Freddy Krueger Looking CRAKKKA Calls Me A Nigger

Like this fool here:

Exposing Undercover LAPD Skid Row Cop R LI AKA Melvin Tisdale AKA R LI As A Sexual Predator

Why people gotta fuck with me?

Also, one thing I wanna say is, I gotta stop drinking alcohol. I don’t drink it for normal reasons. I drink it to feed a spirit, a spirit that is inside of me. See, back in my old apartment, I made a deal while under satanism to help increase my eleocution which I lost after that chemistry teacher told me to drop the English accent in high school (I don’t know WHY there is so much emotional trauma caught up with that???) and I lost my creativity. It had the effect of increasing my level of consciousness, strenghtening my spiritual power but at the same time I feel tortured by these urges. It’s like I’ll be thinking to myself that I’ll only do one or two and end up doing more! It’s like I don’t want to feed it but to maintain my spiritual powers I have to feed it (anyone who has NEVER dealt with this, please don’t fucking comment)! If I don’t, it almost feels like something twisting my head, strangling me – literally – if I don’t! Then if that ain’t bad enough there are the food addictions which will come up if I don’t feed that! I recall one time “it” wanted cocoa cola and I barely had any money in my checking account! I knew it wasn’t me who wanted it because it felt like it was something else being sated by it when I finally got it.

It’s torture and I recall one day feeling this “consciousness” wash over me and I no longer had the urges but my consciousness was that of a norp – caught up in the matrix, wanting to compete and have money! I no longer had any intuition what so ever (my consciousness was as dead as a door knob). That said, it ultimately came back cause I invited it. I even tried negotiating with it to no avail! It seemed like it was willing to work with me but then it went “rawhide” and did what it wanted! I ended up drinking more than what I wanted.

I HATE the shit that I do cause – I always feel like I let myself down cause I let something control me by giving into that urge!

It always happens too when something propitious is waiting for me right around the corner as if it times itself to destroy my blessings!

It’s frustrating and it is not a normal affinity for alcohol. You know how people drink to either celebrate or escape sorrow? That’s not the case with me. I DRINK TO FEED A SPIRIT and it is torturous!

No AA will help! Talking won’t help. None of the conventional means will help. I gotta combat this!

The reason why I discuss this is cause I came across this asshole here:

– When I rejected his ass, he was talking mad shit and calling me gay and saying that “He hates ‘us’ lesbians bitches.” Bitch, go take your teeny whyte weenie and stick it into a child since that’s the only place where his small white pink clit for a dick lil ass can fit into I told him.

Here the vids:

Here he is driving mad slow past me like he was going to do something.

He put hands and I’m gonna fuck his ass up with 25lbs dumbbell AND my fucking knife…

I ain’t playing around. It’s a good thing I got his license plate in case shit pop off:

It’s CA license plate number: 25176H2

Met him while drinking…

This mofo reminds me of this dude here:

Weird Phone Calls From A Reptilian Possessed Negro

Who phone harassed me after I gave him my number while drunk (bad mistake)!

This guy kept obnoxiously coming up to me, bothering me and I had to put his ass IN HIS PLACE! Fucking Freddy Krueger looking energy vampire.

That said, this has got to end! Imma fight this!

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