Who Don' It? Clue for New FBI and DEA AGENTS . . . WHOLE FUCKING LANDSCAPE OF HIGGINS NORTH IS CHANGED! 3 Agents Sitting Near Me This Morning!
You know how Donald J. Trump, just recently was questioned on his use of alter egos, John Miller and John Barron? all one in the same guy. Trump trying to be the publicist for himself, and now everyone is having a hay day, with this concept, spoofing, and making funny comments, in light of this split personality, with psychologists, diagnosing the Don, as being a pathological liar, narcissist, sociopath, or psychopath . . . well, my sisters and friends, have created similar, pathological excuses and ideologies, to be me, for whatever fucked up reason, a pack of materialistic wolves, can come up with, with all of them, involved in this, but all of them have the names, lives, families, that they grew up with, and the faces, careers, homes, backgrounds and stories, they have always had; however, to bury me, and weave me into their lives, taking fact and fiction, their lives and my life, weaving and spinning, lying and covering, condoling, and in a joint group effort, to retain, who I am, what I have done, keeping my legend alive, so to say, while telling everyone I am dead, so they can, almost hold me like a prisoner, with a passion to write, this blog, but, to the point, that, I saw a sing, yesterday, that said, stop writing = death! I am allegedly, or the supposed, slave, Cinderella, the work horse, and the other girlz, the little women, are elevated above me by the men, their cop shops, and wherever, doing all they can to make, her or them, as successful as I am, or so I thy can pass as me, so they can keep or kidnap my kids, say they are theirs, and cheat me out of every aspect of my life.
TEST FOR NEW FBI AGENTS . . . FIND MY CELL PHONE BATTERY!
When in doubt, as to someone's identity, DNA is always nice and easy, but in this case, there are other ways to prove who I am, if you don't know already. The agent, this morning, watched me for a few minutes, longer than his two buddies, because, I am sure, even the way I write my blog, is unique, I listen to music, rock out, and sometimes sing! But this agent, looked and I knew, he, knew exactly who I am, and then he went outside to call someone! You see I have no idea, what the pack of wolves, you admire for being me, for doing all the things I have done and working in jobs that should have been mine, with the alter ego, really pretending to be me, so Shelley et. al, can steal my good name, resume, kids, Elliot, to cover old money, but this is up the lines of what they are doing. You have the tools to get to the bottom of this, with the man power, I am just throwing it out, from what I have seen over the years! So here we go . . . try to find the phone first, so you don't have the cops, doctor you medical records, facebook, twittter, accounts, etc. But, here is a kicker, and something that ought to help in this investigation . . .
SPIN CYCLE THIS . . . START LOOKING FOR PROOF, I AM, THE ONE AND ONLY, BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK!
Some nutcase, in Japan, got his head stuck in the washer, cleaning his close and had to have cops come, actually cut, the machine off his head, smaller machines! But, when I heard the FBI was coming to town, realizing this can be fucking hell for me, with cops, already crawling up my ass, don't need more, and with the CIA, chick taking my battery, with me not realizing that, after I wrote that I hoped my assailants would take what they wanted, but leave the kids, alone. But, by way of protection, privacy, and a potential lawsuit, the firm, not law, but, payees and representatives, sometimes a bank, will change over night. I am falling asleep, so, better wrap this up . . . I hid my, cell phone battery, on the north wall, behind the wood book case, with the ATM, next to it, only I was on the opposite or west side of the case, and I tried to put it on the ledge, or the electrical cord, so I could access it, in a month or so, but, I thought it might be discovered there, so, I tried to push it back, but it fell off, behind the bookcase! I am not sure if it, is even reachable, because, there looks to be several layers of wood, that might hide, a drop straight to the basement, or at least, go down to make finding, it almost impossible! But, unless, the other spies, who are pretending to be me with clone phones, computers, etc., overheard, me, tell someone, two Pov. chicks, a mother and daughter, I think, but they didn't seem to be listening, but, there are ears all over that place.
But, I am sure there is some type of serial number, that is on the plastic and the battery . . . got to go, cop, just went by, and one just walked down the street, but, you will find my kids names and numbers, texts, and a few other friends and acquaintances, including the number for the Pov., if I remember, at least, Rick, and a British name, Alister, who I was going to rent from, but, didn't, for some reason. Anyway, I have the plastic, and you get the serial number, and either leave a message at the Pov. or here at the Break, and we can match the two parts, but, I am sure, the CIA is reading this, as I write, so you better get her fast, or just believe me; however, it may be harder to get, than I think . . . my sign for CIA, just went by, a truck with "George" on it, or a van, son-in-law, brought me a cup from Langley, once when I was staying with Nicole and George, after Nicole had an operation . . . official CIA cup, but, when the Washington County cops, stole my whole fucking house and all inside, they took that off my desk too, but, one of the girls, Shelley, probably has all my furniture . . . no fun, unless causing misery, to me . . . plus, I am a better decorator . . . teal, half couch, two yellow and black, winged back chairs and ottomans . . . steer horns and Old Ranch light leather, with a stitched steer head in the back of the rest area . . . cowboy chair, end table, cowboy art, custom made green, orange and purple, bed and book case, with orange silk chairs . . . trophies, and some of their proof, that they were the ones with the house, cool taste and money, plus account at the Boulavard, St. George . . . weaved, extra furniture, that was added to my account, about the time, I was ready to close and pay off, all part of the game. My family pics, and she probably has my two Utah bar licenses, Utah Bar Association, and Utah Supreme Court Certificate, plus the 10th Circuit, actually, she got an extra, U.S. Supreme Court Certificate, when they tried to fuck me out of MINE, they just got a copy! Making her look the attorney, with the proof, the mother, ME!
It is All in the ATTITUDE . . . Shelley, is a church mouse, or used to be, amazing what my law degree, resume will do for her, great stuff, she would NEVER have had the discipline to achieve! But, start, going the other way, look at her as the liar, rather than me . . . I am the REAL, and YOU FUCKING KNOW, DNA WILL PROVE IT IN TWO SECONDS!
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