Most- well at least this American had always thought of terrorism as any kind of inhumanity, severe injustice, enslavement and atrocities committed against other human beings and creatures. Such acts not only “try” to strip away the humanity of the being who the act is committed against- but paradoxically, moreover- it never fails in diminishing the humanity of the being who is comitting the act. As someone born and brought up in the United States- our history tells of the near extinction of the Native American peoples and then the enslavement and forced labor of kidnapped Africans, and the womens’ sufferage movement and then the struggles for equality and lawful recognition of the human rights of peoples of African descent and other peoples of color. There was and is also the movement to lawfully respect the human and civil rights of Gay and transvestite peoples. While some or many may feel that these are mostly bygone issues- the truth is- these struggles continue. Perhaps we need to address the rights of all children to live in violence and drug free, education-ready, nutrition-rich, child- safe enviornments. We need to protect immigrants from severe mistreatment, enslavement and injustice. And what about elders? In a world that moves as fast as ours- where adult children barely have time enough to care for their own immediate families, how are elders being treated in our society? Do we take the time to care for and protect them? Do we make sure that they are a vital part of our nuclear family? Do they sit at the head of our family table and bless the evening meal? Or is it easier to tuck them in nursing homes where we can pass the responsibility to their caretaker there? And also, what of the disabled? While construction abounds at brake-neck speed, it’s surprising to find very little accomodations for the disabled. Still, many who are wheel-chair bound must go in and out of the back or side exits of many apartment and condo complexes. Many NYC trains stations, but only some bus stops, have seating for those cannot stand for long periods.
All of this is to say that civilization is not just the systems and cities and monuments we have built- civilization is supposed to be the “taming” of the beast within “mankind,” (to coin a really outdated politcally incorrect term)- because “man” is anything but kind. “Mankind” can be brutish and hateful, plodding, plotting, viscious, etc, etc. Supossedly, with “civilization” “man” becomes “educated”, refined, “polished”- as the Japanese say. Then as “mankind” expands their knowledge and awaress and become infused with dynamic and inspirational Art, and music and literature- and perhaps some spiritual aspect finally peaks and takes hold- then something amazing is alleged to happen. Something that is supposed to elevate the “civilized” man to a level of comprehension, justice, a sense of honor towards self and other humans and at least a dash of compassion. (Compassion and justice and honor all mean respecting the honor due not just to ourselves but to the elders, children, women and men aorund us.) But I find that this may not be the case at all. For, in a quite urbane American setting, I am experiencing a different kind of terrorism. It is a sad, bizarre set of values and ethics which horribly steals, sucks and enchains the spirit and humanity from the participants while preying on whomever. The whomever- (which right now happens to be me) is probably not really the point or objective. The objective is the enslavement, control of the folks doing the stalking and harassing, and more.
Not the acts against me themselves- but the ongoing presentation of a sad, enslaved, hateful and desperate inhumanity which was seemingly readily and willingly adhered to by all manner of persons and “honorable” organizations, shocked me into 5 years of solitude.
It’s really bizarre to grow up watching all these bullshit swashbuckling hero-takes-all kind of crap- where the hero is always aided by at least two other side-kicks and an arsenal, right? And like- everyone in the audience is applauding because the hero (nearly always a male- the female heroes, according to cinema, comitt suicide and jump off cliffs or mountains or get crunched by huge rigs, remember?) always comes through and it feels like apple pie. Only to discover that my fellow Americans are like- totally into cowardly ganging up on a solitary female. All that shit about some bravehearted, strange man rescuing you is bullshit- ladies. I don’t think they exist. And if they do it’s only temporary loss of insanity. But I think you may know that. So although I have someone in my life who’s been like a hero to me, I’ve largely had to become my own hero- and yes, folks- a hero is much more than just a beautiful sand witch.
I really believed in all that hero crap. That, in general, we Americans idealize and believe in the good-hearted, bold, brave, compassionate-hearted hero. I felt it was because it is a projection of what of what Americans really are at heart.
But then about six years ago things got really bizarre. These are some of the fun things I experienced and am still experiencing. All of these are facts which have been documented.
1. People (on the street, in stores, in public) who I have never met before exhibiting freakish behavior:
a. Glaring hard at me (this seldom happen because I ignore or glare back). Oftentimes, HUGE males (Black or white) and sometimes HUGE females are used for this purpose. Oftentimes the Black men are dressed in tough youth style- if they’re under 30. The white men usually look really either military, undercover, or sometimes oddly, long-haired, slightly unkempt looking youths who look more like they should be surfing in California instead. I don’t know if these are real folk or actors but either way they they ususally look like they wanna chew my head off or rape me. I guess that’s the idea. If they stare hard enough, I often confront them with a nice greeting, or just straight up ask them “what’s up?!” Years ago, before I was aware I was being assailed, I had the experience of a sudden crowd of people as I was standing infront of a shop- then the crowd widened a bit to allow this guy to pass through- he was at least 4 inched taller than me and about 200lbs- he barrels towards me, and before I knew it his shoulder purposely thrusts against my own and nearly sends me backward to the ground. I was bruised and it was very painful. This is another reason why I’ve no choice but to make all of this public. If someone comes at me like that ever again- (and it’s happned since then- only i’m not letting anyone touch me) they’re going to be hospitalized.
Bring on the PROPS! Often these folks are using “props” of some kind. Either they’re dressed a certain way (it doesn’t deviate too much)- and that certain way is so redundant as to bore me to tears with its lack of freshness adn creativity. Or they have to carry bags. Black used to be their very fav- but nowadays- any bag will do, just as long as it’s two. Two seems to be the theme number of whatever little terrorist org is urging these folk around. (See more on this below.) Also, they really have to look awfully burdoned by those two bags. There is no doubt in my mind that these people have taken a little course on terrorizing the typical American woman. Becaude I soon realized that they all roll their eyes exactly the same! No kidding! They also have to carry their load of bags in the same way. The two newest props are shopping carts and babies. Any bouncing baby will do- they don’t have to be cute at all- but of course- all babies are cute and adorable! And babies bring blessings wherever they are- so those are props I hope to see more of. I do have to tell ya’ll though- that my cousin jsut gave birth in June to a beautiful gemini baby- and even before she gave birth- the terrorists who continue to invade every inch of my life have consistantly threatened her and her baby- but indirectly through me. In other words- many times when i speak to her they will disconnect our phone call- or they will have someone call through on my call waiting and ask for someone with her same last name WHILE I AM SPEAKING TO HER! So the infinite number of double baby carriages and babies made their appearance after she gave birth to her baby- this is a threat to her and her child. So now ya’ll know. Shopping carts seem to be another huge prop. I can;t quite get that one. Although they have a huge fantasy of “chopping” me into bits. This I know because of the infinite numbers of demented and twisted emails which mention lots of gruesome things, and also because when I first got my credit card back in 99′ they offered me insurance- which I signed up for. I thought it was cheap and reasonable. being naive- I though it was plain life insurance- but then they explained it was “accident insurance,” and finally they came clean years later and said it was also really- kind of “dismemembership” insurance. !? I asked why would I need “dismembership” insurance. “Oh, in case you accidentally get dismembered.” I kept it until I think late last year, or early this year becaude they had me convinced that it was really useful for traveling, espcially “in a vehicle.” But since I didn’t leave my house for five years because of the constant and bizarre terrorism- I told them I had a better chance of slipping in my tub. “Well, it covers that to!” Okay- so I kept it for another few months. (I’m a hard-nosed Earth sign what can I say?) When I decided to take an 7 week dance course, in the second week, a slim new dancer appeared in class, she was missing her right hand. (To let me know that it was not just hapenstance- when I next ran a local park, they happened to have a slim young woman of the exact build, look and hair color bikeriding past me and my friendin the park- to really drive it home- it just so happens that she was standing at the exact location I normally end my run- she was simply supporting her bike.) I finished the course and began dance classes at another place. I was surprised to find that the energetic, amazing instructor- had a rather long, cumbersome support on her right leg- althoughweek after week, she moves it with ease and grace, with no hint of pain or issue at all. Then why is she wearing the huge black splint on her right leg?
There seems to be a plethora of themes – but really they all seem to degrade into only one all-emcompanssing theme- to consistantly threaten a woman with death, stalking, mutilation, battery and rape.
b.Stalking. Being trailed/ followed happens often, but usually since there are so many “participants” having just one person follow me isn’t really necessary.c. Monitoring and surveiling me. All of my house calls appear to be monitored. It’s extremely weird to call one place and get another. To have your calls disconnected when you are trying to call out. To have professionals and persons you’ve never even spoken to before PICK UP, THEN HANG UP THEIR PHONE BEFORE YOU HAVE UTTERED A WORD! Now THAT’S the pwoer of caller id! Yet, becaude of the constant threats I receive by phone, by email, out in public, through service providers- etc., my house phone is unlisted and is NOT susposed to give out my information. When i call these folk’s back and ask why they hung up on me, they often ahve no real reason. Mostly becuse they seem to know they don’t have to have one. I’m the “targeted” lady- do what cha wanna do- seems to be the idea. I have sepcial effects put over my phone calls. I ‘ve had a “fake” static so bad- that in the beginning I believed that it was real trouble with my phone- over the years I realized it was completely affected. I recently had an “electrocution” sound over a call- before the call connected! I was calling my aunt (who by the way WAS electrocuted- probably the only passenger in the history of the NYC subways- on the uptown F train when she reached for the door) and while my house phone was ringing through to her phone- there were three long electrocution sounds, and then their was a disconnect sound, and after several moments that buzzing sound you here when your phone is left off the hook. As usual- whenI call the telephone company- it’s a non issue. Like I said- this is a differnt kind of terrorism.
Also, whenever I go to run my local park- they usually have a hospital worker in green scrubs meet me along the way to the park.
The surveillance happens whether I’m in my home or out and about. I just began, after 5 years, trying to leave my home and “taking back my life” in mid july. I noticed when a friend and I were running one of the parks, that there was a man sitting a good distance from us- but he kept his eyes on me. I wasn’t tying to notice him- but I often find that they really make themselves obvious as if they really want me to notice them. Often the person monitoring will have a cellphone or some communication device in which they are seemingly relaying information. I’ve actually captured a “guard” (was not dressed as such) with binacurlars surveying my apartment window, while I was eyeing him. (Who’s zooming who?)
d. Phoning home. My home that is! These well-trained (and not so well-trained) terrorists just let their fingers do the walking- and phone me up whenever they are told to. There’s a few down sides to this tactic for them though. 1. Their calls are totally caller id’s and snapped. 2. I never publicly listed my phone number or gave it out- I don’t use my number for business or online. So how, oh how, did all these folks get my phone number? Also- how oh, how do they know when to to call me on cue? For instance, I’m having a private conversation with my father on my home phone about the fact that he may have diabetes. The very next day I get an “accidental” call from some diabetes organization! Another example- I’m speaking to my cousin (the one who just had the baby) and a Latino man calls through on call waiting- andi take the call, I ask his name and his last name is completely non-latino and happens to be the exact family name of my cousin who I’m on the phone with! Other times I’m calling a particular company- while I’m talking with them- someone will call wait from “Kansas.”
e. Nearly without exception, for the past 6 years all items I have purchased by phone or online have been shipped to me in violent looking, battered, creased, wrinkled, blackened, bashed, bulging, wobbly, corner crunched marker or pen marked boxes with extra shipping labels with extra bar codes which usually have a line crossed through them. All of these boxes usually have at least one or two corners cut out of them, and sometimes have white blank white labels inexcpliably suck on the packaging and the box , tape or label will be peeled back (another fav of theirs- envelopes also sometimes arrive with the corners of flaps peeled back at the edges). I have these packages and nearly all of them are UNOPENED and remain in the same menacing, threatening manner they were sent to me. On top of this, the items are often defective or have bizarre tampering like lots of dust (another of their props and themes) on a supposedly brand new item, ink markings, human (lately sometimes synthetic) hair, crunched in inner packaging, although they are in commercial wrapping and more. The invoices are sometimes crumpled, one cell phone merchant sent me a package from Nevada (when I was told the item was shipped from the east coast) with an invoice shaped as an airplane! During that same time- they seemed to know something even I didn’t know at that time- which is that my cousin was going on a trip to Nevada within the next few days!
g. Besides all of this- they continue to use my neighbors, one in particular, who moved in some years back-having her leave her home (sometimes to dump garbage- which seems to be another big theme considering all the dump trucks they surround me with, as well as the software which caused my laptop to “bluescreen” and have a something “Dump” error, and the merchants at three compeletely different establishments days apart who tried to sweep my table and my feet as I’m dining or shopping) or enter her home exactly when I am leaving my home or entering my apartment or building. Also- I get these bizarre “Chinese to take out” menus slid under my door whenever “they” get frustrated with me. One of which actually has something on the menu called “Dragon and phone.” Probably because I’ve phoned various “Human rights” orgs who have told me to file a police report. That they only handle discrimination against large groups of people-and usually non-Americans in and from other countries. Not individual Americans here in the USA. Americans don’t have terrorism problems. And if they do- which one organization admitted to me that they DO get calls from terrified Americans who are distressed from bizarre severe harassment, discrimiantion and terrorism- to the point where they cannot leave their homes. This organization also admitted that they kind of have to tell them the same thing they told me. “Oh, well.”
We may have a constitution, the Bill of Rights and all that, it SOUNDS good- but after all, you find out pretty quickly that it doesn’t mean squat. There are absolutely NO LAWS that are protecting me right now- although EVERYTHING I’ve experienced is criminal and goes against against civil, moral, ethical and human rights. Not only did the various human rights orgs say “tough,” but they also positively wanted me to know that they kind of downright approve of it. So I was actually disconnected- and hung up on- when I called a woman’s “stalking and battery prevention” type organization about the stalking. A major Black human rights org right here in nyc has REFUSED to so much as PRETEND to care- they basically got oddly defensive and loud and told me to “file a police report” and that was that. In fact- I actually got an echo affect on some of my phone calls to them. Usually- after the first time I try to reach an organization for help- the next time I ever call- I’m routed to answering machines or I’m disconnected, or it rings forever and no one picks up. If they call back- many “respectable” organizations have called my machine twice in a row (I’ve got the caller id to prove it)- but leave only one message. (Remember the 2 theme?) When I ask why they might have done that- they don’t have any real reason. Again- that’s not necessary when your terrorizing someone. Reason never enters into it.
F. Going into public spaces, stores and the like. Imagine going into a store you’ve never gone in before and having the cashier or clerk look at you in utter shock and surprise. Imagine this- you walk into ajoint- your partner orders you a non-alcoholic drink- the guy behind the counter looks up, glances at you, and makes with the wide eyes- then he gets all trembly and drops the glass and the drink- he fumbles around on the floor grasping at the glass. Another time you enter a local store- the cashier gapes at you- eyes large, jaw dropped- and you kind of think maybe she’s taken a toke of something really unhealthy and rad! Burning up her brain cells and all.
G. It isn’t pleasent being constantly sandwiched in by access-a-rides, HUGE moving, car towing, construction vehicle rigs, city buses, and two trucks. Once they had a HUGE rig on one side of our vehicle and a HUGE rig on the other-and a TALL vehicle in front so that their was very little light although it was the afternoon- and we were literally boxed in. This is what I go through when I go out by vehicle. There’s also the swarm of large broncos and jeeps usually with tinted black windows, which often have customized plates that just happen to be the name of the female cousin I spoke of earlier, or my name, phone, birth date, address or apartment number, or my parent’s address or apt number. One example is one which said “bed” and that evening I arrived at our garage to find there just happened to be a bed, a pink flower patterned mattress leaned against the wall inside the garage. It was there for a few days.
H. My emails have been flooded with thousands of email threats of all kinds since about 2002 or a bit later- maybe earlier. Before there was spam filters, and before I ever actually rally used my email account or gave it out – I wa already being hit with bizarre emails from hundreds of people who incredibly- seemed to know what was happening in my life at any given time- and also who happened to know the details of my childhood addresses or information oabout my life that the average stranger would not be privy to. So it wasn’t simply “spam.” Also I noticed a pattern in all of the thousands of emails- just as there is an exact same method of operation in the many years worth of good I purchased which came to me violently mutilated. In one email account which I purchased for my father- he never even touched the account or remembered the password- when i recently went to the account to close it out because it was a wate of money- since he never used it and doesn’t want it- I discovered over 250 emails- all of them bizare and threatening, and again- all of them maintaining the exact same pattern as the emails in my old email account, from over 5 years ago. They seem to often point to something personal, or someone that may be going on in my life at the moment- which they should have no way of knowing, or they are just plain menacing and threatening. They all have “stock offerings” as a backdrop. Many allude to “farmacy’s” Pharmacy’s, madness, suicide, war and freedom. Here’s a sample, remember hat this email account was unknown to anyone but myself- and although I got it for my father- he never even used or entered the account- and neither did I. Yet there are over 250 threatening, bizarre emails They don’t expect them to be read- so they seemto try to make the from, subject, and sometimes the to address, (the addresses and names are always fake) significant.:
Please note_ The bizarre spaced formatting you see on these emails, is exactly as they appear in the original email.
email 1.
From “Dobbin Phelps” <sdt@music4moment.com>
Subject collar buoyantly
Date : Sun, Aug 20, 2006 03:44 AM
Gale to assure her that there would be a decorating of the graves,though the comrades were gone. He was to sail for Japan, anda road race round the shore of Hondo.
Paul, with her younghusband, after the War. Do you remember I came through here recently?
When class was over he hung about Blevins desk till the otherstudents had clattered out. It was six-thirty ofthe morning, with a still, hard light upon redbrick walls.
Already,with Roy steering the Mallard, they were headed for Apogee. But he came out of the dormitory upon day. He inquired the amount of toll, and rambled out to the garden. Captain Tiffany was daughter and widow of TerritorialPioneers. I do wish you wouldnt try quite so hard toshow off whenever I call on you during
quizzes. Captain Tiffany was daughter and widow of TerritorialPioneers.
A little after dark he rumbled at Roy: Here. Vast bearded, sunk in an easy chair, heclucked amiably while Gil lighted a fire. Gil Washburn rose, trailed toward Knute,glanced at him, sat down
on Knutes bench. Already,with Roy steering the Mallard, they were headed for Apogee. But James, why should a loyal Northerner like you desire to knowanything about the rebel horde? The earth was shut off from him by a wall ofroar and speed. She patted the glass over her
fathersphotograph. Gale, and he practicedlaw, and he preferred lemonade to mint juleps. Down the road was a one-room shop with the sign Gaius Bearse,Genl Merchandise. But I do think you mightlet me know my son-in-laws name before you go. The arbor was shadowy, and full of the
feeling oflong and tranquil years. What makes you tink I come here to dream? The father of this here Bradley Rivers called himself ZenasRivers. The girl by the gatewas as quietly aloof as the small cold moon of winter. Got no time for a loafing, mooning snob likethat. Not till the day beforethe holiday did she learn the truth. Paul, with her younghusband, after the
War. If youll phone to Detroit, find out all about me.
The crowd yawned and fumbled its wayhome. By daylight the adventure seemed more and moreincredible. Gilread snatches of Stevenson and Anatole France; then at last he readhis own poetry.
Hemeekly followed her back through the hall, to the front steps. They reached the campus at about five in the morning.
Over supper they spoke of great men and heroic ideals. Had a chance to sit in the shade and loaf. At Meriden Gil suggested:Lets walk back to New Haven, then. Though Gil was much toowell dressed, he
seemed moodily discontented.
When class was over he hung about Blevins desk till the otherstudents had clattered out. It was six-thirty ofthe morning, with a still, hard light upon redbrick walls.
Already,with Roy steering the Mallard, they were headed for Apogee. But he came out of the dormitory upon day.
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end of email sample 1.
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Here’s another- now this persons seems VERY WELL AWARE of the storm of HUGE vehicles that surround our vehicle while out and also which parade past my home, sometimes honking out front. Or cars with customized plates parked completely around my block, one such vehicle had a huge banner in it’s windsheild that said “Don’t Sleep!” Another said “call the police!” I have experienced everything from firetrucks, to ambulances, postal trucks, and on a few occassions even police cars just sitting outside my building or across the street from my building doing nothing but standing with no sound but emergency lights whirling. I’ve called the city of ny at these times because it was all I could do to take action to try and protect myself. You’ll also notice the mention of hair. A hugely important theme for them. As I have mentioned I often find human hair or feathers (on rare occasions synthetic hair) placed inside the shipping package of items I’ve purchased. This email also touches lightly on the construction theme. A huge all-time fav! They can’t stop hammering and consructicting around me! On my birthday they had a huge backhoe outside my window and they were digging up the street to run pipes. They hadn’t been their the day before, and they wouldn’t be ther the day after. Another bizarre phenomena was that construction would begin when I was left “home alone” and end just before my husband arrived back home. Yet when I went downstairs (they didn’texpect it because I didn’t normally leave) and inquired about what they were doing and why- they couldn’t give me a straight answer. They finally said it was for my electric utility company,when I called them- it took them a while to answer, then the rep took over ten minutes and couldn’t confirm that they had any construction and didn’t recognize the alleged work permit number which was scrawled in handwriting on a very unofficial looking peice of white paper. Also their was no permit issued from the dept of buildings either. I wasn’t surprised when they left within a few hours. Also the “give me a month on this” is directly alluding to how overworked my signifcant other has been- how would a total stranger know anything about this? You’ll notice how it is alluded to- again – twice.
Email sample 2.
From: “Claudius Lawson” < jkjr@premiumgames.net >
To: >
Subject: exuberant sound
Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 04:25:18 +0300
It is only known tothose who have left a hair brush in the car and tried to find it. In other words, modern industrialism was in its infancy. When I leave my hotel room I
always take away the key. If she broke out a button in washing, shehumbly sewed it on again.
After this he drank half the water and started. She really represented in value an income offifty dollars a year. It is amazing the way you getto the center of things.
That is amethod of doing things that has worn pretty thin. There was a five per cent drop inPortland cement, and a ten per cent fall in pig iron. What happensto the car
itself afterwards they dont care. It is then labelleddamaged and sent home in a special conveyance with an attendantin the morning.
ButI disclaim all connection with that kind of thing.
There is, let it be noticed, all the difference in the worldbetween this process and petty larceny. If there is anyway of distinguishing one waiter from another I dont know it.
Give me a monthon this, if you possibly can. In the old days a shirt lasted till a man outgrew it. With asheet of news like that the trip on the street car to ones workpasses
like a moment. The stories thatsell best are stories in which there is murder right straight offon the first page. The motor cars will stand packed in rows and itwont be
possible to move them an inch.
If she broke out a button in washing, shehumbly sewed it on again.
Then they go to the coloring room where they are dipped in asolution of yellow stain.
Give me a monthon this, if you possibly can.
It is theabsolute innocence of the thing that does it.
It must have created quite astir when Cain killed Abel.
So many ofthem put up a little notice beside the door that reads, Have YouForgotten Anything? Some say itis because of the decline of Presbyterianism, and some say it
is aneffect of motor cars.
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Email 3. the terrorist who sent it seems to have entitled it “Phulease”- This particular email is replete with all sorts of bizarre threats. Also note this phrase: “spook enjoying needs gag Greenspan.”
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Email 5- no body text-
Tue, 15 Aug 2006 22:07:04 -0800
From: “Matthew Green” >
To:
Subject: laughingstock
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Here’s a 6th email. This will be all for now- you get the picture. Remember that this is an email account that was never used or publicized. I’ve saved the best for last- please note the names used and the “To:” names. It is obvious that this entire campaign of terrorism is about destroying my life and my partner’s. It’s about tryiing to project their hatred, enslavement and misery onto their “victim”- but I refuse to have those feelings because I don’t feel hatred or ugliness or bitterness- what I am feeling is sadness for those who participate – I am feeling disillusioned in people, organizations and betrayed by the “ideals” I was taught my country believes in and lives by.
Meanwhile- check out email number 6.
by maildeliver06.lax.untd.com with SMTP id AABCP3HR2AYSCHUA
(sender < >);
kazz30855@att.net
Fri, 11 Aug 2006 08:10:49 -0700 (PDT)
Received: from LOCALHOST (c-375be155.117-1-64736c10.cust.bredbandsbolaget.se
(58) [85.225.91.55])
(sender < kazz30855@att.net >);
Fri, 11 Aug 2006 08:10:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: “Jenna” < kazz30855@att.net >
To: < hawkijr@netzero.net >,
< cmw11@netzero.net >,
< madd.al@netzero.net >,
< capell@netzero.net >,
< >,
< ja8429@.net >,
< cosmic_corpus@net >,
< sallielor@.net >,
< modemmaster@.net >,
< evwilson60@.net >,
< in2trance81@.net >,
< >,
< jonhivey@.net >
Subject:cohomology Karina “””
Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 08:10:32 -0800
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/html;
charset=”-us-ascii”
Message-Id: < AABCP3HRYANJ84TA@mx23.lax.untd.com >
X-UNTD-UBE: 5
X-UNTD-UBE-INFO:08f1894d3859ec5dc54d78711cc571e89cc83c3ca5c9d9bdb839
X-ContentStamp: 3:4:1695371804
X-MAIL-INFO:0871c8ac0100e521e5087d4c29450ca81d1d3cc8dd01e12c
X-UNTD-Peer-Info: 85.225.91.55|c-375be155.117-1-64736c10.cust.bredbandsbolaget.se|LOCALHOS
T|kazz30855@att.net
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Well, I’ll continue with my experiences- Stay tuned! In the meantime- I will try to journal my daily experiences here as I bravely move beyond this terrorism and harassment and pursue the study of something I truly love and hope to someday help and share with others.
MISSUNIMPOSSIBLE, TM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED without prejudice
invoked
on the morning of Aug 24, 2016 1148am.
The Miss Unimpossible Files 
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