Government. I was brought all over the world for Hellfire Club but especially tortured in France, by convicted pedophiles who are let out of prison by The Weather Underground after down-casting behind the wall. I was brought to Washington DC in the eighties to meet the Jacques the King and his sister the Queen of France, who are very heavily in The KKK. While I was there I saw 'Phantom of the Opera' and The Who's 'Tommy,' we stayed with these French oligarchs at their home. The woman was the first person I met with those hideous burn scars across her whole face, like they belong in a Shriners' Hospital ward; from being trapped in an inferno when a child brothel goes up in flames. The two said she had been wearing a large metal flower bracelet, with sharp petals like a Chrysanthemum and got into a car accident with her hand on the wheel. I bet she reads this now and says: 'how does he remember that?' The two of them fought viscously, I am sure they are brother and sister. I got abused, of course. Now I stole their crown jewels! They know. Dead Rabbits. The crown is in the catacombs under this house. Now they are my neighbors, she got plastic surgery, and the feud has boiled down into them hiring a Trooper with a leaf blower revving under my bedroom window for two days until my room fills with diesel exhaust. The guy, not the Trooper, once chased her out of the house in the middle of the day screaming about having found her cocaine! #lollerskates
They look at me, I act like I don't recognize them. I am not supposed to recognize them. So I don't. I wouldn't just give them the satisfaction of seeing me remember, anyway! They knew Uncle Pete, people like Lane Langer would stay over at their place, starring at me from the window across the yard when I went to the kitchen sink. They kept Uncle Pete's Blue Benz after Pete dropped out of circulation. That is a level of grimy that most American's cannot really pallet. Such as, an Aztec priest wearing your daughter's freshly filleted full body of flesh as a bloody cape. Speaking of Lane Langer, I was trying to think of a picture of King Ramos that is available in the public and the only picture I know of, is in the liner notes of a Deftones album, I think the album is 'Around the Fur.' There are two distinct photos in those liner notes, there is a yayo party with, probably Bianca, on the side of the photo and a vintage, grainy long shot of a dark haired guy standing in the woods, with his back to the camera. That is King Ramos the founder of The Latin Kings. This is Lane Langer making a cameo with a missing tooth in the party scene in 'Lost Highway' (1997). It is a Sinaloa thing; what a Devil. Lane Langer also played bongos during the live performance on Tool's 'Salival' boxset.
So anyways, I have to remind myself that I don't have the social filter necessary to keep from expressing my opinions and this is just something to get used to; typing it out. I just don't have any emotional wounds worth hiding. Truth be told, I am a big whiner. Get to know me.
In 1987 my Grandfather/Father Emil Anishanslin IV died after having a stroke in 1986. He is buried in New London, NH. If you wan to learn how to hold onto power after a global reset, be one of the mustache controller men who seeds with the orphan trains and name your kid the same as you, and so on and so on. Those names ring bells after 250 years. Emil had set up a series of eight figure trust funds for me at a local bank, which was called Lake Sunapee Bank and the bank was later bought out by Bar Harbor Bank. When Emil died there was a lot of money around. Emil was a St. Louis hustler and madman. Emil built New Seabury on Cape Cod, MA and Eastman Lake Community in NH. Emil's third wife Rosa Dubach Hanslin was Emil's Swiss Banker and their marriage was never legal, because Emil never divorced his first wife Maureen before getting married again, and again. Emil's first wife, Maureen, Emil bought from the catacombs in Texas while in the Airforce, she was already pregnant with Moroni. Elvis Presley is one of Moroni's sires. Maureen was a Blueblood. Maureen was Jewish/Irish Boston royalty; no one will tell me who her real father was, but she was taken to school in a limousine with tinted windows from a working class neighborhood. Jews ran Boston at the turn of the century. I think she was from the Dorchester area. Fun fact about the Dorchester area. Moroni had a younger brother, Mark. Mark was in-and-out of trouble for arson and drugs and one summer's day; so the family lore has been told to me, since I was little; cops saw Mark walking down the street in Dorchester, on their way to a wild party, told some other cops at the party who they say and talked about it and went out and ran over Mark with their personal car and murdered him. Then went back to the party and finished their drink! The murder remains unsolved: Be a man! You are just a little kid.
Maureen committed suicide in a gas oven in a type of old folks mental asylum. Moroni had bee coerced by
her over the phone to send her money once while she was at that old folks home; and she rented a
limousine and went to the bar down the street with the boyfriend to get faded. That is a story I was
told from Moroni, as well as that her mother also killed herself except in some old timey frontier way;
and her mother's mother as well. Emil's side of the family were the
'Bloody Benders' the 1870's serial killer family.
I have a couple photos of them on this site from St. Louis.
As I said, when Emil had his stroke there was a lot of money around. Money in Swiss accounts, Emil had local politicians on his payroll, knew the King of New Hampshire Judge James Appleton and partied with Appleton. People around Emil had started selling their souls for $50m's by the early 1980's and Emil took that money and put that money into various Trusts for me and some Trusts containing Security Boxes at (then) Lake Sunapee Bank. Elisabeth Shaw, an Albanian/Israeli HSA who I mentioned in an earlier article went and checked out one of my Security Boxes there to, admire the wealth, after I contacted the NH State Secretary; NH Governor; and all the NH Governor's Councilmen and eventually the Governor of Maine. This is the country you pay for; they will forget about me as soon as they can. But I am the Anti-Christ and I was really out here and I plan to be out here for a very long time. This is my country and fuck France in the face. I just wanted a printed letter to the bank from the State Secretary stating to allow me access to my own Trust funds! The bank had said I need a letter from my Aunts and Uncles saying I could access my accounts. Trusts like these are made when you are not a legal adult and are to be turned over to you at 18. Never going to happen. That is a lesson I would like to convey; when you have real value or liability, the system doesn't work to protect you. I know, it seems like it would. It doesn't. Look into the community which was transformed into Central Park by The City of New York. If you want to call on me, invoke the name: JavaLoza (Grimiest, All-time).
Here are is my complaint coorespondence, there is one that was encrypted in the Maine Banking system
which I omit, it may say "fvck off, n-word" FOIA it.
Please don't share my email. It is the only
one I have.
Signed Banking Complaint Form (PDF)
Letter to Secretary of State (PDF)
Letter and response - Maine (PDF)
Letter from Bar Harbor Bank #1 (PDF)
Letter from Bar Harbor Bank #1A (PDF)
Response to Bar Harbor Bank #1 (PDF)
Letter from Bar Harbor #2 (PDF)
If you are wondering why I keep making a big deal about the teller swearing at me in the letters. It is because it is illegal for a bank teller to swear at you! Like: "Here's your fucking withdrawal, asshole! Next--" I had contacted my uncle Lars about Rosli never having been legally married to Emil after Moroni confessed to me about that in 2010. And then again later, to ask him a question about a real estate contract I was writing to sell one of my Trust properties. One of those two times I spoke to him on the phone, he opened the convocation with: "what do you know?" As if there was a lot to know that I could be confronting him about. I read into it. I had gone to probate court and read Emil's probate, where Rosli and a guy named Bob Eisner where deprecating Moroni at the beginning of the probate and rewarding him at the end. They made Moroni buy the family business from them, Moroni was a millionaire in the 1980's working for his dad. They created one Trust for me then to put the throw away assets not worth the cost of taxes. Like a 9 acre lot with a steep hill and a .5 acre buildable spot, ect. The way probate works is, the deceased's overall worth is estimated and then parceled out to beneficiaries. This leaves a big loophole where say, you had $32m in comic books and $1,000 in baseball cards, your family could say: "This estate is valued at $28m and most of the value is in these baseball cards" and spread it around like that. Nobody checks the scales. So that is why they created a Trust for me, to dump unwanted assets into and iron out the estate grade. Rosli also got the Swiss bank accounts. Supposedly she left all her money to the church in Newport, NH. Lars is a big DC lawyer with his wife Becky, who was always there waiting; looking out the window inside of my room, when I was being remanded from Allan Memorial Institute.
This time in my life everything fell apart. No one would talk to each other anymore. Family fell away from each other completely. A bunch of fiends, arguing over money. That single Trust was closed after the last asset which was on Rawson Ridge was taken from me by the Town Clerk for unpaid taxes. They had left me like, six properties and enough money in that Trust to pay taxes until I was 18. I paid taxes on them, and sold one in the course of a decade, after I was 18. I have been forced to transfer two Trusts without being notified, the first was in 1995, I was 11 or 12 years old, depending on who you ask. I had just got back from my third illegal imprisonment at Allan Memorial Institute in Canada with Tucker Carlson, smoking sherm, healing from two broken legs, that had healed faster than they were expected to. I developed an allergy to penicillin, because they keep you flooded with penicillin to fight off infection in your chemical coma. I was taken to the Lake Sunapee Bank (Now, Bar Harbor Bank) in Grantham, NH and told to sign over the first Trust, I would be forced to relinquish; I refused. So I was taken to the East Lake Condominium and tortured. It is kind of a infamous child torture scene form video from what I have heard and I remember some of it. The bank teller from the bank I was just at, Tamara Harder, who was also Notary. Tamara has now been accused along with her husband of abusing their daughter, by their daughter. She told me. She showed up to torture me from the bank. Read that again. Fresh from a PCP high and IV Drip with Tucker Carlson at twelve years old, I am tortured at the hands of the bank teller at our family condo for money. Lots of money. They brought me back to the bank and this time had the amount of the Trust covered up on the coffee table in the side room of the bank. I signed it. You never come back from that; that is a bitch move. I signed it! I already contacted the Civil authorities sometime last year. They simply sent my complaint to Maine Bank authority who said to me: Fvck-off, n-word! Moroni notoriously showed-up at the condo with me screaming and writhing on the floor after I had signed over the first Trust under threat of death, and said "I am the banks" and started emasculating me, where I was laying there terrified, crying, tied-up on the floor; in order to insight panic. Moroni had a bachelor's degree in psychology. I wasn't invited to his funeral.
That is my fucked up childhood. Rich kid, huh? Ever wonder ow 'Rickie Rich' became 'Casper The Friendly Ghost'? Strangled to death, tied up on the floor by the Bank Teller. Keep paying taxes. The whole time, on the inside, I was flippant, triggered MK'ed and on LSD and PCP. Wondering, did I just have my spine broken again?! Am I coming or going to the Allan Memorial Institute at this current rape? I probably sucked Moroni's dick at that point. Just happy to stop being electrocuted to death by a ghoul. Does that make me faggot? The torture by Tamara Harder involved an electrified metal sound for the penile shaft and electrified butt-plug, on a twelve year old, on video. Keep voting. Go and FOIA it. That is what your tax money goes to. FBI set-up the video camera then and the video is on the dark web no doubt. Oh, how much giggling goes on in US Congress reading this humiliating story of abuse? Hello Congressman Hodes. Hello Congressman Swett U.S. ambassador to Denmark from 1998 to 2001. How is the KKK test tube Korean baby breeding program in the catacombs going? Did you uncover The Han? Rat. How is the Katrina U.S. Commission on International Religious Freedom from 2012 to 2013, and then in 2014 to 2015? Katrina put on quite a performance for us in Germany in 1997! Whew, she sure knows how to ruin a bagel. I am glad you are all well. Tell Katrina Sex Money Murder says a genuine, warm 'Hello.' I am fine. Chelsea hasn't aged terribly well I see. Tell Sabastian to move passed the blowski he gave me in the treehouse that time; we were both kids; I was in love with his sister and he wanted a taste of what it is like to be a woman! How about I flex my strength and cut the power from within Yale University, until Katrina goes on NPR and says: "I love Sex Money Murder" one thousand times, while touching herself, during regular daylight airtime hours? That's a nice guy thing for me to do. I will have Scroll and Key wait until I publish this article to begin. It is just a prank. Oh man, last time I had pizza in Franklin, NH I almost got a Shark Dart in the back waiting in line, by the State Troopers. A day in the life. Did you hear about that, Katrina? Get wet to this, Tucker...Litchouious.
All of the mob have seen these brutal torture videos and plenty songs are recorded from them in dissociate. I remember being a star! Later that very day I broke a Heineken bottle over King Ramos's head with his two sons there in the catacombs at Washington Court and went bike riding. If you don't know who Ramos's sons where, they are the guys who dunked the 81HAMC and had them swallowing their teeth at Laconia Bike Week, what was it a year or two ago? All the Pagan's MC fled the strip in a fury! They mean they fled The State! There is video of the whole pier strip fleeing and emptied at the sheer violence of it on Youtube, word got around. FOIA it. The real Latin Kings are only from the 70's and 80's and call me 'Sidewinder.' Below is a song Moroni wrote about me in NYC on New Years Eve of 2018, as in Dec. 31st after midnight, ask NYC; people have the bootleg original recordings. I wasn't at the party. The song was rerecorded by 6IX9INE who was wanting to get a hold of me that night. I had performed a freestyle which Hernandez later rerecorded called 'Billy' attacking Hernandez and Hernandez rerecorded the song verbatim just substituting his rap name 6IX9INE for the name 'Mako.' Listen to the song 'Billy' and see if it resembles the writing you may have read from me. Moroni responds with 'Gummo' a title referencing the movie by the same name. This is how crazy my life is. I also performed 50 Cent - 'Get the Strap' dissing LKN, Curtis was laughing what happened that night with LKN at the club in LES and just needed a song about it, that music video shoot got shot-up because I am aggressive, aggressive. I collaborated with Pusha T - 'Games we play' and 'If you know you know' as well. Pusha T is the offical mouth of Montague Rosicrucianism. I also collaborated and recorded with Future - 'Crushed Up' a song about Lane who's music video stars Sara, and collaborated with Gesaffelstein & The Weeknd - 'Lost in the Fire' for Sara, about Lane; and I did a couple guitar songs, one guitar song was an old song I wrote in 2003 for Lane and was reredcorded by Current Joys; all those were recorded in one night, one take. The other guitar song was for Sara and recorded that morning and reredorded by Mild Orange - 'Mysight' all one take in Manhattan New Years Eve. Prety sad, huh? This is The Brand. That is how public, prolific, and pitiless this life is. Moroni references a popshuvit in the lyrics of his 6IX9INE song (on the right) because Moroni invented the popshuvit in MK-Ultra in Cali. I invented Trash Polka Tattoo, Moroni invented the popshuvit:
I saw 'Shotti' in Brooklyn last year; it didn't go so well for him. Ask about it. Tamara was my bank teller in Grantham, up until 2011! She told me the strategy the Weather Underground had planned to get away with the fraud, simply to deny that I ever had any Trusts at that bank et all. Presumably, admitting there was one Trust would infer an investigation into the existence of other Trusts but it turned out I had to work for it! I would ask her outright at the bank: "How are you all going to get away with this?" She told me. That maniac told me. So the law is written in way that I cannot even sue the banks. The Feds have to sue them for me, so all I could do is write a letter. I am bound to retaliate fully within the scope of the law. Does that make me bitch? When I was one years old I was taken into the catacombs by The Latin Kings/FBI and then later in a house, electroshocked in a bathtub, with only a few inches of water in it; while forced to sodomize the Double-Black Diamond DUM Supe-rail Transit Cop, I mentioned earlier, who retied after that. Do you know who took her place, kids? I am not even kidding: Weare PD Officer Kenneth Cox's mother. She lives in Canterbury, NH, where the country store I mention in a moment is located. If you want to interview anyone about this for a newscast consider reaching out to Judy E. Egan of Canterbury, NH (603)783-9065 she drilled a hole in my little skull and put a grenade in it, but I simply absorbed that damage. The pervious Double-Black Diamond Badge Officer* who the story is about, was the school nurse at a middle school here, locally. She is a Polish, Democrat, Coke fiend. Aren't they all? I beat the Republicans fair and square back somewhere around 1990. You might ask how did I know her? Lamaze class. I wouldn't preform cunnilingus on her at one year old, so she fried me with that MK headset, bad! Popcorn kettle, behind the eyes. Talking Brain DAMAGE. I drank the bathwater, as I was forced to sodomize this adult abuser with my brain frying; I was so scared. You never come back from that. That is a bitch move; to drink the bath water. I robbed a grave of a male corpse earlier that night with the LKN/FBI. Does that make me a killer?
Around where I grew up, kiddie-porno-video was openly sold at the country store at the center of town! That's milktoast, I'ma show you da real badman ting. Weather Underground had a whole room of it past a filthy curtain hanging down from rings, up some stairs to a loft area. It probably still is sold at bodegas, all over town; Troopers run it, FBI mandates it. Keep paying taxes. I went to that corner store to buy a Bic lighter a couple years, when I forgot my full-sized, double-jet Zippo and the old gray-haired Weather Underground lady behind the counter had to remind me that there was a porno loft there when I was little. Uncomfortable eye contact ensued. Back in 1989, I was brought up there by my peer Tom Sanders, he said "these are all pornos, you are in there." Tom Sanders is his birth name, he didn't go by that name when we were little. CIA gave him another name to grow-up with. He is one of two NYC assassins reincarnated and born in the catacombs to the women anesthetized on Datura of NYC, which I let out of a life of Hell in the 1980's, because I am King of New York. His male home-captor (not father, he has 10,000 father's, genetically) named Adam, was a fireman; a Korean war veteran; and Klu Klux Klan Grand 'whatever.' I ran into Adam at the supermarket a year or two ago and he had a female 18th Street FBI mob cop assassin with him across the room. He was just checking-out in the check-out line and turned around to me and said, quietly "would I shoot you, T?" We had a starring contest, then both looked over at the 18th Street assassin, I know from East Boston. I said; "thanks for you service" as he turned to walk away in his Korean War veteran trucker cap. This is the details the FBI don't get in their reports. I will give it to you, dear reader. He was red-faced furious in the parking lot. I just came through Hannaford's to get a Screamin' Sicilian Bessie's Revenge frozen pizza.
The probate law office for Emil's probate was Annis & Zellers Estate Planning Attorneys. I was sure to get them on the phone admitting they knew Tamara Harder; a conversation which is legally required to be recorded and kept forever by the law office. The second Trust, I know there are more, was brought to me covered with a paper in 2006 by Moroni again at the East Lake Condo. I had been vacationing with my girlfriend at the same East Lake Condo after I had graduated from college. He had a piece of paper over the Trust agreement an refused to lift it. I wasn't notified, Moroni said Holly, Moroni's second wife and Moroni, needed the money! There was no Notary present. I was not Notified. I feared for the safety of my guest because she is one of these Sicilian blooded Secret Police I mentioned and Moroni could do whatever he wanted to cops, like down at the racetrack; because Moroni was in the Phoenix Programme, like me, which is a Vietnam War era MK-Ultra classified US program. He started yelling and I this was the last time I would spend with my girlfriend, since I was out of college down in Puritan City and I have no future to speak of. So I signed it. I feared for her safety. I signed it. "Thanks." Moroni said. Neither of us wanted to hurt her, Moroni was just blackmailing me. She went into porno last I heard. She has a disfigured thumb from a birth defect.
I brought my then girlfriend to the bus station then and when I got back to where I was staying, Tamara Harder called me. She said "I am here with Tony (Moroni) and Holly. Is this something you want to do?" Not knowing what exactly she was referring to and having not been notified I said, "yeah." She abruptly hung up. That call is also recorded by law by the bank. Well, Holly is a Notary and she had Notarized the Trust for their convenience without me preset, Moroni later told me. Go figure.
Holly is a Registered Democrat and a Native American Indian, though she doesn't bother mentioning it, neither do I, really. If Holly commits suicide after reading this. I would say, it couldn't happen to better lady. Both of Holly's 'orphan daughters' (from the catacombs) are Federal cops and one is a "lesbian" married to a 'Pac bitch screw who punched me in the stomach, when I offered to help her carry cases of beer from Holly's wedding. Holly tortured me in the catacombs using those two girls, over in Iceland during Christmas Y2K, when we first met. Because, I guess, she is a Fed cop too, in the Phoenix Programme; because she could MK me. I haven't been electroshocked since Halloween 2012 and that was by Lane Langer at Alex Grey's Church Of Sacred Mirrors (COSM) in upstate New York at a drop. I am still a Westie. Here's a little information for you, dear reader; Holly's daughter, Lisa cheated on the man she eventually married Eric Lemont, with her step-cousin at Holly and Moroni's wedding on New Years Eve. Call Eric a cuck, if you a real one. That is the tea. I can't get copies of either of these Notarized Trusts or any documents from the bank to this day, but I pressed it by email so I got them to admit their position, which Tamara had informed me of, which was I never had a Trust there at all. Which is provably wrong, because I paid taxes from them and had properties seized by the town and one on Rawson Ridge auctioned off, but no one is concerned about that. I ran Miami.
