Post Scriptum: How about when this eligible bachelor (“old money” trust fund baby who lectured me about how hard it is to be drowning in American currency with my all-seeing-thirdeye on it and thus the need to camouflage him dripping of rich while driving me around is a bullet proof Mercedes Benz, former politician, son of “very important humans”) advertised he can get me a green card (yes, marriage was brought up by him, not me) to get me the fuck out of harm’s way by leaving Canada (Canada does not have my all-seeing-thirdeye on its money and it is most certainly not the land of the free and the brave, just home to a bunch of lying, cheating and hostile delta goon “police officers” with tiny dicks and ZERO BALLS!) but when he got to Canada to continue our courtship, he suffered an inexplicable case of the rocking back and forth drooling retard who refused to be interested in anything “romantic” and instead binge watched “Arrested Development” (I was not into sticking a purple dildo up his ass hole but agreed to out of boredom; however, it was apparent I judged it as nasty so he couldn’t pin his retarded idea onto me and “purple” quickly got tossed in the trash… maybe that’s why he sucked his thumb rocking back and forth again… he was one of the most obnoxious and vortex killing moronic hostile human handlers I have ever encountered, short of the one who is currently screaming Jesus is the Christ at me) and insisted, in his newly activated again (rocking back and forth on the kitchen floor of a Sedona mansion transferred to catatonia in my Canadian townhouse living room) braindeadness, to drive my car (repeated requests were denied, people with inexplicable brain damage are a hazard on the road) and for me to allow hackers in India, on his speed-dial, to take over my computer (oops, he didn’t know, he wasn’t “tech savvy” enough… never did pay me back in any money, least of all in American currency with my all-seeing-thirdeye on it, for the cost of repairs I incurred as a result of his intentional stupidity… he did advertise he pulled one of his many guns on a human in Sedona to protect his own extremely expensive apple computer when he successfully retrieved it after it was stolen)… I wasn’t supposed to notice… I did notice and promptly kicked him out of my home (just leave, I don’t enjoy being treated like a punching bag to your nonsense), forcing him to return to the United States of America utilizing the American dollar bill with my all-seeing-thirdeye on it to take a cab across the border.
P.S. II: How about when he agreed to behave and we met in the desert again only to have him announce he just returned from India where he studied under the tutelage of genuine “gurus” (fuck you, Durga, Kali, Maya, Lakshmi Stupid Worthless Alien we the retarded human race 100% reject you as an authority in anything… now watch some blond bimbos eat each other’s cunts and erase yourself from existence or we will kill you!). He voiced intention to impart onto me what they had taught him! This being horrific sex… I mean so bad it was agonizingly horrific to the point of no words — rence opadają, ja pierdole, I am being punked, where is the camera, oh wait, I am a micromanaged glass world alien so yes I am being punked, on camera… do you count my ass hair humans? I bet you do… How about measure the amount of gas my body excretes when I fart?… Or measure the volume of my vagina farts?… Oh, the dignity…! WHAT DIGNITY? I am an alien human hybrid which means I have one leg, one hand AND HALF A BRAIN, as per Jelena Pajovič Durič, this is what humans believe, so stupid it is incapable of wiping it’s own ass because it is 50% alien and 50% human tada, hybrid🤗 YOU HUMANITY ARE THE ONES WITH LITERAL SHIT FOR BRAINS!!!!!… Anyway… I did not enjoy his/their version of tantra (let’s be as far away from enemy alien target as possible and let’s stare her down like she’s a monkey in a zoo… how is it for you, alien? “Good”😉?)… When I yawned and refused to participate in what I can only describe as vengeance of homosexuals trying to get me to give up on having sex with dick, especially satisfying sex with adequate length and girth penis (yes, I really liked his dick… it wasn’t a microscopic nubby!), he announced he was going to drive us to the house of a transsexual human for the purpose of having mindblowing anal sex with “it” and allowing me the privilege of watching and LEARNING! When I refused, he took me to a hilltop restaurant over looking Phoenix (for “Phoenix lights” because him talking about seeing gigantic UFOs over Texas wasn’t enough in taunting the enemy alien target who lives a micromanaged bullshit glass world lie life being surrounded by hostile human handlers with all ten on their raping digits inserted into her nightmarish existence like into a pie) where he proceeded to lecture me on my perceived lack of manners as a result of my insisting on maintaining healthy boundaries and killing the nonsense of enduring him wasting my time and thus kicking him out of my home after his binge watching of Arrested Development destroyed any possibility of a mature romantic connection on Canadian soil!
Post Scriptum III: “Christians” (and or homosexuals and or both because they are the same side of the war against aliens… let’s throw in the ever assisting Shiva-Sambodians into the mix)… I mean the Antichristians, et al (let’s get real, Jesus is the ANTICHRIST) are so rabies infested that this piece of shit, taking NO MEANS NO as “of course I eat Eve’s shit off a dick”, years later also ruined part of my vacation (this time I made sure I had my own place and my own car in the country which has my all-seeing-thirdeye on its currency but acts like the whole thing doesn’t belong to me whilst screaming IN GOD WE TRUST!) when he took me to an Italian restaurant on the outskirts of Sedona (too embarrassed to be seen in Sedona proper in my company) where he announced, as loud as he could, that my vagina is broken and that his “spirit guides”, the angels of God, sent him an all-seeing vision telling him I must go to the washroom of the scuzzy Italian shithole, touch my vagina and send it healing because it is unacceptably “sick”!
I believe I was the photographer who snapped this amazing photograph of my fake “daddy” circa 13-May-1989, 33rd photograph of a roll of 36, was it… One hour photo lab was located on Via del Mascherino in Rome…
The story they fed me was that fake “daddy” Handler, who drove me to Rome for photo-op occasion, got gifted a free car, as a “Pastor” of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (again, its real name is the Church of Jesus Antichrist and Latter Day Rapists) Ladispoli, Italy chapter…
Yes, a Polish “nobody” adult human male who knew zero Italian before he got there and who was passing through Italy for a few short years as a refugee bound for Canada, landed a leadership role in an all Italian congregation of Mormons and a free car to better to preach the word of his Lord and Savior Jesus with in fluent Italian.😉
Moving on, Alien Anna was not supposed to notice this rather glaring glitch in the matrix…
I asked fake “daddy” Handler, the Mormon Church leader, to take me to Pompeii… I also asked to see other historical sites and places like Sicily… Since fake “daddy” Handler was playing a freeloader with way too much time of his hands, but for Sundays when he turned into an ass clown Messiah, I did not think my requests were unreasonable…
Alas, the furthest we got to anything “historical”, aside from Rome, was Villa D’Este in Tivoli, where on the way back he took a dramatically abrupt and dangerous stop in the middle of the road, asked me to get out of his free car and threw me in some melting snow by the side of the road so he could further degrade me by snapping a picture while laughing hysterically… passive aggressive and actually aggressive, much?
Such ridiculously abusive and infantile behavior was not uncommon for fake “daddy” Handler… One time, in Poland, prior to the “great migration”, he got a children’s slay with a rope attached so it could be pulled and steared by an adult, and announced he was taking me, his “only daughter”, slay rising. When we got to the park, he set it on a flat surface, no where near any hills, told me to get on, took the rope and started to run pulling the slay to gain momentum. He proceeded to aim it at a tree and as it was heading straight for it, he let go to escape uninjured and watched as I crashed and fell off crying…
I deduce he was attempting to communicate to everyone watching the fiasco that the “evil” Alien is a “bad guy” who fell and is being punished by a patriarchal God, and he, God’s servant, is simply and humbly of course, teaching me a well deserved “lesson”…
One crash and fall wasn’t enough, no, the sadistic slay ride with “daddy dearest” continued with him insisting I get up, get back on, hold on for dear life, as he aimed and crashed me into more trees while laughing as I cried… until I refused to get back on screaming: ENOUGH, YOU ARE HURTING ME!
After all “stupid” Alien is stupid to humanity so wasn’t supposed to notice, she is also being accused of being the Antichrist; therefore, judged by patriarchy as deserving of endless taunting, gaslighting, pain and suffering…
Freemasons, get your dirty dicks out of Eve’s ass and start protecting me… Any Freemasons who are protecting Eve are not Freemasons and have to be “Friday the 13th”! ~ DIRECT ORDER.