stop toronto invisible gangstalking

stop toronto invisible gangstalking

that night i killed a harrasseur who was wearing an invisibility suit

it happened while i was living at 16 chandos avenue.

i had been alerted by headquarters ahead of time that their informants had told them the other side was going to do an invisibility cloak training run with a novice harrasseur. i was to be their target.

i could see them there even though they were cloaked, those little sparkles the cloaking creates gave them away if you know what you are looking at. there were at least three. one of them was darting in and away at me while the other two stood some distance away and observed.

i was doing my evening thousand paces back and forth while swinging my arms. at one point the harasseur got real close and i punched the air and made contact with the left side of the harrasseurs head, i think it was right on the temple. this immediately killed who ever it was. i think it was the novice.

the other two quickly moved in and grabbed the body, lifted it and retreated through the wall to the stair case.

my job was done and i went back to my exercises.


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isadora duncan—corpse flower

isadora duncan—corpse flower

videos of isadora duncan and a corpse flower dancing.

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cactus litter

leaves from a succulent dropping down on to a barrel cactus

wallgarden—potgarden

peacock and elephant

in the jungle, a peacock on a broad well worn path dancing for the peahens.

along comes an elephant, the peacock won't allow it to pass, so the elephant goes down a smaller side path into the jungle.

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william beckett—opium trail

william beckett—opium trail

william beckett's description of opium gardens in the tyrol. he came upon them in july of 1780, while travelling south to the mediterranean.

he wonders at why so many of the yards had gardens of poppies and suggests they were tapped for opium.

they are being grown in the same place today for seeds to be used in cooking and cosmetics. so they say.


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aliyah like there’s no tomorrow

smaller than trumps mushroom

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more gangstalking, a new couple of stalkers one propositions me in a restaurant while his accomplice waits for me outside.

sits beside me starts to undo his pants and utters something at me in what of may been a foreign language. it was so small, probably smaller than trumps mushroom, his is a whole new level of microdick.

i got up and exited the restaurant while one of the staff approached him and began beating him up, as i stood across the street waiting to get a picture of him leaving the store he was chased out by another of the staff.

he went north on yonge while his accomplice followed me south.



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landscape—formscape