Michael from Gorham, Maine and My Space

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CzarnaPoezja said...

Michael, don't pick up on my mistakes like "distraction", grammar, nor tell me to "go back where I came from" since I was here before you were born.
My name is Teresa Flisiuk Chrzanowski. I had next to none computer knowledge prior to my daughter's murder in June 2007. I left my job for Criminal Sheriff Office (Fotti; later the D.A.) while my Department was in the process of "computerizing". Yet, it was me who initiated, and kept all the Web spin, and yes, including "bizarre movies" and web sites. Guess what? It worked, so to speak. I know whom I'm targetting and what for. I "accomplished" to attach the crime to the infamous careers of "rising" interns and residents. They even wrote to me whining! The corpses are untouchable and above the law, like "elected official" Frank Minyard, who to his own admission wouldn't be elected even a dog catcher in any other American town/city. Frank Minyard had authorized illegal autopsy in my daughter's death, which was classified as "unexplained death", and "coroner's case". He allowed it to be performed in and by the hospital where she had been killed. Frank is a truly rotten redneck. My husband's body went to the same pathologist, who was involved in my daughter's autopsy, and who was "pissed off" by the "bizzare websites" and overall publicity at my courtesy. The conflict of interest which I had pointed to the Homicide Detective Aucoin, who in turned, ceased our communication. I could go on, but I would like to emphasize TO YOU the power of Media. The WORD can change the World. If it is not compromised...
November 15, 2009 12:14 PM

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By Blanka

Mother, If You Could See Me Now
Mother,
If You could see me now
Could You figure out how
My smile, my shape, my gait, my brow
Have all gone down
Did they drown?
Am I unhappy?
Or was I once
Experiencing an ounce
Of what they call
Gladness, joy, happiness, escape
These feelings I cannot drape
Over my shoulders
Like a gilded cape
Am I the image that life raped?
Am I the one left all alone?
Heart torn up, mouth agape
And if they get me
(Already did)
Can I escape
Can I get rid
Of them around me
The [...] inside me
Mother,
If you have to
Will you hide me?
Should you, though
I know I can’t
She shall walk in her own damned cant
Should I treasure, hide and gleam
Or teach and push and squeal and steam
Am I the mother or the daughter?
What lessons learned from
One or other?
Can I be one and not another?

Who Killed Blanka Peridot -Q&A