I Continue To Plan The Death Of Every One Of You Shits

What my upstairs neighbors have tossed out their windows in the last six months.

Why don't you come & arrest me, candy-ass pigs? Too busy brutalizing people even weaker than I am? Chickenshit assholes, all of you, who deserve to die. I'm sorry your population explosion made things this way, but we must start somewhere, & where better than that organized collection of armed thug cowards, the fucking police? Absolute shits, & how dare they? And fuck the Calif. legislature that passes laws that allow the brutal oppression of free speech & the innocent in general. Psychiatric prison for non-conformists, Soviet-style. Proud of yourselves?

These have been hanging on the bob-wire fence that keeps us in for well over six months.

On a slightly positive note, looks as if the uptairs neighbors, who are absolute shit, although not the people who called the fucking pigs the first time, in late Feb. (I know who did it now, you fucking rat!) so I don't have a specific reason for killing them (Although I certainly thought I did.) are being evicted, judging from some serious filed-in-court "Vacate the Premises" (as opposed to "Pay Rent or Quit") papers that were taped to the front door. So long, pieces of trash. The first of many who've irritated & agitated me to get theirs, good & hard like they want it. Justice will be rendered, & you'll all be in hell!! (Is a desire for righteous justice enough to have me put away permanently in your brave new fascist world?)

P.S.: Bit of a statement about the slumlord too, innit? No wonder there are rats in the bldg., the trash is never picked up. Slumlord, rat, who can tell the difference?