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  • God:

    Does Peter really believe that he can get away from paying his TAX on the $365,000.00 profit he made during the year 2005-06 just because he helped you to get her?
    Don`t you think he is a bit kidding himself? You do not play with the LAW. She told him so many times. You know the saying of her country town? ... e sbirri, non pighiari amicizia ca sgarri. Namely, don`t be too friendly with authorities, for, even if you do them a favour today, if they have to come and get you, they will anyway.
    You know Lucifer, it is a relationship similar to mine and man in general. I am the FATHER, and man is the son. You can be friendly with ME, but don`t dream of being Me.

  • Lucifer:

    Who cares. Anyway, wasn`t that good, I mean what we planned? I have helpers everywhere. All handymen do what I say when she calls them, so do the plumbers, and builders. I haven`t allowed anyone to really fix her windows or doors... I wanted them open so that I could do what I wanted, ... and then call her a PUBLIC WHORE.

  • God:

    Yes it was good. We understood that you are clever a long time ago. You have been the MOST PERFECT LIAR, DEFAMATOR, ASSASSIN AND THIEF. You have got it all, Lucifer. You can be proud of yourself.

  • Lucifer:

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  • God:

    But the lowest thing that you have ever done, is that you stationed yourself next door to her apartment and organised to walk in and out of her apartment DAY AND NIGHT. If that is non promoting PIMPINDOM AND WHOREDOM I do not know what else you could call it? And that her married brothers and probably her cousins are advocating that, ... this is really the LOWEST ... THE LOWEST THAT YOU COULD GET.

  • Lucifer:

    GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR We are doing this to prove to the world that she is a whore.

  • God:

    Of course to do that you had to have her to at least play a little bit of your game. But it didn`t work, did it? Unfortunately to you, the minute, she understood you were stationed next door she started to yell at you. A STALKER STATIONED NEXT TO THE VICTIM`S APARTMENT, THAT WOULD REALLY MAKE THE POLICE OF NSW LOOK GOOD? EHI?

  • Lucifer:

    GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I told you I only wanted to monitor her movements.

  • God:

    Yes, yes... we know what you wanted to do, what you wanted to create: A let it happen... kind of way. A fact accompli But I made her overhear the chi tace acconsente
    Do me a favour, Greek. She never did shut up... Was she going to shut up now?
    The very reason she went away from her brother`s house was to avoid you... Because you were entering her bedroom day and night by ordering her brothers and neighbours to open the doors for you.
    She thought that in her own apartment she could close doors and windows without being told that she had to leave them open.
    Remember Lucifer, her brother, on EASTER DAY, broke the padlock that she placed on the gate between her neighbour and her brother`s house.
    You ordered HIM to break it: because it was through her neighbour`s door that you would bring yourself and your sicari with a syringe of VIAGRA to be injected to her while she was asleep... ALONG with a SONNIFEROUS MEDICINE to keep her calm and to ACCEPT HER VIAGRA CONSEGUENCEs in peace, not to disturb the neighbours who in the morning had to have their beauty sleep, because at night they were working overtime with you entering in her house through windows and doing whatever...

    She went to leave in her own unit so that she didn`t have to blame her brothers of her killing. YOU ARE THE KILLER... AND THE AUTHORITIES THAT ARE ALLOWING YOU TO DO IT.
    And when you heard her on the telephone that she was organising her movement, you also organised yours.
    NAMELY TO BUY OR RENT THE UNIT NEXT DOOR. SO THAT YOU CAN WALK IN AND OUT AT YOUR LEISURE AND SUPERVISE HER VIAGRA CONSEQUENCES, I made her remember what you were asking in her hypnotised state...

  • Lucifer:

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  • God:

    She remembered you questioning her in her sleep: "... and why don`t you want to marry me? " and her answer, again in her being in trance "Because I don`t love you". See Lucifer, not even HYPNOTISM worked.

    And when you realised that she did practically close all windows and doors in a way that you can`t walk in and out during the night anymore, you sent the police back to her, and the social workers.

    Every one works for you don`t they? I made her see Lucifer, how you were touching her while she was asleep and I made her hear you telling her "I am cutting your finger nails and giving you injections on your fingers so that you do not move... when I touch you." I made her see, even if for only an instant, you touching her. She, one morning saw a love bite on her chest. You may call her crazy for believing in her dreams, but the LOVE BITE OVER HER CHEST was not a dream. It took two weeks to clear. You were in her room and you SEXUALLY ABUSED HER WHILE SHE WAS ASLEEP AFTER YOU ASKED THE GENTLE NURSE TO SEDATE HER SO THAT SHE WOULDN`T MOVE.

  • Lucifer:

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  • God:

    ... Last night Lucifer, I made her hear what you said to her doctor, "Tell her to go to a PSYCHIATRIST". And of course you are creating a nice little story... by saying the dolce inquilino del piano di sotto heard noises of love making...

  • Lucifer:

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  • Me:

    PORCO DEFAMATORE I WILL NEVER GO TO A PSYCHIATRIST, for you are the sick person not me.

    People of the world... you have the whole "Wrestling the Devil" to see what this POISONOUS PENIS PULLER IS DOING but let me recount to you the latest.

    A REPORT OF THE LATEST NEWS.

  • 1. I call my agent to say I need the unit empty by the end of the lease which meant in two months or so, because I am in great danger in my brother`s house as the Greek and my gentle neighbours are walking in and out my house, my bedroom, undress me and do whatever.... See the photographs for proof.
  • 2. My agent calls me back after one week to tell me that Alana, my tenant, had found a unit and was going to leave in a week. I found it strange... but I had to move... so I didn`t question it.
  • 3. Alana moves but the keys are given to me, after I called my agen and her to ask for them, only after 2 weeks of me being inhabiting the unit. So therefore I could easily say
  • a. that the gentle nurse Alana was preparing a nice hospital/brothel place where nurses and psychiatrists and hypnotists and lovers would come in and out and doing whatever they wished day and night. Look at the photographs for proof.
    Two specic photographs were not published because one was
    A LOVE BITE ON MY CHEST and I didn`t feel comfortable to show my chest to the world, and the other a wonderful TENNIS BALL size on my arm which turned eventually into a BLACK /VIOLET MARK ON MY ARM again the size of a tennis ball, but strangely enough, the tennis ball disappeared after one day... I mean I could have said that I had cancer.
    The latter not being published because the Greek made sure that no computer of mine would word for two or three week; the time for it to clear. I didn`t publish the photograph because the Greek during the day entered my apartment and broke my computer monitor and by the time I fixed my computer`s, about two weeks, the black /violet mark is nearly vanished, although a bit still there.
  • b. that the gentle nurse/tenant would hold on to the keys and give them to the Greek so that he can come in an out and monitor my VIAGRA consequences. (was I ready for him or was I not?) See he had to plan this way, because he didn`t want to commit an ILLEGAL offence. If he had asked MOSMAN LOCK SMITH THAN Mosman Lock Smith would have committed an offence to give him extra keys. So with Alana`s help, the Greek, entered my unit at night, stole a set of keys from my key holder, then returned to Alana her keys and finally Alana returns my keys. Now I HAVE only two sets of keys, the third set is in the hand of the Greek... and Mosman Lock smith can say, we didn`t give him any key... it is against the law. So every thing in full legality. Of course there is the side fact of the padlocks which accompany my normal high security keys, but HE OPENS EVERYTHING.
  • 4. In the meantime the INJECTIONS THAT I was being given in my brother`s house were continuing.... photographs are provided. And my food keeps on bein POISONED... COFFEE, SUGAR, TOMATO PASTE. YOU NAME IT. DO I LEAVE ANY FOOD IN THE UNIT... WILL I EAT IT... A BIG STOMAC PAIN ... DIARREA... AND VOILA`... I AM NOT DEAT YET... BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME EHI GREEK. DID THE POLICE QUESTIONED THE LOCKSMITHS? No. Did the police try to analyse my food... No. Did the police search for my linen and clothes and underwear in the Greek apartment or house, or farm house, or sea house... No.
  • 5. So my, going by elimination, of shutting doors and windows which now works, at least I think, doesn`t suit the Greek, so he decided to involve the police and social workers as he started back in 1997. A flock of police came to see me the other night with social workers and all saying that I called them. I never did. I reported my blacked with VIAGRA elbow and my broken knee, but after that I called no one, yet the police man said I called him, he forgot to say that he called me instead because the Greek Stalker told him so. Because he saw the impossibility of TREATING ME in my sleep.

    DREAM OR NOT A DREAM ... last night he was ordering my doctor that I should visit a PSYCHIATRIST... AND PERHAPS CONSIDER A HEAD TRANSPLANT... ONE THAT SAYS YES TO HIM.

    GREEK, the other day you follow me and when I put myself on the side to let you pass, you drove on and gave me the FINGER. Stop showing you GENTLEMANLY ACTS TO SOCIETY and show what you really are. Go and give the finger to your mother, your wife, your bisnonna and possibly every woman/puttana che ti ascolta. Stop sending to stupid clients who would like the most perfect bookkeeping in two hours per month, stop coming and cooking in my grill and eating your lunch over my table which you leave dirty with oil and the form of your fingers and which the police doesn`t even want to bother to examine... For if they cared, there should be tons of your finger prints in my apartment everywhere including my body. Stop coming in the night time in my apartment while I am asleep and SEXUALLY ABUSE ME, stop.

    If my two married brothers sold me for the love of my money, know that I am not their property... they didn`t even have a property to sell even less my body to sell to you. If you helped my brother to get a loan on the proviso of me being your property, forget it... my brother could possibly sell SOMETHING HE DOESN`T HAVE. I am not yours...

    DREAMS OR NOT DREAMS:

    last night I dreamt that you told my doctor to send me to a Psychiatrist ... go yourself... because at this point I truly believe that you are crazy. I am minding my own business, and that doesn`t make me crazy. But I do yell if the Police thinks fit that you, a Stalker, enter my house and steal or break my furniture (the feet of my glory box are all broken: FOR YOUR SEARCHING, the wheel of my office cabinet is undone: for your searching, the drawer of my office desk is broken), my fan which I paid $400 and more doesn`t have any hot air anylonger, and the other day it was placed not in place I placed it: this is how I know that you come during the day. The grill was full of oil, I do not even know how to switch the grill, so I never cooked on it. As for my table being all oily and with finger prints... I only put paper on that table.

    I am only asking to be left in peace... STOP FUCKING, GO AWAY FROM NEXT DOOR ... A STALKER SHOULDN`T BE ALLOWED TO BE NEXT DOOR TO THE VICTIM... THIS IS MY UNIT... IF YOU PURCHASED THE NEXT DOOR UNIT... YOU DID IT BECAUSE I WAS HERE, you did to stalk me. YOU DID IT TO SEDUCE ME.

    STOP DEALING WITH MY DOCTOR...

    I DREAMT THAT YOU ARE CONTINUING THE DEFAMATION... WITH SAYING THAT IN MY UNIT THERE ARE LOVERS WHO F... ALL NIGHT LONG.... AND THE INQUILINO DOWNSTAIRS IS GOING TO VOUCH THE NOISE.... GREEL. The only thing he can hear is in the morning or in the night my chained the doors and toilet window and my pushing the tall boy next to the door and my bed next to it so that I can feel secure you will not be able to come and SEXUALLY ABUSE ME AFTER YOU INJECT ME WITH VIAGRA AND SONNIFERO. THAT IS WHAT HE CAN VOUCH. FETENTE DEFAMATORE.... YOUR ARE A LURID FETENTE DEFAMATORE INCLUDING WITH THE LIQUIDATOR, THE WAPLETARIAN PETERINO AND THE ENGLISH HEAD CAROLINA rightianA.

    STOP BUGGING ME....

    STOP SAYING THAT MY BROTHERS WANT ME MARRIED TO YOU. It is a poor excuse for anybody can tell you that my brothers should not interfere in my life. They have no right whatsoever to tell me what or not what to do.

    But at this stage I want to tell you that I HAVE WASHED MY HANDS ... THEY ARE NO LONGER MY BROTHERS. If you helped my brother to get a loan on the proviso of selling me to you... REMEMBER I AM NOT HIS PROPERTY, I NEVER HAVE BEEN, I NEVER WILL BE. I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THAT HE EXISTS ANY LONGER.

    I WANT TO BE LEFT IN PEACE.... GO HOME AND F...K AS MUCH AS YOU WANT... BUT STOP BUGGING ME AND THROWING DIRT Over ME.

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