July 7, 2022
This is a picture of the top of my garbage can in the kitchen. I noticed it about an hour ago when I returned home. I was gone since 12:30 today. What pleasure do you think Clifford Roach jr derives from doing this to the can? I can’t imagine he got any kind of satisfaction. But something doesn’t sit well in his craw. Last night I put the garbage out front. On my way back I recalled how the demonic stalker was watching me in 2014 when I first moved here. He was in the neighbor’s house looking at me. But I didn’t know it until I saw the blinds on the side window being parted very fast. He couldn’t see me from the front window, so he ran to the side window and was hurriedly parting the blind so he could look at me. I was laughing when recalled that incident last night. For 30 years this stalker has been watching me and he still can’t get his fill. The little old lady that lives in that house cannot move that fast, plus she has no reason to want to stare at me with the lights off. Plus, she goes to Florida in the winter, I don’t believe she was there, the stalker was simply using her place to be near me to stalk. The demonic stalking Roach jr doesn’t need a key to gain access to anybody’s place. He has a master key. He had dented this same garbage can last year. But only one, now it has 3 and these last two are much deeper than the previous. 22:58 piercing prick the back of my right hand, then crawling on my face.
