SMS #0022: A gangstalker tried to use the police to intimidate me. It actually worked for a few seconds. He apparently had a problem with the indigo ribbon.

SMS #0022: I twice passed a preteen girl dressed in light blue (one of their colors) who bent over in front of me both times. Coincidence? I think not.

SMS #0021: False alarm; I put my stun-gun down and forgot about it. Four years of targeting does have that kind of effect on the mind.

SMS #0020: The Street Trash broke into my apartment and stole my stun-gun. I'm actually considering the idea of calling police. I wish I could write more.

SMS #0019: Receiving additional bombardments of synthetic telepathy and Voice-to-Skull (V2K).

SMS #0018: Found that somebody had messed with some pens of mine located in a drawer. One pen was disassembled while the rest were either stolen or moved.

SMS #0018: I tried unleashing some anger in a ritualistic manner that involved punching air. I accidently punched a door and cut my knuckles at some point.

SMS #0017: They bombarded me with more synthetic telepathy. In addition, I found my stun gun relocated inside my pillow case upon awakening.

SMS #0016: I'm feeling depressed right now. I don't know if it's synthetic telepathy or if it's the gang-stalking from earlier. Maybe a combination of both.

SMS #0015: Stalked by a convoy of vehicles along a road in Quarryville. The convoy included a PA state trooper, a gaggle of Rednecks, and a Black subhuman.

SMS #0014: Passed a union rep. and a co-worker. It sounds like they were engaging in directed conversation.

SMS #0013: Noise campaign in the parking lot at work. I wonder if the mobbing has restarted.

SMS #0012: Cramps are getting worse. It is even accompanied by fireworks from outside.

SMS #0011: Cramps are starting again. It has to be the "non-lethals."

SMS #0010: I have abdominal cramps. I think it might be Directed Energy Weapons (DEW) or Remote Neural Monitoring (RNM). I could be wrong.

SMS #0009: I came home and found a dead bee on my counter. I believe the message is "you're a dead man and it's from the Latin Kings." Apparently, they hate exposure.