We'll set a little sick Santa Stalker in black stalkings Christmas tree up on the outdoor back porch, as an indicator of how I really feel about what one deranged Stalkadillo ought to do, erase himself, excuse himself, donate his OWN solo Stalkadillo brain pudding into the reciprocal provided, if I get that far and put something out, or bring his own solo brain pulp container in which he can harvest, pulp, blast-out his defective riddled lone loner's gray matter! It'll be super great by all of us, the victims and the co-victims extreme pleasures are heightened at the thought of the prospect in prospector's hunts for the golden glitter and pulped litter of such utter justice. That Stalkadillo can donate his SOLO brain mush donation on X-mas eve or on X-mas morning or anywhere between that and New Years eve! I'm waiting..� LOL! So we'll decorate that little, oh 6ft or so, stalker-tree appropriately. Something old = traditional ornaments plus something new = new inexpensive traditional ornaments plus something old and new and simple handcrafted ornaments plus something unique to Christmas all together = Stalkadillo specific d�cor. We'll deck that tree out to the absolute maxim. Nary a branch will go unattended or unadorned with something fitfully fitting for this Stalker brain pudding-pulping occasion. We'll forgo the lights, they're too much trouble due to location, location, location and who would want to bother installing a wall wart outlet for a Stalkadillo tree! Not I! However, the GI Joe wanna be Rambo stalker fantasy delusional megalomania ornaments are truly tops! Even if the Easy Pickens are honestly convinced and with good reason that he-it-Stalkadillo is GI Joe Jackal! The police in pursuit ornaments are pretty nifty too, if I may say so myself! Now for the matter of what to dig up for Stalkadillo gifts? A sack of rancid coal pops to mind, but really who wants to go through the trouble of shopping for that? Not I! Perhaps I could box up some of our household trash and wrap it up in boxes and pretty paper! That way the Stalkadillo sicko could root his snout through it meticulously for clues! Perhaps I'll dig up something or another from around the house, like broken small appliances or used and unwanted books! Of coarse that effort would be a bit much too. Ugh! Orrrrr, I could use a dollar store journal and write "Munchausens" one every single page! After all, above all, and well above the belt, we always strive to give the gift the recipient wants the most, right? And I could think of this as a fair trade for that lovely donation of Stalkadillo brain matter beneath the Stalkadillo tree. Perhaps the entire matter of solo donations of stalker brain matter isn't a very nice matter at all. Perhaps the topic of Stalkadillo blessed suicide isn't a very nice topping topic at all. And perhaps and praytell the matter and beauteous splatter of stalker brain matter isn't a very traditionally appropriate Christmas matter, but within and after over two years of being a stalking victim, after all the ruins, and after all that sick Stalkadillo activity on the holidays -- well, it's a sardonic adaptation. Friends do always inquire, what could I possibly wish to say to that one and only Stalkadillo dillo Don Juan wankerless wanker wacker, Peeping Tom, slander master, Perpie-Twerp, Hell hath no fury like a stalker scorned, anyway? Nothing to him yet everything to myself and the world in processing tides. "Around and around it goes and where it stops no body can know!" Now shall I, will I, might I erect another sick Santa Stalker in black stalkings Christmas tree on the outdoor back porch next year? I can't say. I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. It all depends on if I feel like it when the time does come! It's my decision and no one else's. Perhaps this is what it's all about in part, it's about me and my catharsis and my reclaiming of a small meager portion of my rights.
By Lady Lost
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this work is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**Any other victims wishing to create something like this or something similar to this stalker tree, please read the Questions to Lady Lost Christmas season session and consult with an expert in the field of stalking prior to attempting this type of catharsis project. It must be understood that creating a project such as the one described within this work could enrage a stalker and cause him to react with tremendous violence or even homicidal behavior against his victim. Therefore considerations of safety are advised to any victim wishing to embark upon this sort of project. This work is not intended to provide legal or psychological help to victims. This work, similarly to the other works upon this website, is intended to entertain readers, provide information regarding Lady Lost's story, provide some information about domestic terrorism and stalking through Lady Lost's view of the subject, extend comedy relief and the personal subjective insight of Lady Lost for other victims, and create a platform for catharsis for this author.**This work is presented as a basic rough draft work and therefore this particular version of this work is not yet edited for spelling errors and typos.
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