We're thinking about showing the footage of that sick flick, "As the Stalker Turns," on the side of our house or on the hills' boulders to SHOW THE WORLD how deranged he really is! Wouldn't that be interesting? Almost exciting? A post-Halloween spooky FREAK OUT! We're slowly redecorating things. Making small additions and subtractions here and there. I'm hard at work planning another stalker dummy, like a scarecrow, only better. More appropriate under the circumstances. My last two life-sized paper ones got all worn out, weather battered and wrecked, and I doubt that nasty icky Stalkadillo Thing even got to violate the Court Order and SEE them because he was too busy violating the Court Order trying to terrorize the co-victim. He was fixated on co-victim terror tactics, surveillance in the brush, drive by(s), parking in front of the residence, parking near the mailbox, following, watching, spying, acting all stupid and suspicious -- another line of acts he can have great and wonderful fun denying! LOL! In any case, one of the paper Stalkadillo's had some really nifty fitting tiny red beady eyes flashing away in its warped head! It was super. So, I'm not the most superb artist, but it was a fun little project in the absence of better solutions. Anyway, I'm moving towards a more durable version now�. I've also been in contact with a groovy pastor fellow -- perhaps we'll throw in some wild rockin exorcisms in that Stalkadillos honor. Not that the idea of an exorcism would worry him. After all his sickness is far more deeply rooted than that! His problems are rooted deep in his own personal history! Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps -- after a time, even the meek strike back. After a time the victim gets tired of being a victim. We're thinking about showing the footage of that sick flick, "As the Stalker Turns," on the side of our house or on the hills' boulders to SHOW THE WORLD how deranged he really is! Wouldn't that be interesting? Almost exciting? A post-Halloween spooky FREAK OUT! We're slowly redecorating things. Making small additions and subtractions here and there. I'm hard at work planning another stalker dummy, like a scarecrow, only better. More appropriate under the circumstances. My last two life-sized paper ones got all worn out, weather battered and wrecked, and I doubt that nasty icky Stalkadillo Thing even got to SEE them because he was too busy trying to terrorize the co-victim. He was fixated on co-victim terror tactics, surveillance in the brush, drive by(s), parking in front of the residence, parking near the mailbox, following, watching, spying, acting all stupid and suspicious -- another line of acts he can have great and wonderful fun denying! LOL! In any case, one of the paper Stalkadillo's had some really nifty fitting tiny red beady eyes flashing away in its warped head! It was super. So, I'm not the most superb artist, but it was a fun little project in the absence of better solutions. Anyway, I'm moving towards a more durable version now�Maybe something massive and made out of cloth complete with hair and clothes and other goodies. It could be a scientific project on how to build a defective man thing. We're also considering the simple possibilities of constructing an impressive PA system so that we can mega blast his words out to the masses whenever he's suspected of being around. This way everyone can HEAR what a Village Idiot he is too! WE just can't decide whether the corresponding film project should be complete or simply sections. I'm currently opting for sections as that would be more convenient in many ways� Well, it's late and as it grows later and later and later that Stalkadillo is likely out stalking some co-victim somewhere. Why not stalk the big cookie jar where there's more room to avoid that need for Depends! Right? Right, that was another rhetorical question. Then, there's the matter for the moment -- the Stalkadillo has adopted a fantasy death threat artist! Oh, Shucky Darn! He so scared he going to go wee wee in his underpants! LOL! NOT! He's titillated at the thought of his latest creation. He's wallowing, swooning, bathing in the potential for sympathy that he could get for being a poor poor stalker! The world's smallest violin plays from him as I type! It whines as he whines over his fallacy death threat artist. It's all part of his fictitious disorder. He just HAS TO SOAK IN ALL THIS ATTENTION AND EMPATHY FOR BEING A STALKADILLO dillo lamebrain stalker. Now, who on earth would feel sorry for him? Of coarse, the thought that someone does is yet another component to his fictitious disorder. He projects, projects, and projects in his realm of endless projections. He is everything he says others are and much more in the realm of nefariously demented static personality.
By Lady Lost
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