PATRICIA A. MANIACI

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The last time I spoke to Jameel he was in literal tears asking me to come see him. I wouldn’t leave my dog home alone with my roommate and promised to call him next day and see him. I didn’t hear from him for months when I found out he was killed in a car accident the day after we last spoke. Someone needs to look into that accident more closely. Have these mfs been killing people who love me? The real Fuc is going on here!?

Oh my mf goodness! You don’t want me to speak? I just remembered a conversation I had with Jameel about his mother. He said that she was married to a man who was a professor. She didn’t like the amount of money she would get from his tenure upon his death so she took it upon herself to find him another position at a school in a different state where she would get more. Sorry lady I’m just the messenger. Every year at the beginning of the school year, a black man that Michelle was dating would leave school supplies on our doorstep for me. My sister Cindy came from Washington and moved into a house in Palm Desert that seemed to come with a job at College of the Desert. Shortly after they moved into the house, she said she didn’t get along with the people there and quit. I looked at the executives found this:

Someone should look into this. Come for me lady and you will see that there is only one power! Oh wow!

Galloway is Jameels last name. They do jar spells on those cruises. They put pictures in jars and toss them overboard. Last night, I went into meditation and swam to the bottom of the ocean and got all the jars and let everyone out!

There are 9 women taking shots at me. 7 are wearing head wraps.

Every shot turns to a blessing!

I wish you all love, peace and prosperity.

J I loved you now I want to marry 2pac and he’s really dead! This is all your fault! Thank you Ronald for being a stand up narcissist and comforting me when I really thought this mf was dead. I appreciate you k?

You gave your bishhhh my ish?! Oh, okay we’ll see how that works out for you. I’m on my way.

You produced that track. Give me my mf microphone you bitch ass mf!

You know your all going to prison right?

None of this moves me.

Not even the shots fired outside my window. No one is afraid of anything over here. Matter of fact, I’m going to go outside!

For whoever it is that wants to sing; you can do WHATEVER YOU WANT! Get a voice coach and practice! You don’t have to have a natural talent to develop it.

Thank you GOD!

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