My Ex-List & Their Families:
THE SERRANOS, THE MROZINSKIS, THE CAREYS, THE POOLES, THE SCHULERS & JOHNSONS

I can get a new boo in a minute - anywhere, anytime…

 

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Well, I’ve always loved love. When I was little, I’d watch the movie Grease every day. I’d sit super close to the TV, and I know all of the words off by heart. Alan would watch Homeward Bound every day. I think that’s a trauma response. We were most likely MK Ultraed as kids. I was in an elite pedophile ring as a child. Portland to Delaware. Alan arrived in Delaware, because I don’t really remember Portland since I was under 2 years old. I have memories and visions like out of body. Like I see myself as a baby and the inside of the car driving at night. We lived close enough to Mt. Hood, because Linda and Guy told me they would ski there. Nike HQ is based there as well. Pizzagate is there. Why do cement basements, darkness, neon lights, weird noises, industrial old deteoriating leaking buildings with cold metal handrails feel familiar? We did photoshoots as children with Amy Thieron in the backwoods of Delaware in her glass mansion. I would play and carpool with her son, I think. Was that Curtis McGurtis?

 

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Anyways, this is the rundown of my life as follows:

 

1990 - born and adopted from Seoul, South Korea to Portland, OR

 

Then we moved to Delaware when I was 2. Alan arrived when I was 4 or 5. Then we moved to Atlanta, GA when halfway through my kindergarten year. I went to pre-k in Wilmington where I played the Glockenspiel at Kindermusik. My first kindergarten in Delaware was called Holy Angels. It was a catholic school from kindergarten to high school. I remember Linda dropping me off and being upset that I wasn’t crying about her leaving. I was excited to go to school and meet new friends. Typical Linda… Anyways, I remember having to walk through the white tile floors with the flourescent lighting bars above me and dark lockers flanking each side of the hallway with the wooden doors (I think?). There were trailers outside in the back with the wire fences. I always thought that was kinda weird. I didn’t like that. There were 3 Laurens in my grade there. I remember carpet floors. My neighbors, Anna Brennan and Nora Brennan, had a very weird dad who would run around the neighborhood in little shorts and sweat. He was old and gray and had big glasses and would wring his sweat tank top out on the driveway. She would give me the rest of her lunch when she’d get home from public school after she got off the school bus. I had carpool. One girl would abuse me and hit me with the metal seatbelt really hard. Linda had to nix that and then I started carpooling with a boy. 

 

Anna and I would play Power Rangers in her unfinished basement with the workout equipment that was like Colleen O’Neill’s. We would drink freezer pop juice on her playground and call it wish juice. She had a room full of Alexandra dolls. I remember being in the doll room and the gold door knob clicking shut. I looked up at the ceiling of dolls as the shelves lined the ceiling. Then I black out. That’s a similar flashback reverie to when the legitimately mentally retarded, pedophile - Rusty would try to play with us and get us to cross the street into his front yard so he could tickle us. He was an adult living with his mother. Linda was wise enough to call us back over. One time, Guy and Linda went on date night. Janet Olenchuck was babysitting. She is also Korean adopted as is her younger sister, Karen. When they were gone, Rusty ran up our big double stairs back porch with my little Playskool house and started pounding on the door and yelling - GIVE ME THE KIDS!!! GIVE ME THOSE KIDS!!!! He kept doing that. He looked mad and was grimacing at us through the blinds Janet pulled back slightly. She yelled at him - GO HOME RUSTY!!! She shuffled us out of the family room as she continued to yell at him until he left and went back home. There are a lot of repressed and suppressed memories in that house. 

 

I did a deep hypnosis regression therapy session with a woman who had recently completed her training. She was very good. She was a friend of a friend. I went to her house. She lives in Florida. I think her name is Niva. I can’t remember. I was grateful. We went really deep, because I’ve done copious amounts of inner healing, coaching, and certifications. She could sense that I was different. It was mutual. I trusted her enough to go all the way back to when I was 2 or 4. I was sitting on the carpet with the remote control in my hand. Linda and Guy are yelling by the bathroom. I hear Linda yell - GUY!!!!! I see an image of him grabbing her wrist in the bathroom. 

 

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So anyways, I’ve always gotten along easier with males than females. Girls always attack, lie, scheme, abuse, bully, steal, copy, and make fun of me. That’s happened since I was born. The only time I remember Linda laughing and smiling with me before Alan arrived was when we were playing Operation - the game. I couldn’t get the kidney out with the tweezers and the alarm sounded. I screamed and started crying, because I didn’t like that. Linda burst into laughter and smiled so big that I was confused. She returned the game the next day.

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My first boyfriend was Taylor Place. That only lasted for a day because of Linda and Erin Hill and my other girl friends. They didn’t think he was cool enough or good for me. He was my carpool. My old carpool was all boys. Trey Holland, J.M. Tramontin, and James Zaher. Jesse Place was the other girl. Linda didn’t like that I was the youngest girl with all boys. Fair enough.

 

That ended and was unofficial and doesn’t count in my book. He got married and moved to Delaware with his wife. It’s a small state. Jesse Place has always followed me and dmed me when I started my coaching journey and told me she started Ketamine therapy. Her mother Amy Place invited me and my ex to her home in Orlando during Ian the CAT 5 hurricane. Linda told me about the invite a month later. We were bunkering down anyways. Not going nowhere.

 

They lived in Belgium for a year and came back. Monica Averhoff moved to Jakarta, Indonesia in 8th grade. She died in a horse accident on a beach, allegedly. We had an archdiocese mass for her passing. I remember her father’s face, as he and his wife left our 8th grade class and shut the door. Down, sidecast. She wrote a poetry book called Angel before her passing. Is she dead? How would we know. 

 

We were supposed to move to Singapore in 5th grade - when I went blind and needed contacts and got braces. My TA asked if I was ok? I said it was my allergies. I couldn’t remember. My eyes hurt and my nose was running. My eyes were so red, puffy, and swollen - they looked like they were bleeding. I was Benadryl. I have allergies. Spring pollen. Snellville pine trees, Japanese beetles, pinestraw, pollen dust you can finger off a glass surface. Thick dust. Then 911 happened. We didn’t move, because it wasn’t safe for expats. Do I thank the Bushes or? 

 

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My “real” first boyfriend was Jak Kroll. He was a third. His name was an acronym. His parents were from Texas. He was thin as a rod. His older sister Abby had a Korean best friend at the public school. They played volleyball. Their parents divorced early - 2nd grade I think? Apparently his Dad tied him to a chair and put hot sauce on his tongue as discipline. 

 

I don’t remember how that came to be. Our first kiss was after my surprise going away party at Andrea Sherlag’s basement via Laura Tanghal and Guy plotting and planning behind my back. Liars. Another set-up. Lindsey Znosko had an 8th grade graduation party at her nice home with the wrap-around porch by the golf course - Summit Chase. He took me to the woods by the hand. We stared at the full moon. And then..

 

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When I moved to Switzerland for high school, the summer post 8th grade, I was completely out of any element. Like a clean, foreign slate. There was no instagram, tik Tok, or snapchat. I’m pretty sure I brought Facebook to Europe. Jessalyn had invited me onto Facebook when I was like 12-13ish. It was for cool kids and college kids. I don’t remember if they had, but I showed them Facebook, myspace, and xanga. In Europe, they use MSN Messenger - not AIM or AOL.

 

That’s when the tech surveillance and hidden cameras kicked in. The webcam, post-it notes on my mirror, cell phone records, etc. They have always invaded my privacy, my body, my life, my relationships, and my data. My first boyfriend there was Ross Hutchinson. He’s Scottish Scottish from Ayr and is hard to understand - easier than his grandparents that I met - on par with his nuclear family. They like spaghetti bolognese. He stole Carson and Kate behind my back on a sports trip after leaving a weird and creepy voicemail in a gutteral and wrathful voice - I hope that I hurt you one day as bad as you hurt me. I let Tiff Zaystev listen to it. We were both freaked out. She was scared. She was like - are you going to tell your Mom? That’s scary. I’m like no. That would just complicate things, and she would twist the truth, lie, and use it against me to create a mess to pleasure herself as she does. 

 

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I don’t really count Miguel de Campos di Silva as a boyfriend either. That was another one-day thing or a week. Foggy on the details. I can’t remember. I don’t know. I still don’t have clear answers. I think it was my ancestors. He’s Portuguese and speaks the language. I went to his house in Zug, but I never met his parents. Right? I remember going to Zug. Didn’t we? Anyways, we were definitely on a field trip. Buses. Was it the London one or the Spain one? That was like freshman year, right? 

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My boyfriend senior year was Tim. I don’t even remember Junior year. Did he and his twin and sister and little brother move there Junior or Senior year? Were the twins at the villa? Anyways, he was very cool and very hot. Very silent. Didn’t like anyone. Just like me. We were the envied couple. Everyone wanted to know “how I got him”. I don’t know. I was just myself. I had one friend after I didn’t want to be popular anymore and all that drama. I had Roxie and school and sports. A bestfriend. A Tim. That was enough. We went to prom. His family was from Munich. He had a motorbike crotch rocket, and that was my first time. Linda and Guy were weird as per usual and that was that. I did love him. I didn’t cheat on him the summer I went to Columbia. He must have moved when I was a Junior then. We both played the same sports and were in digital design class together. I was the only girl out of 22 boys in that class. I’ve always loved technology and have had computers, music devices, phones, etc. as a child. V-Tech Gen.

 

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And so the list the goes on. It could go on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Men like me. I like men. Women are jealous and lesbian for me. They want to be me, but that will never happen. They can’t. Even a cheap facsimile pales in comparison - as if it were ever but a made-up competition in their minds…

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This is something that I’ve always wondered - did they see me at the sports competition and then convince their dad to move? Is that what everyone does at the international sports tournaments? The International Schools play sports against each other, meaning, our rivals were Munich and ICS. We would go to Germany, Greece, The Hague, London, Austria, to the Swiss Schools, etc. to compete in weekend tournaments and annual championships called ISSTs. Even Tel Aviv participated in those. The students families house the student athletes in twos or threes based on their accomodations unless you’re at a boarding school. So that’s how that works. You bring a houser gift and give it to them when you leave. Common courtesy. Foreign relations at a granular and recreational level for trust and education. 

 

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At this point, I don’t even want to mention the exes and their families that have deliberately set me up, abused, attacked, entrapped, endangered, colluded, conspired, plotted, schemed, hacked, jacked, scammed, conned, lied, frauded, targeted and terrorized, and stolen from me to hurt and humiliate me, ruin my business, friendships, career, and family life for their personal enjoyment and satisfaction. They wonder why no one likes them, why no one tells them the truth, why no one wants to give them the time of day, why no one loves them or wants to be near, with, or by them. Is that really a question. Is that a huge mystery. Really… 

 

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They’re not funny. It wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t all fun and games. It was an evil, pre-meditated, orchestrated, and conspiracized plot against me that included all levels of criminal charges. They all claw and reach and crave clout, attention, and money for themselves. They use me and try to entrap me illegally like the CIA. Are they the CIA? I want answers. I have every right to sue them and pursue them all to the fullest extent of the law if I so choose. 

 

There has been sexual abuse, vandalization, personal attacks on my home, personal threats of violence with machinery, gang stalking and harassment, and violence on violence on violence. I don’t know how many people have been killed in their little fun joke of scheme, but that’s not my idea of a good time; and I know sure as hell that I had nothing to do with any of that. 

 

That whole EVENT, I’ll call it - was Absolutely Asinine. 

 

That was abuse, terrorism, stalking, attacking, harassment, sexual abuse, and trauma to me and Cali. They ruined my home, and I let it be known and seen. You are all the criminals. You are all wrong. You are liars, frauds, scammers, schemers, prostitutes, liars, human traffickers, sinners, murderers, rapists, sex traffickers, porn people, gangsters, thugs, and moronic idiots.

 

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There were drones, helicopters, aliens, war, werewolves, big foot, monsters, beasts, trees, acid in the water, unknown technology, invisible people, theft, breaking and entering, surveillance, and a full out invasion of my privacy, work, and life on all levels. I hope that happens to you. I wish you worse than that. Rose isn’t here this year. My bottom neighbor. They do kidney harvesting and organ harvesting and sex trafficking and prostitution. She is the blood red van with a cage in it. They do financial hacking and paid the cleaning ladies to do identity fraud, scamming, and conning on me. I have no idea how many people have stolen my identity, made fake and fraudulent accounts. They’ve stolen my phones, laptops, and iPads. Sometimes, they get returned and sometime they don’t. I don’t know where my old Samsung is. Someone stole that hacked my Highvibesonly account. They tried to shut down my bank account and hack everything. Rose drove me to the bank to get that figured out. 

 

Francisco thinks that’s funny, because that’s what he did to his son at Wells Fargo. Christian used his dad’s British accountant in 2008 when his music company was seized and his assets and money were stolen and frozen. I don’t think that’s funny. I’m glad your dad died in death row. That’s where you and your entire bloodline belong along with Maureen, Brad, and all their kids and shitholes. They live in River Club with the home invasion. Christian’s sister Olivia is an absolute mess and a huge spoiled bitch of loser cunt in my honest opinion. She can such her daddy’s dick till kindgdom come, because they’re the only ones who like themselves. 

 

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Anyways…

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The Serranos 

 

Ecuador, Sweden, Sarasota

 

I met Christian Serrano on Bumble after Kyle Carey who I also met on Bumble. Apparently, I wasn’t even talking to him. He had other friends who were talking to girls for him to find him one. Our first date was at Marina Jacks on his boat. I would never recommend that to anyone, but I am me so I went. He was standing under a gaslight like the black ones we have here. The British looking ones. He was in a onesie with boots. I immediately got a bad vibe but couldn’t turn around and just leave. On I went. 

 

We go over to bum island by his dingy to go to his boat. He had come here from Miami to see his mom. His mother who raped him, starved him, sterilized him, sued him for the mansion in the Hamptons, and paid for his $300 uber from Miami was who got him there. We began to chat. I immediately said we could just be friends and he lurched - no no, he wanted romance. I peed in a bucket, and he fell in love at first encounter. He was working at The Green Zebra vegan cafe. I think he came back with me and we went to get Mexican on Valentine’s Day I think and that’s when we were official. Immediate love. Who knows. 

 

He’s such a stoner.

 

There were so many weird things that happened while we were together, I can’t even remember them all. I do know this though - he was set up for failure, tortured, raped, abused, lied on, betrayed, and who knows what else. Do I think he’s an angel? No, but that’s his angle. I got him to get a therapist, because I can only do so much. He was getting better. His parents noticed. I met his mother - Maureen Serrano (she never changed her last name post-divorce) who lives in River Club with her boyfriend Brad (who looks like Ghislaine Maxwell’s dad). She does real estate. He does investing. Little Brad Jr. is his son from who knows. He has a vinyl record business and has storage units. Sounds like human and sex trafficking to me. Anyways, his dad Francisco got him into porn, he said. Christian said he was walking around downtown with his dad, and there was a porn industry film festival on the streets. He signed up. 

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As a child of divorce who was starved, because his mom would spend child support on herself exclusively and do cocaine with her son while she most likely molested and raped him - Christian was oft left to his own devices. He said he’s a twin. He said Mitch died in a drive-by shooting and that there were no pictures of him. Is that true? Did or does he have epilepsy. They were drug dealers and cartel drug dealers on large scales. Cocaine, weed, etc. He said his parents had the murder and news stories wiped from Google and what not via bribery. 

 

I wasn’t allowed to bring that up at family dinners or vacation home outings. Am I being set up, I wonder? …

 

Anyways, beach yoga with Brad’s black girls, pools, Anna Maria Island, rental homes, his aunt from the Hamptons who cooked the shrimp fajitas. They’re Wiccans and red witches of blood, incest, and who else knows. He was branded and sterilized as a child, because he slept with all of his mother friends after his father was cuckholded by an “uncle”. Apparently, they didn’t have an uncle so-and-so. Which one is crazier? 

 

I’m feeling like - I don’t want to be a part of this family - but it keeps going deeper. 

 

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So then, Aunt Sally, Brad’s sister moves here from St. Louis or somewhere tragic. Christian goes there and to his mother’s and I drop him off to do housework and chores to earn some money, to get him out of the house, and to mend fences. Or so I thought…

 

Silly, innocent, naiive me, I suppose. 

 

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Or am I just a good person? 

 

Am I the only normal one. 

 

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Step sister Sam is an attention whore and who knows what kind of weird sex stuff she’s into. She liked me, apparently. I wasn’t suprised. Most people do. At one dinner, outside on the lanai, we were eating and Brad asks me if I’m “into furries”, because Christian was a porn star who broke the internet - allegedly. He’s very into that industry. Every man in Florida is into that industry and has approached me and tried to get me to “model”, “be a star”, “get famous”, be “in front of the camera”, etc. and so on. I’ve had many offers and swiftly rejected all of them. I’ve had many people try to entrap and frame me to extort, rape, blackmail, and kill me, because they are mentally ill, unhinged, depraved, problematic, violent, jealous, unwell, and need to be arrested, detained, and murdered on sight. 

 

So anyways, he tells me that he was raped by a cop in high school who was an imposter and that the whole building was in on it. His mom and sister had locked him out of the house at night, so he went to sleep in a tube at a park. The fake cop dressed up in a costume uniform got him by being cool and friendly and offering to take him home with him, since he was locked out. That means the cop knew where he lived. Was his mom in on it? Like the fake undercover cops who looked like Serbs or Albanes followed, pulled us over, searched the vehicle, and questioned us for hours outside of Elysian Fields. I’m sure Gillian had a hand in it. She’s so jealous and crazy. She’s very problematic, jealous, promiscuous, fake, and needy. An unfit mother, friend, and human being all around. She has instagram followers though. She called me fat, even though I’m not. I’m just not anorexic and don’t look like a man. I have a woman’s body and am naturally beautiful and healthy. An exotic rare beauty who knows her worth now.

 

I digress. He was given a Gatorade and woke up bleeding from the anus on the floor. He said he ran out and yelled for help, but that everyone was like in on it. So there was no real help. He said he went to court to sue the cop or whatever but nothing happened or came of it. My guess is that his mom slept with the judge and cop and paid them under the table. Or it was Brad or an uncle or some family member with a vengeance towards him. Not sure though.

 

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He also told me that he had attended 18 different high schools due to violence, not liking it, getting raped at 12 in the bathroom by an older girl, behavioural issues, knife fights, drugs, etc. and so on. He even got expelled from the Military School or got out of it, I think. He said he went to a boarding school in the Hamptons that was 80k a quarter and was an Island Boy and spoke of Montauk to me. His grandpa Nelson Serrano was extradited from Ecuador around the same time Julian Assange was arrested there. Was that a switcheroo? 

 

Then the 2008 recession. Where did those trillions go, though? 

 

Lawyer fees. Hidden winnings? Who knows. 

 

Black books.

 

Secret Records.

 

Pentagon.

 

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Sam gave him a laptop and told him to hang onto it and hide it or keep it safe or something. I threw it away after we broke up with the other stuff like the speakers from his DJ set that we slept through at Loxahatchee, because a rando gave us acid, and the computer that Aunt Sally gave him. He also found a laptop in his boat, because someone had been there. Probably a homeless person and a thief. He said there was like a bunch of trash and random stuff like tampons or pads there? Right? Long time ago. 

 

So anyways, he’s a tech genius who invented bluetooth technology at his time at a Florida college - I think FSU but I’m not sure. USF? Anyways, he won the competition and was able to graduate early. The technology enabled anyone to get everyone’s data in any given location like a mall, a sports auditorium, etc. Allegedly, governments were bidding on it, but it was kept as property of the University since it was a school competition. He graduated in a year with stomach cancer. He overcame that by smoking a shit ton of weed and dabs. 

 

He said his favorite professor invented the .png. 

 

That’s cool, as a graphic designer. I prefer a ping to a jpeg tbh.

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He said his sister raped him or made a false claim that he raped her, so he got a restraining order on him. When they were in Ecuador as kids, he had a bad horse accident and basically broke his leg. Black beauty. His dad also told his sister Olivia to not give the monkeys crackers on monkey island. She did. He tried to save her and was attacked. She ran away. Nice sister.

He also said he that he paid for his friends college tuition, because he used to be rich. He was used for money. His music business was audited by the IRS and his Wells Fargo money was taken. He was discovered by a Japanese music label and he toured as a dubstep DJ. He said that his set was almost bombed in Paris, but a black SUV pulled up and got him out and away before it exploded. Government family and intel connections. 

 

When we were at a birthday dinner for his dad at Patrick’s downtown, there was a lot of talk about insider information, politics, Marshall law, and other stuff. Who knows. I met his dad’s government whore girlfriend who is apparently “top bitch” here. I’m sure she’s blown the lush mayor who gets wasted at 2pm regularly at Patrick’s and the other bars on Main St. She wasn’t my favorite, but I’m always polite to everyone. Socialite. 

 

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Enough about him. We got engaged on the sidewalk right by the Weston cul-de-sac of wannabes. He did that on purpose, I’m sure. Trying to frame me or something. His dad is a billionaire entrepreneur, allegedly, with a Korean Sex Line of Easy Access Apparel. He said Francisco gave it to him. He asked if I wanted to model. I looked at him like he was crazy and immediately declined and recoiled at the thought of that. 

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He also wanted our Save The Date Engagement photos to be done by a gay bdsm photographer who does beach shoots. I was like - you have to be joking… He wasn’t. Again, I immediately shot that idea down in disgust. None of this was going how I thought it would, and I was needing to find an exit route. I was already in pretty deep. He had met the family, gone to Christmas, and etc. and so on. 

 

We went to Loxahatchee, because he wanted to. I didn’t really want to go. He had to sell me on it and make me. Get everything and like idk, I guess I’ll drive.. We’re bringing Cali. Cali and I didn’t like it. She wouldn’t go into the cabin he won. I didn’t want to leave the tent. This was his vacation for himself, because his trailers and other machinery were there. He said his “friends” destroyed it. The secretary was a Thai mail order husband who was a masseusse for an old white men. The police don’t go out there, because they don’t like it. I don’t blame them. It’s all dirt trenches and trash. Nobody wants to see those kinds in the buff to be honest…

 

Weird. Freaky. Murder. 

 

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So I am genuinely spiritual and psychically gifted since childhood. I had crystals as a child. I would play outside and make soup with leaves, water, and dirt while singing to the wind. I would make sand donut balls and all that jazz. I had power bead bracelets, a Peruvian pan flute, and an Andes knit hat. I chose all of that. I was a unique and exceptional child. I was in Enrichment for a reason afterall. That was the special program for the special kids who scored high on the Iowa tests and only got all A’s. We did the morning announcements on the TV as well and learned special skills and did crafts and advanced math with Mrs. Horsley. 

 

I ask him - did any little girls die here? I could hear loud bad screams of girls. He said yes and that the nudist resort was built trash and layered pavement. I got a yellow Dragon while I was listening to my own Solar Plexus Guided meditation. I needed to calm myself, because the energy was horrible and was pouring rain. No one went to Youth Arts Weekend. It was nothing like what he said it’d be, and I was basically the only female. I saw like one or two other

women. I met the girl of the woman who fucks the owner for money. Her dad got her out. They’re all huge stoners and druggies and child porn on their marketing materials. 

 

We left early, because I pitched a fit and Cali hated it. She is also psychic. 

 

To each their own. Different strokes for different folks. 

 

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Not for me.

 

Ever. 

 

Hard no.

 

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He was also a Lakota Chief named Chief High Bear. He outsmoked the chiefs in the medicine teepees and had a girlfriend named Lauren from rehab who invited him there. Her parents gave him land there, he said. He was of Ecuardorian government family blood. Swedish Hamptons blood also sounds suspect. His lesbian grandmothers who beat his childhood chihuahua, Scooby, left that to him in the will.

 

That was my first fiancee. 

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The Mrozinksis 

 

Buffalo, NY

 

Matthew Solomon Mrozinski. Ed Mrozinski. Michelle Mrozinksi. Emily Mrozinski. They are Polish and Mohawk. His mom is some type of doctor who has to be the breadwinner, because his dad used to work at a restaurant. I’m assuming mob/mafia money or something like that. Maybe sports betting and porn? You know what they do on the reservations… They’re absolutely unregulated shitholes where they kill, torture, rape, and drug. 

 

Matthew and I met in college. He liked me, and we had mutual friends. He’d always show up wherever I was. I’d be with Angelica and Rob or my roommate Jade or a friend from class or something. They immediately made us the fab four. Robert Mancuso and I lived nextdoor to each other on the soccer players floor and athlete floor. My first college stalker, Juan, showed up in my bed, because he snuck through the shared bathroom. Black Ashley and Hispanic Nathalia let him through to white Jade in ROTC airforce and my Korean Swiss quarters. I had just got back from the gym. He was short, unattractive, Mexican, and weird from San Francisco. Totally not my type or what I’d want at all. He turned gay after I yelled at him and threw him out. I publicly embarassed my first rapist. He had gotten my entire schedule from who knows where and had been stalking me for a good while. 

 

Matt and I dated later after the Ed McChesney drugging and raping in the Evanston attic for sale. That was very weird. I was 19 and isolated. He gave me metholone and methodone and 2CE or something. I don’t know. He was mixing powders. The guns were in the office. It was like an out of body experience. I could just see him on top of me while I’m the ceiling looking down. That was one of my first conscious “astral travel” experiences. I didn’t do well mentally after that. So more free drugs for me. That was Rob’s childhood friend. I’m sure people will say that it wasn’t rape and that it was my fault. I’m not black or Mexican or ghetto, so…

 

I did have ghetto gangster predators also stalk and try to rape me or whatever. Joe Davilla and black David. There are always weird older thugs that hang around the city and try to get into the dorms to con and finagle their way into young, impressionable girl’s lives and legs. We never had sex or anything. He said I’d be so fine when I was 27. He probably still stalks me to this day. Anyways, Plain White Tom, at the raves would also stalk me and lie and try to rape me and give me acid fruit salad. We all thought he was weird. He killed himself, apparently. Shoutout DJ Space Cadet at Kinetic Playground. Angel. Foofoo. Mark Farina. Green Velvet. 

 

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So Matt and I were on and off for about 8-10 years and lived together multiple times. It wasn’t really love, but he’d feed me and buy me stuff. I’d keep him company and let him be around me, so he wasn’t a total social pariah. He’s always been questionable, suicidal, and weird. It’s not really comforting or comfortable. It just happens, because he stalks me. He wants to be me and is gay. He has his own demons to confront and deal with. He’s been arrested, had a DUI, has raped a girl, gotten expelled, given his sister acid in 8th grade, been sent to the psych ward, prescribed medication, mandated to go to AA and NA, etc. and so on. He kind of couldn’t be worse to be honest. What better am I used to in a way? You know… Look at the Wests, Gliebes, and Zengels - the bad ones. They’re like that too. 

 

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Ancestral Chain Breaker

Generational Curse Breaker 

 

The Chosen Messianic Child 

 

The Foreign Alien 

 

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The Healer & Shaman 

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That’s me.

 

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Imposter Syndrome: 

 

Someone is pretending to be and using my name and made some fake website.

 

I didn’t make that. That’s not me. That bank is from Buffalo like my neighbor Daniel Tringali. 

 

Daniel T said that he went to Buffalo for over a year to visit his family and make a grand plan of who the fuck knows what. Caitlyn Howell - get em. 

 

He is a weird, obsessed, rapist, murderer, been in Florida too long, white trash neighbor - like major Buffalo vibes. Where is Colin Boardway? I found a new friend for you.

 

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I visited Matt in Buffalo, and we went to the Slightly Stoopid concert festival. Again, I am the only gal with like 7 dudes. I get super tanked. He doesn’t care. He always runs away from me or abandons me at music festivals. So, I wake up under a tree. Colin woke me up. Then we go back into his grandpa’s suburu and I puke out the window. 

 

I think we had sex. I remember his retarded bird beaky. I’m on the floor. There’s a glass door. I feel like I’m being raped, and I zone out. You know when you’re having sex, but you just want it to be over and you’re mentally somewhere else and you just do what he wants to do because he wants to do it? 

 

Like that vibe. 

 

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His dad found my underwear on the ground the next day.

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They knew that we had a condo here. These predators are all the same. They’re just weird stalkers and psychos who are sociopathic narcissists. The principle is this - it doesn’t matter if you can find me - what the fuck is your motherfucking issue and problem. Kill yourself, bitch. 

 

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So Ed and Michelle move to Venice to be close to me, since they’re stalkers, poor, ghetto, and trashy. They’re also mentally ill like Matt and Emily who looks like a ranch lesbian with some random boyfriend. She likes horses and lift weights. They’re an incestual mess, but they like it.

 

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He just copies me, follows me, and won’t leave me alone. He does it for clout, attention, and whatever else. I made money than him at a cooler job and had cooler friends in cooler apartments and had a real lives without him. I’m sure that kills him inside, but I don’t care. That’s not my problem. That’s his problem. I’d love if he’d just move on. I don’t want him, and I think it’s weird that his family followed me down here. He also doesn’t have a skillset or style like me. He’s just one of those psycho crazy exes that lies and needs to die. 

 

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The Careys

 

NYC, Sarasota, Englewood

 

 

They are all fucking insane criminals who are out of their mind and deserve to die. Leo is his kid that wants me to be his mom. Kyle’s current girlfriend is a wannabe me. She looks like me in 2020. Silver fox ash hair asian. She has baby face though and looks like a stupid hibachi thotted out cunt of a FOB. So there’s that. His sister Katrina is a fat whore retard bitch who can’t do shit and is a fuckwad of a mother. Kevin is a tragic piece of shit who is the worst father and needs to be arrested and killed. Alana is an annoying piece of shit entitled chipmunk from Ocala and bad mom. They’re like all like white trash drug porn who can’t do anything other than steal, intrude, fuck shit up, lie, collude, be assholes, and be fat, ugly, and worthless.

 

We went on a roadtrip. He met the family and Matt.

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Nikolas Schuler & David Johnson

 

St. Petersburg, FL & Humboldt, CA 

 

If you’re from Florida or California or know anything about anything of those areas, you know that’s the bachelor fuckwad trash of assholes, liars, tinder swindler, drug cartel, mafia, weed, cocaine, prostitution, human trafficking, alocholic, farmer, gay ass, dead beat divorcee, trash land, put make up on a pig and call it a princess lands. 

 

He’s a treat of a shithole dumpster fire. I’m sure he’s a descendent of worthless fuckwads who make incest babies and jizz everytime they misfire an ak-47 in a godforsaken hellhole in the backwoods for funsy onesies. Or as we say in Georgia - for the helluvit. 

 

He has major mental issues and think he’s rico suave of the world. God’s gift to earth - omg he’s so dreamy - I’m so stupid - blah blah blah. One of those. 

 

He’s super sketchy and let Pablo the mini frenchie die and get ran over by his negligent asshole “friends”. He also got a huge shiner, and I’m assuming joined some cult since he’s a violent inbred homeschooled son of bitch loser. 

 

He bought his mother an android. Samsung. They love chaebols. 

 

Um. So we didn’t really date.

 

He was really obsessed with me, so that freaked me out. I returned the energy. That’s when alot of people were doing fucked up magic on me and alot of people got into accidents, got hurt, nearly died, or did die. Or they’re lying. So yah. 

 

That didn’t really work out. I met him at his family’s molasses wood cabin on the river in buttfuck nowhere seminole on a dirt road and found the shithole shanty on my own since he wasn’t answering since he just fucked his little Mexican most likely. Cute black backpack. Get away from me… Anyways, he was unprepared and that was unimpressive. Mixed emotions. He asked him to be his girlfiend on snapchat like a 12 year old. Then he misunderstood my ig post and posted an eagle nest photo where one flew away, so I guess we broke up. I have no idea. I just let it go - like whatever.

 

I do not know if I was engaged at the time. 

 

I met him through his bestie, David Johnson. 

 

So - 

 

Nik copies everything I do and tries to troll me with random ugly cheap bitches who look like golddiggers, opportunists, twits, and wannabe try hards. His bitches wannabe me and so does he. How fucked up are they?

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That don’t impress me much. David’s dog Rhea looks like Cali’s twin. Nik got a grey mini frenchie to replace Pablo - my sweet sweet baby boy. Pablo loved me. I shouldn’t have given him my info. Too late now.

 

Anyways, David did he do an animal sacrifice, because he likes necrophilia and black magic? How many PPP and Rico scam frauds did he do like Kyle’s insane and criminal ex Puerto Rican Spanish speaking Mexican bitch Sammy? Kyle cheated on me in Palm Springs with her by the way. I have no idea what crimes against humanity they’ve done on me - but that’s all her.

 

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I don’t have the steam to talk about DJ or the Pooles. Just know this - Alexandria, LA and Minnesota. Cops. Military. Country.

 

Xoxo,

 

L