Oh my God

This was first written back in November of 2004. When I first wrote this it wasn’t intended as a method of offending anybody out there other than the naked woman whom it was written about which I couldn’t give a squat about, it was written as a lighthearted way of telling her peers what she was doing and that I didn’t like it, nor her.
 

One day I was happy as a lark, living my life in peace and harmony, not causing any trouble at all, next thing I knew this ugly bag of puke is in my living room (my living room in this sentence and the context of this story is the space within the rings surrounding me) and I’m thinking “I don’t like this woman, I don’t want her in my living room” next thing I know this ugly woman invites herself into and is in my bedroom (my bedroom in this sentence and in the context of this story is the personal side that is the side of my crotch including the chakra centers within my flesh and blood body to and including the corona of light at approximately 10 meters from me) and I’m thinking “I didn’t even want this woman in my living room now she’s in my bedroom, so I told her “your not welcome hear” next thing I know this ugly woman is taking her cloths off and I’m thinking “Oh My God this woman is taking her cloths off”, next thing I know, this woman is greasing up her buttocks and rectal hole and I’m thinking “Oh MY God, she’s greasing herself” I didn’t even want this woman in my living room and now she’s in my bed room, she’s taken her cloths off and she’s greasing herself”, next thing I know she’s inserting something into and past the rectal hole of her anus and into her lower intestines and I’m thinking “Oh My God this woman whom I don’t even like is in my bedroom, naked, her buttocks and rectal hole is greased she’s got something inside herself and she sitting there acting non chalont as if nothing was wrong, in front of a live broadcasting camera hiding herself and the objects she is inserting into herself with colored dyes and she’s dropping my name as if she is a friend of mine and I’m thinking “Oh My God” this woman, that I didn’t like from day one, that I didn’t even want in my living room, is now in my bedroom, she’s naked, she’s greased herself, she’s sitting there with something inside herself acting non chalont and dropping my name, “Oh My God” I’ve got to reach the world and tell them “this woman isn’t my friend”. I’m still absolutely in disbelief; the whole industry has let a naked woman sit around in my bedroom naked, with colored dyes that hide the grease an items she inserts into herself “Oh My God”. Can’t somebody make this woman put cloths on, I know its difficult to cover that much ugliness but she should be able to get something from goodwill for a quarter or fifty cents, anything will do. I’m thinking Oh My God can’t somebody get rid of this woman’s colored dyes so she cant hide her utensils, I’m thinking Oh My God, can’t someone just make her go away, please make her go away.

Stephen Wayne Reno. November 08, 2004

Below is the letter in its entirity 

You know, I will not do what that dead bag of #@!* sitting in front of that camera wants me to do Zilch, Notta, end of story. And you know, it pleases me very much to notice that she doesn’t have the slightest iota of recourse about it, I’m a citizen of the United States of America, I’m over 21 and there’s not a dang thing she can do about it. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

You know something else, God’s people, whom are the people seen living in my eyeballs and in the being of sole that is my side won’t do what the dead @#!* sitting in front of that camera wants ether, Zilch, Notta, end of story. And you know it pleases me even more to notice that she doesn’t have any recourse about them ether, there isn’t a dang thing she can do about it. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

I know this is going to sound like TMI (to much information) to pass around at the gossip table and to tell you the truth, if it wasn’t for the woman Hollywood has in the house, I wouldn’t need to tell you this. I need to tell you this because this is causing problems. The woman in that facility has been inserting a hose, an air hose into her anus and using an air pump to inflate he stomach and lower intestines, she has been doing this for quite sometime and I have repeatedly complained and spoken out against her to no avail. I know of three reasons that s has been doing this number one, she started doing this because inflating herself wile connected up to my body causes me to have gas and she thought it was funny to cause me to have gas, number two she has been trying to make me defecate in my pants with the same method, number three, she seeks revenge against me because I told her she was an uncouth bag of shit and isn’t welcome at my table, and she inflates herself wile I am eating because it causes me to be unable to eat which is depriving me of the nourishment I need as an HIV patient, as an HIV patient without enough nourishment the weight loss is harmful. She is trying to harm me. Did the bag in the house bother to tell anybody that I had to call an ambulance September 22, 2004 because of the harm she caused inflating herself? Of course not. So now I’m sitting hear in the library, telling you that this naked bag is inflating herself with an air hose and pump and can somebody please take it away from her? Better yet, can somebody simply remove her?

One day I was happy as a lark, living my life in peace and harmony, not causing any trouble at all, next thing I knew this ugly bag of puke is in my living room (my living room in this sentence and the context of this story is the space within the rings surrounding me) and I’m thinking “I don’t like this woman, I don’t want her in my living room” next thing I know this ugly woman invites herself into and is in my bedroom (my bedroom in this sentence and in the context of this story is the personal side that is the side of my crotch including the chakra centers within my flesh and blood body to and including the corona of light at approximately 10 meters from me) and I’m thinking “I didn’t even want this woman in my living room now she’s in my bedroom, so I told her “your not welcome hear” next thing I know this ugly woman is taking her cloths off and I’m thinking “Oh My God this woman is taking her cloths off”, next thing I know, this woman is greasing up her buttocks and rectal hole and I’m thinking “Oh MY God, she’s greasing herself” I didn’t even want this woman in my living room and now she’s in my bed room, she’s taken her cloths off and she’s greasing herself”, next thing I know she’s inserting something into and past the rectal hole of her anus and into her lower intestines and I’m thinking “Oh My God this woman whom I don’t even like is in my bedroom, naked, her buttocks and rectal hole is greased she’s got something inside herself and she sitting there acting non chalont as if nothing was wrong, in front of a live broadcasting camera hiding herself and the objects she is inserting into herself with colored dyes and she’s dropping my name as if she is a friend of mine and I’m thinking “Oh My God” this woman, that I didn’t like from day one, that I didn’t even want in my living room, is now in my bedroom, she’s naked, she’s greased herself, she’s sitting there with something inside herself acting non chalont and dropping my name, “Oh My God” I’ve got to reach the world and tell them “this woman isn’t my friend”. I’m still absolutely in disbelief; the whole industry has let a naked woman sit around in my bedroom naked, with colored dyes that hide the grease an items she inserts into herself “Oh My God”. Can’t somebody make this woman put cloths on, I know its difficult to cover that much ugliness but she should be able to get something from goodwill for a quarter or fifty cents, anything will do. I’m thinking Oh My God can’t somebody get rid of this woman’s colored dyes so she cant hide her utensils, I’m thinking Oh My God, can’t someone just make her go away, please make her go away.

Stephen Wayne Reno. November 08, 2004

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