I set my suitcase and guitar down and sat quietly on the love-seat.

I thought that she had been calling-me: and was baiting-me again.

I wanted to get the truth from her!!!!!!

I had sent her 2 letters telling her about the web-page-opera, and the 300 dead-line telephone-calls I had received since 1997.....it was now August of 1999.

I Did Not plant the pink rhododendrons between the sidewalk and curb that were visibly there when I arrived.

There also was an enormous gray plastic garbage can sitting on the sidewalk and dirt scattered all over the sidewalk as if a dog had been digging there.

When I got there, I only had enough time to eat at the Ponderosa around the corner.

I saw, through the front picture window an overly large theoretically walnut dinner table which did not have enough room to fit people comfortably on it's sides if there were more than two people being seated at it. In fact it did not look like anyone could get to the other end from the doorway. There was only about six inches between the sides of the table and the walls. There was a vase of pink rhododendrons sitting on the table I saw.

There was no way to sit people along the sides so they could eat.

They would be all wedged up against the table and the aligning walls...

The really funny part was the way the house had apparently been designed.

The picture window looked out on the small porch and the front yard.

Then why, looking in from the picture window, would they put in a wall only ten feet back from the window.

You cannot sit in the picture window room without being right on top of the picture window itself.

After seeing the suddenly planted pink rhododendrons between the curb and the sidewalk with the dirt scattered all over the sidewalk, not even cleaned up, and the big oversized gray plastic garbage barrel sitting on the sidewalk, I AM trying to estimate exactly what the property damage was, if there was any at all.

You would think that the picture window would overlook a small living room, but this room was not even big enough for a very small dining room table???

Was the house altered magically other ways???

I saw the black, gray, peeling paint on the house and looked at the neighborhood.

There were some very nice houses there with almost no peeling paint...

All of them either yellow or white.

I thought she had moved there because she was calling me, had crashed into me, gotten the song My City Was Gone by Chrisy Hinde and the Pretenders, and had moved there because she knew, had my web page, and was thinking of painting her house black/gray because of the lyrics to the Captain Beyond album I had on the web page, "I...wonder...some color...only gray, only gray..."

But no.

She hadn't been calling me, nor did she crash into me, did not connect {What If God Was} One Of Us with other songs like Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins, Stupid Girl by Garbage, and my letters about UFOs or Starships, Reincarnation, The UFO over my house when I was a very young boy, my threatening to take away her afterlife for her uncivil behaviors, etc., etc., etc.

I could not believe she was conscious during that time...

She was listening to Alternative Rock on the radio because of the Honey White concert she seemed to be preparing for...

The chairs around the table did not have enough room out away from the table to pull the chairs out and sit.

The table may have disappeared after I saw it sitting behind the front window.

But whatever Property Damage was manifested was Not of my own doing...

Apparently there was Property Damage.

I had just enough money to pay for one overnight stay at Tally's motel, eat and come home.

I could see I wasn't wanted, so I came home by bus after getting a night's sleep.

As I said earlier, I left Wisconsin in the bus at midnight. The Greyhound bus took me there in 15 hours, there were delays...

I got there at 4:30-5:30 pm.

I went to dinner at the Ponderosa around the corner about 30 minutes after I pulled up in the Falls cab.

All property untouched.

Went out until midnight, came back to my motel, the under twenty year old police accosted me, I went up to my room, went to bed, woke up the next morning, ate at McDonald's, went back to my motel, and took the Greyhound home.

The only property I had time to touch was the swing chair on the porch.

I sat on it and waited for 10-15 minutes before I went to eat at the Ponderosa.

"There Is A Song Norwegian Wood by the Beatles..."

"Wood In Old English Means Violently Insane."

"She Has Seemed This, But Has Only A Darkened, Subconscious Mind."

"SOOOOOO DO The Beatles."

"And then she said: It's time for bed:......I crawled off to sleep in the bath.....Sane?.....Lyrics....??"

I........................AM AN INNOCENT-MAN."

"PROSECUTED AND 'HARASSED' BY.......'LAWLESS-ROBOTIC-SHIT-women'."