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i see you.
i see you peeping under my door, watching my feet, watching my dog.
Oh, yes, i know you hired my dog to do your dirty work, i can tell by
the way he avoids my direct stare,
he's guilty.

i bought a gun.

i saw you yesterday
on my way to work. you
were sitting in the large brown van parked illegally
                                                    by the hot dog man.
You were pretending to deliver packages.

i know, also, that the lady at the seven-eleven on the corner
of philips and markey
poisoned my slushy for you.
i could taste the belladonna, i spit
                                    it
                                      out
and shot her.

i know you bugged my apartment.
i know you told my landlady about me,
                                      I see the way she looks at me
when i go to pay the rent.

i found the infrared motion detector you put in my toilet,
how clever of you to disguise it as a ty-dee-bol chlorine block.

you had the maintenance man replace my refrigerator with a ballistic

                                missile.

i can hear the timer ticking away inside.

i know you came in once, on september 13, between 4:30 and 6:15, and
rewired my toaster to send out electromagnetic pulses at a variable
frequency of one-hundred fourteen and one hundred sixty five megahertz.

i could feel it in my brain.  So i threw it away.

how clever of you to diguise yourself as a ups man.

                  of course, you know i cannot let you live.
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