I HAVEN'T RECEIVED ANY MAIL
Terrorist scripts, or playscripts, are playing here, taking us all over.
Friends of Sam and mine mailed an invitation to me, to join them, on Thanksgiving, to celebrate the holiday. They dropped it in a mailbox, here in Portland, last Wednesday evening. It was picked up, on Thursday afternoon. It's been a week. It hasn't been delivered. It included a check, for me, personal.
A friend of my family and mine, who's an attorney, shipped some legal documents to me, by FedEx Overnight, last Monday. It hasn't been delivered. FedEx employees, in Omaha, NE, delayed it, due to terrorist scripts, or playscripts.
I haven't received my voter registration card, nor my Medicare card. Both, have been mailed.
I'm under attack. The terrorists, in U.S. Army, U.S. Navy, U.S. Marine Corps uniforms, plus militias armed with aircraft and Air Force Reserves systems, transport robots onto my body, almost constant. They urinate in my underwear, while overlapping me. They gag and choke me. They are heavy and it difficult to walk and move. Their blending systems are still active, changing my appearance.
Sam Hithye is still with me, out-of-cloak. He's held back, on a plane behind me. He's not visible to me. He tried to move forward, yesterday, to reach me, but his system failed, again.
We'd really like to find each other, and go home, together, to the house that he bought for us.
Please, keep fighting and writing in.
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