From my instagram which was quietly removed for no stated reason and there was no response when asked about it.

No rights when it comes to me all over the place. What really hurts is that the entire system is rigged against me ever getting to speak with my spiritual twin.

The miserable marriage at the center of our trap was forced through by the influence of organized crime in 2003.

A hiding criminal empire operates for the worst on earth until it doesn’t.

Will there ever be Justice?

Art commissioned by bankers. Can you see through the super obvious Masonic code here? Can you spot me, my twin and the architects who sent out D to be stationed in between us?

An image from November Rain by Guns N’ Roses.

Me, many decades ago in this seemingly endless banker funded captivity.