Friday, December 9, 2011

I'm Someone's "Player"...

being trained.  Woody Hayes was tough on "his players," right?  The older woman who I happened to meet at that Italian restaurant on Polk and who I see sitting in the library reading psychology reference books and who called me a "Lothario" and made some kind of comment about people from Marin with BMWs actually had the nerve to make a reference to Woody Hayes to me.  I couldn't believe my ears.

Yep--it's a game and I'm someone's player possibly available for trade, right?  No, no, it's a psychological experiment or study.  No, no...wait... I'm the experiment as Barbara Ann Wolf recently insinuated.

Well...it's pretty clear it's both. 

No one knows all the rules but the umpires, right, Charlie?   Oh, what else, what else?...  There have been so many suggestions I've lost track.  Also, I have been hoping to goad someone into following through on the death threats, but no one seems to have the pluck.

So...moving over for me at the cross-walk, does nothing for me.  All you folks who turn a corner right in front of me lookin' all confident and swaggerin'?  You aren't doing a fucking thing for me, either.

And part of the game is "Where'sssss Johnny???" like that fella from Pennsylvania who replied to my post insinuated,  right?

And, of course, someone on YouTube insinuated that I'm a "patsy," as I've referred to before.  Seems pretty accurate.

This is a good point to clear up a miscommunication I made.  I think I may have mentioned previously that I'm a "CIA Sleeper."  After further research though, it appears that that term applies to someone who goes under deep cover willingly, not really acting or anything, but actually living a certain life and reporting, etc.  You know what I mean.  To be sure, that is not me.

I'm an unwilling participant which brings me to a key, out-of-context, cryptic hint my brother, Joseph C. Zoccali of Clearwater, Florida, dropped once, again with that psychotic half-whisper:  "You're a slaaaave--and you always will be."  If it weren't for that one, things might be quite different right now, so if you're looking for someone to blame for the fact that I'm still walkin' around and breathin' easy, have broken the mind control completely, and just generated some concrete proof, he's your guy.  And about his comment?  Um...



There have also been many hints that I should leave the country.  I attempted to put myself  in a position to do that, but the course I enrolled in was stacked with radical feminists clearly there to harass me, including ol' Trigger star, MiyAko Abe and You're-an-experiment Barbara Anne Wolf.  I don't  know what else to do.  One way or another, it's going to end--completely.  On that note, I'll mention yet again, that death would be a welcome relief right now, so let's just lay our cards on the table, shall we?  I am officially calling the bluff regarding the death threats as I thought I had several times already.  I mean--I live in a van in the middle of a dimly lit block in a park.  What--you can't afford a fucking silencer?  At the coffee shops I've been banished to spend my life in, I make it a point to sit in the window whenever possible.  I'm always visible and never have any direct witnesses.

Either shit or get off the fuckin' pot.




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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