PLAIN TO SEE Alphabet Inc.gov HAS BECOME DEATH. Covid Memoirs

They came to my home. She was wearing pants, he was wearing a face mask.

The door knocked, the bell rung. Who is it? Who can it be?

It’s the FEDS.

I tell them to go away. They leave in their maroon Chrysler. I freak out, call people, sound frantic, want to leave, but know they are out there.

I hear another knock on the door. Who can it be? Who is it?

It’s THE FEDS AGAIN.

Returned with local POLICE OFFICER to perform wellness check.

They see me as a threat, they don’t like the things I say. They think they own this place.

THE FBI WELLNESS CHECK

STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME.

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