Wooha Stardust.
But I must add something more and I think with this I'll conclude my posting for some time.
Maybe a bit out of topic, out of mind. Who don't like weird stories please don't read further.
I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes as soon as I hope to emerge clear in my writing, since my mood now is not, not good.
I want to talk about PRIVACY VIOLATIONS.
Darkrezin, I wonder how come something similar don't happen to you too. I guess you express your ideas just on the net with your pseudonym, or England is more liberal than here.
I'm sure I was identified.
There's a lot of little things making me thinking so, but none of them is demonstrable with certainty neither with proofs, and I'm not sure myself my mind is right or it's paranoia.
From this my mood.
Before tell you about something happened in these days I wanna state in advance I've not committed any crime and I'm not officially inquired for anything.
These are some of the facts. I'm conscious it can as well appear trivial after all this preamble, but...
One of these days I've sent some money to a friend in a foreign state. I used a letter envelope by ordinary mail to avoid fees.
The day this friend comunicated me by the web that he received the letter with the money, I went out at night by car without fixed destination as sometimes I use to do, and I had to see a car of the Revenue Guard Corps parked with lighted headlamps in a side road, along a road I use to go. The agents was in the car. I passed two time again with a gap of less of 10 minutes and the agents still was in the car. The third time I passed the car was gone.
Big brother is watching you.
Ordinary madness.
On Friday I wrote here, referred to some of the G8 leaders:
Leave the limousine and go wait for the train in the underground stations! And other stuff.
On Saturday night I went out again.
I'm single.
In my mind I thought to meet the girl staying at the corner sometimes I use to see.
She's clandestine immigrant and here police close an eye and let them in the streets, but I guess anyway conduct the things asking them about the clients, giving them behaviour directives to follow with some people
.
Well, on saturday night a very big car never seen before was parked beside that girl with a man inside talking her. She made me a maybe bit embarrassed mention of greeting. I passed away.
I passed again and again and the car and the man were always there, till I was tired and went home.
Before home, I stopped for get cigarettes. While I got off the car, another car arrived. From this car got off two men, one which has a showy putting in plaster keeping one arm almost to the shoulder height.
Less ordinary madness?
Are not the only things making me talk about privacy violation. There's too much similar things; if I would be able to remeber them all I think my life could begin to appear to me too much similar to a kind of nightmare
.
I think probably speak about this on the net could turn out as a mistake. But I want not bend myself. Free speech is a right i can't renounce.
Crazy horse.
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