For the past couple of months I've been living at 425/100 Hampton Road in Fremantle in Western Australia. The building was originally used by the local hospital but was sold in the early seventies, more than forty years ago. It became housing for Aboriginal Natives of Australia, the people who have lived in Australia, or to use it's ancient and true name, Wadjuk, for hundreds of thousands of years. After it's sale in 1971, the building's residents were, one a day, taken away by force by the local health clinic known as Fremantle Hospital. The Wadjuk natives were, once they had arrived at the clinic, put to death. Afterwards the clinic claimed to still own 100 Hampton Road in Fremantle.
There is a tunnel network throughout the area here and shafts run from Fremantle Hospital to 100 Hampton Road. Often here we are attacked by the 'hospital'. Most nights they come through the tunnels armed with automatic rifles hoping to murder one of us residents here. 'Jump!' I can say as they approach the building underground, making them leap as high as they can while inside an illegal low-ceilinged shaft. They don't live. Sometimes they get inside the building and the same technique works. Because they jump so high when asked, if this happens outdoors they break when they land.
I strolled down to the supermarket today and bought blue cheese, meat, vegetable juice, smokes. Near the supermarket I was shot in the chest from inside an office. The bullet vaporized as it flew through the window so I'm still ok. It appeared to be a lawyers office so I told the fool inside the building that I would sue. I probably won't bother but it frightened the timid Perv person.
I'm a man that needs female companionship, from all the women, an emotional bond so I can feel free. I also need a woman for sex, a woman that expects me to have sex with her. I need a cooperative woman. I'm such a gentle lover and Westralian women are all 'harder, harder!'
There is a tunnel network throughout the area here and shafts run from Fremantle Hospital to 100 Hampton Road. Often here we are attacked by the 'hospital'. Most nights they come through the tunnels armed with automatic rifles hoping to murder one of us residents here. 'Jump!' I can say as they approach the building underground, making them leap as high as they can while inside an illegal low-ceilinged shaft. They don't live. Sometimes they get inside the building and the same technique works. Because they jump so high when asked, if this happens outdoors they break when they land.
I strolled down to the supermarket today and bought blue cheese, meat, vegetable juice, smokes. Near the supermarket I was shot in the chest from inside an office. The bullet vaporized as it flew through the window so I'm still ok. It appeared to be a lawyers office so I told the fool inside the building that I would sue. I probably won't bother but it frightened the timid Perv person.
I'm a man that needs female companionship, from all the women, an emotional bond so I can feel free. I also need a woman for sex, a woman that expects me to have sex with her. I need a cooperative woman. I'm such a gentle lover and Westralian women are all 'harder, harder!'
