#@marieclaracamp

[canceramorem]

WHO WANTS A HAPPY ENDING , REAL LIFE IS NOT HAPPY, ITS PURE MISERY! HAPPINESS IS a fake sense , love is an illusion, true love Doesn't EXIST, SO fuck life, fuck love, and fuck helping people

, the story is over. Marie left me for some younger guy named Shawn Fortino. He never was there for her when she was homeless and had no one. He wouldn't go to jail for her like I did. Fuck Marie Clara Camp , I hope she dies a slow miserable death. She is prostituting and he is her pimp. She took the ring I bought her (200$) and sold it to help him. He's her pimp. I was right the whole time, she never helped me, she never loved me , instead she did nothing but hurt me. She lets this guy live off of her. She supports him and was using me to help. She ruined me folks she really did. I did nothing to deserve what she did and her kids, well that was just a lie, she hasn't even seen them. In months.The whole time was just a way for her to use me like the emotional hostage-taker that she is. It was all a lie , a big lie. She never loved me. She has no heart, she has no soul. I'm so hurt, I'm actually ruined. I'm in church , crying, devastated. I'm dying of cancer and she has made it worse. I hate her for what she has done to me. I don't plan on living past the new year . It's the saddest love story ever, well that's all. She never helped me to live and I saved her life,. And what was my reward? She caused me to die a lot sooner than I should have.

Don't fall in love folks. It's not worth the pain. Goodbye...

[canceramorem]

COVID -19. what a fucking shit show that was and still is. It figures I would have to be incarcerated when something like that would happen. Not an epidemic a fucking PANDEMIC! any way you look at it , the COVID really sucked. . They even gave us masks that were jail stripes. At this point , I had been in jail for some time. The lawyer they gave me at first was Andrew Moses, ( currently, he's a judge- figures! ) So he was decent, but he didn't handle felony cases. So they appointed me this other fucking ass -clown named Keith Massey Jr. This guy used to work for the prosecutor, so I was fucked. It was at that point. That I lost my mind. They were trying to give me years, yes six years and all the bullshit that goes along with it. Probation, parole, post release, what the fuck ever. I knew if I had just been honest to begin with then they probably would have just let me go. It was an accident, I just wanted her to go to the hospital and get the fucking tampon out. I had no idea where she was or who she was sleeping with. Of course it's too hard for her to spend fifty cents and drop me a line. And besides that, I wanted to at least see her before I went to prison or killed myself one. I had planned out my suicide and I fell into a deep state of depression. (I found out later that she had gotten her disability benefits and got a huge amount of money, an apartment, and some new friends (GUY FRIENDS! and that she was out partying- going to bars, doing cocaine and even got caught with a bunch of Methamphetamines) I knew she was a slut, but I still loved her. ( Maybe I'm the crazy one!) YEAH, she literally had thousands of dollars and couldn't spend a measley 50 cents on the guy that saved her life and travelled thousands of miles to be with her. She used the excuse of "they told me if I contacted you then my kids would get taken. - NEWSFLASH - your kids already are with this douchebag that won't let you see them because you did him dirty too! It's whatever, she's a piece of shit anyway. She could have easily wrote an anonymous name on the letter.

The year before at the same time was when her and I did our little "outlaw"deal, and fled misdemeanor charges by going to Fayetteville from Asheville. She did like she always does and had the fucking cops come to our place we had just got( she didn't call she just caused a scene and the guy renting is the room called. ) So they came and left , but came back two hours later and arrested her. I stayed in the room and did not even let them get a glimpse of me ( remember, I had a warrant too!). So the next day, I rounded up about 12$ and took the trip to the jail which was about a half an hour away by bus. Before I went to the jail, I went by the post office and got a stamp and mailed her a letter telling her how much I love her. I then went to the kiosk and put my last and only ten dollars in the inmate kiosk, so she would at least be able to get something to eat and maybe write to me. ( She claims she wrote me and put money on my books , yeah right- fucking liar!) Remember, I have a warrant for my arrest in Asheville (3 hours away). I went to the jail and did a television visit with her. She was begging me to bond her out, her bond was like one hundred dollars.

It scarred me so bad from the fact that she just abandoned me that even to this day, I have heart problems t's my own fucking fault for falling in love with such a grimy, slimy, bitch like her. But yeah, I didn't get not one visit, letter, or phone call. Add that on top of being so heartbroken

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I'm going to skip ahead a little bit, because this next part is just too good to not tell the good people about. "The People", -my good friend Donny will laugh when he reads this. "The People" , means " The People" of the State of New York vs. Jey Pizzle , or in Donny's case, "the People vs Donald D***** III. Yes , as in an official indictment , arrest, attorneys,criminal justice, my least favorite thing Ever -JUDGES! the system, jail, trials , intent and four lawyers,Getting in trouble, got in trouble,and stayed out of trouble. (Donny gets out 2023 )

Now I am not trying to say that it's cool to get in trouble, FUCK NO!, I pray my daughter never gets in trouble. kids and adults- stay out of trouble, or as my favorite Aunt Nora ( she had the same name as my mom) would say - "Keep your nose clean". In other words, avoid police at all costs. Stay below the radar, don't go around and break laws, but if you accidentally do, then be good enough to NOT GET CAUGHT. And I don't know how many times I have to reiterate this-DO NOT SNITCH, DON'T SOCIALIZE WITH , HELP, OR EVEN SPEAK TO anyone that is a snitch! Breaking the law is one thing, but breaking the Law AND Snitching! No fucking way jack! if you get caught, just tell the truth , almost, or whatever you have to do. (DON'T do what, " Do-what-you-do, Duane-The KooK did, lying and snitching- the worst kind) . the main thing is, just be cool, even if you are traveling with kits or drugs and acting afool in different states. Like I said , don't go out being a criminal. But if you do get in trouble, keep your head up, and who knows, maybe you will be lucky enough to get locked up in a good jail. I've made some bad decisions in my life and I'm not proud of it, but I have 43 or 44 ar arrests on my record, criminal history, wrap sheet, or whatever you want to call it, Thats just arrests , NOT convictions. You see, that's how they get people, they twist the truth so it suits their needs. 44 arrests, but maybe only a dozen convictions, and they were all misdemeanors . I was never- EVER charged , arrested , or convicted of any sex offender type shit. Never! I was however, FALSELY ACCUSED, of a few things, including RAPE. I am not and never could be into rape. if a chick doesn't want to be with me, I'm not gonna go out and rape her. instead, I would just go out and pay or trade some shit for a sexual favor from a trick. A lot of being lonely isn't about sex alone, it's more like just being intimately close with a female.

It's kinda like how i met this " love of my life Marie". She knows exactly what I am talking about. I was raised decent, and it's just wrong morally and it's sick. I want somebody that wants me. get the fuck out of here if you thought for a split second, that Jey Pizzle is a fucking RAPE-O!!! ( That's what they call a rapist in New York).

So where were we now, oh yes , I got to the mobile home that Marie had worked so hard, and had come so far to get. With help from DSS of course. You know , the same people that help with food stamps and social stuff. like childcare, and medicaid. Back when I was a kid, they called it welfare. and at school , if you wanted to hurt someone'sfeelings, you would say " Your Mama's on welfare' , yeah, seriously, that would really hurt the kids back then, especially if your mom was on 'welfare' . Shit , in New York State, you have to be on welfare just to survive. It's so fucking expensive there, But anyhow, yeah , I was there. Freezing outside., it was just me and my love. oh , and a decent amount of shit for the two of us. So I did what any new resident to New York does, I applied for food stamps. Since her trailer was so far out in the country, I mailed the application in, and I still had my food stamp card from when I had been to Syracuse the two times before. New york gives you a really cool EBT card, it's got your picture on it and everything, so , I applied for food stamps and the next few days is where this love story turns into something more like a nightmare. But, my good folks, God Is real,and he does miracles everyday in our lives. God is great! Always remember keep your head up " -Excelsior"- Latin for"Ever upward", the New York State Motto.

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The letter, or statement , or story, or whatever you want to call it is absolutely fucking horrible. I was raised in a way that I cannot tolerate men who rape, molest, or even look at a woman in a peverse way. It's just not in my DNA. Not only is it morally wrong, it's just something that I personally would never do. People that rape other people have a special place in hell. Marie had told me early on in our relationship that she had been raped in college. She told me she was gang raped. She told me she was at a fraternity house and there was a keg of beer. She apparently woke up to a guy trying to put it in her " butt" (she always says 'butt' instead of ass or anal when it comes to anal sex"), she woke up and saw a bunch of condom wrappers and she claims that some guys gang raped her. She told me she got dressed and called her sorority sister from the frat house phone and it was over a river or bridge- something to do with water- anyhow, she left home walking (didn't even ask for a ride from anyone-weird), and that was all she told me of her " rape" experience. She did however say that one of her rapists had a daughter now, which leads me to believe that she is friends with him, oh wait, she is. That's right, she even showed me his picture on Facebook. SHES FUCKING FRIENDS WITH THE GUY ON FACEBOOK!!! Why she never called the authorities and did something is beyond me. I mean godamn, how many other rapes could she prevented if she had reported this? Thats very fucked up on her part. She did mention on many occasions some other sexual experiences that had happened to her too. I didn't pay them too much mind because she would always mumble under her breath some really sick shit involving her relatives and other older people doing things to her ( maybe that's why she is such a whore nowadays - who knows) All I know is I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life so much as molested , touched , or looked at a girl in a bad perverse and unnatural way!

When I first read the letter that was to be used against me in a criminal proceeding I laughed. I knew none of the stuff was true in it. I mean come on , RAPE!?!? The opening statement was pretty fucking hilarious I thought as well. I met her on a "camping trip" ?! That's the farthest thing from the truth ,that I could possibly think. I mean, there I was in my tent eating lucky charms that fateful October day two years prior to this time, when Gary brought this homeless, drug addicted , and very attractive woman to me. She was definitely not "camping" , or on some camping trip, if she was , then with who? Yes, I did become instantly "enamored" with her (that's where I came up with it in my story). I did , do, and always will, love this fucking crazy woman name Marie Clara Camp. Unfortunately, I was in jail and didn't have any humanly possible way to prove this , except Marie herself telling them the truth. As far as the prosecutor and everyone else knew, I really did stalk her and come all the way to Northern New York to drug her and have sex with her tampon infected pussy! Because remember, the reason I got so upset to begin with is because she wouldn't go to the hospital and get the fucking thing taken out.This was a very low point in my life, being accused of something like that is a life-changing experience.

At this point, I was ready for trial, this bitch was not going to put me away for assault so I can go to prison labeled as a RAPE-O! (Do you know what they do to rapists in prison?) I didn't think she was that heartless of a person, to actually not tell them otherwise, boy was I mistaken. Not only did she go to a grand jury indictment and testify against me, but she said absolutely nothing to say I never raped her. For me to not deny the false story they wrote would be the same as admitting to it. NOT HAPPENING CAPTAIN! It was at this point when I had my new attorney Richard V. Manning, file a counter motion/affidavit denying all of the bullshit allegations that were made against me, which meant it was going to be fucking world war 3 with these fucking people. Meanwhile, while I was fighting for my freedom, little miss perfect , Marie Clara Camp was living the good life in her new apartment, having parties with dudes, and going to bars. She got caught with about 700$ worth of shit. She told me afterwards that it was a dude she met in the medicaid cab. He invited her over to trick with him. well apparently he got sick of her and threw her out- GO FIGURE. It was at this point when I started to not give a fuck, I was hungry though, and the jail was offering some cool programs for inmates. One of them was "Game Nights". As I found out, this was actually worth coming to jail for! Let the game nights begin! ( and FUCK YOU MARIE! )

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The St Lawrence County Correctional Facility- Tucked away in the riverside college-town of Canton, New York , on 17 Commerce lane is The St. Lawrence County Correctional Facility. It serves as the main Jail for the largest County in New York state- St Lawrence. St Lawrence is big, but it's also sparcely populated. It's mostly farm land, miles and miles of flat farm land. I'm not really sure what they grow, I thinks it's mostly corn. There was a lot of dairy farms as well. I had gotten myself into a world of trouble. I made a bad decision, and it not only cost me my freedom, but also any chance I had with the love of my life, Marie Clara Camp.

My first appearance was in the basement of Judge Williams' home. I remember him being very kind. I remember the gung- ho Sheriff's deputy reading off my charges. The main one was was felony assault and criminal possession of a weapon (misdemeanor). He was telling the judge my whole criminal history, and was throwing in stuff that I had gotten arrested for, but not charged. It's very fucked up, because they didn't know the truth, they only were going by what a mentally -ill , crazy, injured woman was telling them. Her, along with her best friend, "Valerie Jane Green", a so-called health foodie / nutritionist. Like Marie, very self -centered ,has to look good in the public eye. And the other person pushing to have me locked away for years and I can't forget , the facilitator of all the WELLNESS checks and cop-caller extrordanaire, Do-what -you -do- Duane Kenneth Clookey. Mr Jealous himself, father -of -her two boys, Duane Kenneth Clookey.(He did adopt Her daughter) . That's all I'm saying . Valerie and Duane don't know me, and Marie never mentioned me- in any positive light. Unbenownst to me, Marie had been telling them that I was some crazy stalker that had tracked her down , and followed her from North Carolina all the way up the east coast to New York. So the cops and the judge had their little 'investigation' papers. Of course I couldn't see what they had, because then I could defend my self. It's really quite easy, defending yourself that is. Right out of the gate, I hated these cops. The judge was nice and could see that I really felt bad about what had happened. Either way, it was March , the first week in March and little did I know, the next few? months would not only prove to be fun, but it also was a very spiritual journey as well. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, I just got booked into a brand -new, state of the art, $53 million dollar jail.

After a few days, they classified me and I was in General population. there was like four pods altogether, and the whole jail could house around 430 inmates. But since the population is so sparce in this relatively crime-free region of New York state, and the population of the county so small, it meant that it was very hard- if not impossible, to fill the jail. The first few weeks were rather slow. There was not even one African /American in the whole jail-( c.o. or inmate). I remember meeting the first few people. They were like - "You're the machete guy". Apparently, the had saw me on the local evening news. I made the big time- Thanks Marie!

Right from the very beginning, I thought the food was very delicious, breakfast was way better than you would think, usually consisting of scrambled eggs and a bagel (yes bagel) and a side of sausage. Lunches we're usually soup and a sandwich ( was this from the kitchens of Panera Bread?). And dinners we're always fulfilling. For the first time in all of my criminal history and being in jails, I NEVER went to bed hungry in the SLCCF.

They would open the cell doors at like 7 a.m. and leave them unlocked until like 3 pm.and then there was shift change and count, and then they lock them again for the night , at a 10 p.m. I know, that's pretty early. There was a carpetted area ( indoor/ outdoor carpet), two flat screen Tvs, cable, and tablets. which also served as the way to order commmiasry, read the law library, or even listen to music (@10cents a minute) , there was phones, but no one really used them , it was the tablets that were in high demand. there was six tablets for 35 inmates. I had no one, everyone else was actually from there. So I stood out like a sore thumb. I'll never forget, one of the female Jailers name, Meredith Spinelli. she had been there for almost Twenty years. She was the same age as me- how did I know? Because she told me . For the first few months, I didn't hardly come out of my cell. I was catching up on at least three years of sleep, and being homeless with Marie had definitely taken it's toll on me. I slept so much and was such a model inmate, Officer Spinelli at one point told me that she wished every inmate were like me. We had to switch pods one time , and she jokingly said to everyone else, "Plaster can stay" , " the rest of you guys go" , to which I replied, " there might be a few unexpected pregnancies" , we had to switch pods with the females and get this, they had like 25 of us guys pack up, and move to a multipurpose room with all glass windows. Then all the females about twenty of them, were to walk past us and go to our pod(there was only one main corridor), we were doing a- "switch pods with the female inmates". I called it a 'jailhouse parade', which it was, I mean, here we were, all guy inmates, waiting for the girls to walk by. It was fucking classic. We were checking all of them out and they were walking by like they were jail models. Some of them were actually really hot. I had seen a few of the females in passing and That's why I said there would be some pregnancies! It was just a joke , and officer Spinelli was like- "gross, you don't want any of them" , almost hinting like, "you'd rather have this", I don't know what it was , but she was cool, especially with me. Unfortunately , she went on vacation with her husband to Florida, and broke her back in a jet skiing accident- ouch! I really liked her, she gave me hope. actually , I wanted to make a get well card for her but didn't. She was cool and had massive boobs. All of the C.O.s liked me because I was just that good of an inmate (Spinelli , I think she had a little bit of a crush on me). I was averaging about 21 hours a day of sleep. And they like that because it makes their job super easy.

I also started going to the chapel service when they called it. That's where I met "Brother Al" , what a good Christian brother. He had been going to this particular jail and the old one this one replaced for at least 30 years to preach and sing gospel music. He was in his 80's , and had nothing but knowledge and good stuff for me and any inmate that would go to chapel and listen to the beautiful word of God. Most of the time it was me and my buddy Robbie Purser, until Robbie got released on probation , which he eventually violated and came back! When Robbie left , it was mostly me. Actually there was like three different churches that would come in the jail. I went to all of them. I met Larry Vinough from the Presbyterian church in Canton , Bruce and Al from the Church in Massena, and Father Peter from the Church in Norfolk , Father Peter and I became really good friends. One day, he even told me about how Marie was bad mouthing me, I mean who fucking does that? Gonna bad mouth me to a fucking priest? Of course she denied it after I got released and asked her about it . But why would Father Peter lie about that? I was actually having fun in jail. I was eating good. You see, my whole life I've been conditioned to being in horrible jails ( Manatee county Florida), fish eye soup was on the menu every Friday. , No t.v. , no programs to better ones self, and fights every day between African -Americans and Hispanics, guards were dicks .

Brevard county Florida was the same but worse, - trying to get me to go on the road crew to pick up trash in the sweltering hot Florida sun- fuck that -I refused. Food was horrible,again, no programs -so people can better themselves, and the guards were real dicks in Florida.

The North Carolina jails were a little bit better, depending on where you go. Fayetteville will serve you chicken on the bone every Sunday , all the guards are Black women and tolerable. T.v. was 13 inch ,no programs either and plenty of crackheads fighting in the pod. , Asheville jail, huh, its fucking mental torture. And small ass portions of food, the guards are dicks and again, no programs to better oneself . In all of the jails prior to SLCCF , I went to bed hungry every night. Those are just a few I can remember. Again, I am not promoting criminal activity. It's not cool. I am just giving a little incite as to what the county jail system is like. And don't get me wrong , you still are in jail in St. Lawrence county, it's just a little less stressful when your not in an explosive environment with fighting and such. There was one fight the whole time I was in the St Lawrence County Correctional Facility SLCCF. There was no real problems, that's what they have "the bubble" for.

"The bubble"is a separate, smaller jail within a jail. It's more like a torture glass chamber for people that aren't claustrophobic.

It's used to hold sex offenders, Rape-o's, and people that get in trouble for little stuff, minor infractions . I thought it would be cool to mail some tomato seeds off of the delicious beef stake tomtoes we had on our sandwiches. I did mail a few seeds to my church back home in North Carolina. But I had a few in my cell. Well, I had a cell search and they found the tiny seeds . I explained to them my intent, but they still gave me a week in the bubble with the rape -o's. It sucked. I was in the bubble with this ex-cop that tried to extort a blowjob from one of the local whores. This dumbass actually waited until she came back all wired for sound and got him busted . Yeah , they called him the "blowjob cop".

It should be noted that the victim , my love, Marie , ran into some legal problems of her own while I was safely behind the cynder block walls of the SLCCF . Yeah, my Marie 🐻 Bear got caught with a quarter ounce of Methamphetamines. I can honestly say, That would not have happened if I was with her. I would never let such a thing happen to my baby, I would have said they were mine. I have gone to jail for her in the past, and she knows this.

[canceramorem]

[canceramorem]

Karma is a lovely thing, it really is...

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This is from March 17, 2020. Marie Camp got arrested with 7.57 grams of Methamphetamines. I was in jail at the time, so I couldn't have give it to her. Now, how in the hell can Valerie and Duane lie about me , and try their hardest to have me go to prison for several years , and also accuse me of rape , and say that I am a " meth head" , when their beloved, "Little Miss Perfect" - Marie C. Camp gets arrested for possessing a quarter of an ounce of Methamphetamines?

@marieclaracamp

It's apparent that she committed both crimes, because she has the same exact identical charges in two different states. To hear her version of it, she is "innocent".

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@marieclaracsamp

She was deathly ill from a retained tampon. I begged her to go to the hospital, she wouldn't go because she had warrants for her arrest. After it stunk up the mobile home so bad, I flipped out. I did not intend to cut her, the machete was in a heavily- thickly padded sheath, I swung it sideways and it hit her and broke through the sheath cutting her right on her knee. They made me seem like I stalked and raped her. Marie Camp is currently working as a prostitute in Northern New York. Hardly the profession of someone who was raped . She has broken my heart so bad that I think I am dying of a broken heart.

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THIS IS THE HORRIBLE AND COMPLETELY FALSE STORY THAT DUANE KENNETH CLOOKEY AND VALERIE JANE GREEN WROTE ABOUT ME ! IT CAN ALL BE PROVEN WRONG! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOMEONE WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ABOUT YOU? ITS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE THAT THEY WOULD DO THIS! DUANE CLOOKEY IS THE ONE THAT MOLESTED HIS ADOPTED DAUGHTER!

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The Machete Incident -So this is how it went down, the truth will set you free. She was in that crazy other person Marie, the mean , almost seemed like a murderer or something bad Marie state. Even when the sweet, loving Marie referred to her in third person , she just called the other personality, "Her" or "She" it was weird. it was like she was ashamed of the other personality, even though it was her , Or she, damn it gets very confusing when she's in that state. It's a state of everything all at once. I was hoping for just a quiet decompression time from the bus ride and time with her and just fun. Yeah usually she was aways T.T.G. and I had some killer shit too. But it wasn't even that. I had even brought her some really cool gifts and stuff from the heart, that I had made. One was a toothbrush holder with seashells and also I had made a cool Jewery kit from 'our ' jewelry making business aptly named "Street Love and Sea Glass".

Streetloveandseaglass was the name both her and I came up with together. We were on the hill by target one time early on in our relationship, and came up with the idea of starting a jewelry making business together. She had always told me about how she knows how to wrap crystals and stuff related to Jewelry, and different ways to make money. What she failed to realize (and I'm not some bad ass show off or show out type of dude!) is that Jey Pizzle has sold a lot of things in his life, everything from pussy to pistols to Prada handbags, EVERYTHING. So he was more than happy and actually had made it one of his goals in life, to have a business partner and wife/best friend/partner-in-crime such as Marie Clara Camp. He even had the email streetloveandseaglass@gmail.com made and still uses it to this day. Street Love and Sea Glass is still a business actually, all you have to do is google it , the number is there and I usually respond within 15 minutes.

The little pink jewelry kit making box had made it all the way from south Texas filled with love, and pliers and a whole bunch of jewelry making stuff. The other Marie( sweet and loving Marie) would have been happy and at least been somewhat interested. - Not this mean MARIE, NO, she didn't even look at the pink little jewelry kit box . She was acting like it was not even there.

So we had sex. and somewhere along the way , after me being there for at least week, during one of our sextimes it felt like I was pushing something in her with each stroke, It was a godamn tampon!!! She was acting like this zombie , the bad Marie. The good Marie was asleep she said when I asked her, because up until this point , we had been getting high and she would go lay down or sleep. So , somewhere during this time, is when the door had someone knocking on it. I wasn't expecting anyone. She was just acting like she was hiding something or she had killed a man or she got caught. A guy she knows named Trevor, came aknocking .It made me wonder- is she fucking this dude too? Well, she told him something and he left. That night , Duane ( the father of her two sons) came and it was odd. I was in the back room half asleep , and she was like whispering in the other room.There was a wellness check done by the police, that sucked fucking dick! I mean here I am, tired and wanting to be left alone, just Marie and I. We had been through so much bullshit. All the bullshit in Asheville , all the bullshit in Syracuse, and everything in - between. It was like I wasn't welcome there. Some by her , but mostly by " them", the police and Duane and Trevor, and her friends. I would have never came up there , had I known it was gonna be like that. She never told them anything good about me, or about any of our experiences. They must have thought I was the reason she had been gone from all of their pathetic lives for so long. ( I would have left too, they all suck). So they wanted me gone , or did they? Because she acted like she wanted me there, or was it the other, " her" ? Who the fuck knows, all I know is that she betrayed me. It really hurt. She was telling them one thing, and telling me something totally the opposite of what she was telling them. But I loved this woman so much, I stuck it out.

So one of the times the police came to do a wellness check, they discovered that Marie Camp had a warrant for a worthless check, from many years before. They told her to just Come into the village court which is equal to a municipal court. It was for some petit ass check from years prior. No big deal, we had been through things much worse. I know I have , and I'm pretty sure Marie had too. Think about the whole journey up until this point. Here I was pouring my heart out to this woman and she just ripped an already fragile heart , right back out of where she placed it many times before, broken and trying to heal. (She has the ability to heal it, But her specialty seems to be breaking it.)

One day , adult services was called. So I made the best of it, even asking him to take us to get some groceries which he kindly obliged , and brought us to the store and back. We even discussed with him the chance of her getting her kids , nothing bad or trying to knock Duane out of anything ( she had issues in the past with Duane and the "Golden Boys " they had in common). Mr. Michaels, the adult protective services guy, was cool. He checked everything out, we had nothing to hide. The kit was safely stowed. And if she said the kids were coming, there would be no more "kit". I remember shaking his hand as he left.

Marie still had this issue of the retained tampon, and it was actually making her sick, (and me too from the smell). I wanted her to go to the hospital so bad. All she was doing was sleeping, causing the tampon to fester even more with germs, which will give a woman " toxic shock", and possibly kill her.

To make matters worse, I had gotten a small sore on the tip of my penis from when I had discovered the tampon. It had gotten infected from being rubbed against the germ- infested tampon. Well, it hurt to say the least, and I was just disappointed with the whole situation. But again, I love this woman so much, I wasn't gonna let anything , Duane, the police, her eight personalities, the tampon, or the freezing cold weather stop us from at least trying to have a normal, happy , loving life together. We had been up for a few days, and she was sleeping for at least two days. I insisted she go to the hospital, she wouldn't because she was scared about the worthless check warrant. I was angry, hurt, confused, and betrayed. She was going to the hospital, one way or the other for that stinking tampon. I had my trusty machete which had been by my side more than she has since we've been together. I had just finished sharpening it, so it was razor sharp. It has a protective sheath that goes over it, and also I had taped extra padding over it. She had said something and we were arguing,it was then ,without even thinking, it was more of a "YOURE GONNA GO TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!" yelling, and a not intended to cut , just force her to get up , swing of the machete sideways . The blade broke through the padded sheath and cut her right on the knee. FUCK! I immediately apologized to her and told her, I did not mean to cut her. which is the absolute truth, because , I NEVER INTENDED TO CUT HER WITH THE MACHETE, I REALLY DID NOT!

Well, the next thing you know , we had to call the ambulance. and I told her, " I'll just tell them the truth" , which would have been better , and I would have gotten less jail time. Because I really did not intend for her to get cut from the machete. Instead of telling the truth ,she convinced me to go along with her story, that she slipped on the porch ( it was icy, slippery, and had an aluminum window frame that was sharp.) and cut herself on the window frame. I call 911 and an ambulance comes. So we go to the hospital,they sew up her knee. and take out the stinking tampon. Everything was cool, we had gotten the knee and tampon taken care of. Maybe now we can go and relax, and finally not be bothered. It was then she started acting very crazy.

The people from the hospital were taking note of this and quickly came to investigate, which resulted in Marie getting forced in a wheel chair and hauled off to the psych ward. while I stood there beside myself. I felt like " Job" in the bible. I had cursed God for all this bad shit that was happening to me. I remember the last memory of me seeing the woman I love more than life itself, helpless and being pushed off by some hospital people that don't know her, me, or our struggle. It's etched in my mind and heart, the last time I saw her, it will stick with me for the remainder of my life, or until I see her smiling beautiful face again in person. It was like slow motion, words didn't need to be spoken, we communicated , really- telepathically, each of us crying to the other "NOOooo!!!!....." and then there was a silence like the gates of heaven had just closed, and I was stuck outside of them, waiting for the devil to come handcuff me and take me to hell in a police car.

I had to act quickly, it was getting cold and I was a stranger in a strange land. The hospital didn't want to help. It felt like I was in Freddy Kruger's ( A Nightmare On Elm Street) hospital , and he had just taken Marie to his fiery furnace , and I was next. The separation anxiety, couple with the fact that I never really got any good time alone without ANY interruption from other people, was causing me to have panic attacks. When I tried to get a ride back to the trailer, the hospital refused. It was snowing heavily outside at this point. So I quickly decided on a way to get admitted, even volunteering to go in the psych ward to be with her. They told me " NO!" , I was devastated, I would have given my life right there ,just for one last hug from my beloved Marie Bear. So I walked out in the parking lot and slipped on the ice, actually causing myself to bleed, nothing like the wound I had caused on the love of my life just hours before this, but enough to where they had to treat me. Everyone sues everyone nowadays, and New York laws are different than any other place on earth. (making it a place where it's a way of life to sue other people, even if they defame your image, or slander). Slip and Falls are the easy way to sue, especially in a hospital. I told them they needed to salt the parking lot and made a slight reference to suing them. Almost immediately, the head maintenance guy was making his presence known and apologizing for it being so slippery. Within five minutes I was negotiating a ride with the triage nurse. They did a complete 180 and even brought me a turkey sandwich and a sprite in a can to drink. The taxi came, and on the way back to her trailer, he was telling me about the the maple syrup production that this area of Northern New York is so famous for. So much sweetness all around me but all I could taste at this point was salt, the salt of my own tears, it was such a bitter taste. Even in the bible it says once salt loses it flavor, "it's no good". I felt so bad, and so alone, Without the woman I loved so dearly, and after all that happened, I felt like I was salt that was so old and used up, it wouldn't even melt the ice I supposedly slipped on. I made it back to the trailer, and three days later the St Lawrence County Sheriff's Deputies came to her trailer- ten deep. you would have thought they had came to arrest John Gotti the way they were acting. I had made the preparations not knowing if I would ever see her again, I wrote a note for her and left it , not knowing if I would ever see her again. The note said, "I love you Marie". I feared that I would never see her again. it was the worst feeling of my life. The note was still there when they toted me off to jail. If she ever got to see it, I don't know, but I wanted her to know that I love her.

When they came, I opened the door just because it was freezing cold and I didn't want them to freeze. prior to them coming, I had everything illegal put safely up. I knew they were coming, I just didn't know when. I had a ride coming the next day to get out of town. The cops came 12 hours before I was to have made my escape from New York. They asked if I "owned a machete?", my answer was this(-because everything you say can and will be used against you-) , I said "IF I HAD ONE, IT WOULD BE IN THE DRAWER IN THE BACK DRESSER". Note the fact that I said "if" , and also "in the dresser" . Without question , they all rushed to the back room of the trailer, as if I was not an American Citizen and we were in Hitler's Germany. With their Gestapo like tactics, they produced the Machete. I never told them they could go back there, and also the machete was thrown way under the dresser, not in plain view. So they couldn't use the "plain view doctrine" that all cops use to go snooping with. The look on their faces was that of sheer joy, like they had found the gun that killed JFK. I thought to myself- " Godamn Marie, you and the godamn tampons, now my life is over" They booked me into the St Lawrence County Jail. At first it seemed like any of the other Forty -something different county jails I had been booked into. It was so cold in the jail that night. Cold physically , and emotionally. They gave me a pair or sweatpants(orange) , a sweat shirt( orange) and the usual blue shirt and pants jail issue blue. Then they brought me to the intake pod. I will never forget how brilliant the moon looked that night, using the jail pen they gave me with the other jail "welcome kit " stuff (toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste), I drew a picture of the moon and stars, and I wrote this - " Even the stars ignored the moon to make it so dark" , it was a metaphor, I was in one of the darkest places emotionally I have ever been in my life. I thought I was actually in hell. What was going to happen to me? and fuck me- will I ever see this woman I love so much? My heart cried out to the moon, praying, wishing that she (Marie) was looking at the same moon from her window at the Claxton Hepburn Mental Hospital ,so she could be that much closer to me. Even though she was only ten miles away, it felt like it was a million miles. It gave me scars emotionally , which I still have today, and probably always will.

[canceramorem]

ADIOS CORPITOS , ABBRAZAME POTSDAM NUEVA YORK

The seperation anxiety was getting the best of me. We'd been communicating pretty much most of the day,everyday. She was in a hotel room that DSS paid for while she was waiting to get into her new place, so she had plenty of time to stay online and message Jeypizzle. Pizzle on the other hand was working, his job performance was slipping downward, slowly, Jimbo and J.D. forgot exactly who put this whole crew together and making money- treating Jeypizzle like shit, and all he could think about was the love of his life and how he could be with her until the end of time, happy and getting her kids on the weekends or whatever was cool. No stress, no problems. He wanted her in every way known to man, and then some. He had to get where she was , and be with her. And when I say "be with her", I mean, he wanted to be with her for the rest of their lives, as in -a soul mate ,a partner in crime , a best friend, lover, and faithful husband. NOT a pen pal- NOT an online friend- Not someone to call for legal advice like, " who's a good lawyer to get" - and definitely NOT a "help you from a distance type of friend." Jey Pizzle wanted an all or nothing, 💯 % , ride or die , not half ass , type of chick.

Jeypizzle had spent 43 years unknowingly in search of his soulmate and partner in life. YUP, you guessed correctly, God had brought her to him on October 9, 2017 . Ever since that fateful day ,his life had never been the same, and it won't be until the day he dies. But folks, you see, the devil is real. He's as real as stage 4 cancer and almost as deadly. You see, the devil did everything in his power to make JeyPizzle die a lonely heartbroken soul. Why? Well, it's really quite simple, because Jeypizzle had a heart of gold. Pure and perfect in every sense of the word, Jey Pizzle had the capability of loving and continuing to love unconditionally for an entire lifetime. Even what most people would consider unforgivable and worthy of hate, Jey Pizzle would love more , even when the unforgivable had been done to him. Pizzle loved the person that hurt him even more. Send Pizzle to jail for two years -MOST PEOPLE=I hate her for doing that. /JEY PIZZLE= I love her even more, I need to find her and apologize. She was cheating on you multiple times with different people. Most people would say -" fuck that bitch" , Pizzle would forgive and say,-" I want to marry her"

This uncanny ability to love for a lifetime would prove to be poor ole Jey Pizzle's downfall. In a world full of venomous snakes, Jey Pizzle was a baby mouse. First the snakes would be nice enough to invite the mouse into there snake house (mobile home) and let him think he was safe and ok, and then the snakes friend and baby daddy, would slither into the picture and kill the baby mouse ( Pizzle). It's a good comparison, because there are people in the world that have the capability of doing things like that. And as you shall see, life can change with the blink of an eye. Other people's lies are just as deadly on someone they love as they are on someone they hate.

So after two months and enough loneliness to make being stuck alone on the moon feel like Disney world, Jey Pizzle did exactly as Maryjane said in Syracuse. Yes sir ,fucking Jey Pizzle went back a third time to New York and the cold and very inhospitable "North Country". He was gonna leave his beloved Corpus Christi, his paradise on earth with warm sunny weather and the Spanish language, and the best "Go" known to man. He was leaving all of this to spend two days on a horrible bus, spend everything down to his last twenty dollars on lingerie(which he never got to enjoy seeing), - to go to a ridiculously freezing place, and look forward to sex with a mentally ill woman that had retained a tampon for at least a few days and didn't know it was still in her. He would quit his job on the island and the perfectly warm weather , to go to a place as cold as Alaska with no jobs. Pizzle was basically leaving his happiest place to go to a place we where happiness goes to die. The reason, well you know the answer already, to be with the woman he loved so dear. The woman who meant everything to him, the love of his life, Marie Clara Camp.

So with about a half ounce of shit, a little bit of money, and the hope of a good future; he bought a bus ticket to Potsdam , New York. Leaving behind what he had grown so comfortable and happy with, he made his last goodbyes, and went in the bathroom at the bus station, chopped up a big line , and started a long 2,000 mile trip. Goodbye Corpus, you are the best place I have ever lived in my life. "Body of Christ" - yeah, I lived in the body of Christ, that's why I already know I'm going to heaven, because I left the body of Christ to live in Hades.. The devil's reach is far and wide, and he got me , yeah, the devil is real. Dont ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

[canceramorem]

Look at the date on this text message, February 9, 2019. It is roughly a week before I left Texas. I had all the proof in the world to show the court. Unfortunately the way our justice system is, they believe whatever they get told by people that aren't in jail. I had left my favorite place on earth ,South Padre Island, to go all the way to fucking Potsdsm , NY. I loved this woman that much , and had been through so much with her, that when she asked , I came . Like I said, I don't stalk. If a woman doesn't want to be with me, then I just go the other way.

@marieclaracamp

[canceramorem]

@duanekennethclookey

@valeriejanegreen

@marieclaracamp

It says she referred to "legal aid" for protection? Why wouldn't she just call the cops? Because she was on the run from the charges in North Carolina, also because none of it is true. They wrote this story to make her out to be the victim, all the while she was using the system to avoid her criminal charges. She used women's shelters and churches to finance her escape from justice, and then used me as a pawn in her highly manipulative game of cat and mouse with the criminal justice system.

[canceramorem]

@duanekennethclookey

@valeriejanegreen

@marieclaracamp

Look closely at the pictures, because I did not go to Syracuse uninvited, she wanted me there. But she is so two - faced...

This picture is from the same place, notice she is wearing the same sweatshirt (Syracuse University). In one picture , she was with me , all lovey -dovey. And in the other picture she is all by herself. That's because she was playing both sides against the middle. Telling Duane that she was all alone, and then turned around and told me she needed me to be with her and that she loved me. The proof is in the text messages. Now if that's not two-faced , then I don't know what is.

@marieclaracamp

@twofacedbitch

[canceramorem]

After a little bit of bullshit, I had to set Scarlett straight. Because there really were people out to get her, get her away from me. And also to keep her hostage to Asheville. I believe it to be the mountains and just the place itself. These mountains are so unforgiving, and the secrets that they must hold. And after all, we were a bad ass couple that were a result of Asheville. The place really is like no other place on earth. In so many ways. Some say its " weird" , well that's an understatement. Asheville will fuck you up and have you coming back for more , as if you liked pain. The pain that is Asheville. Because , when it wants, the place can be down right evil. I mean , look at me. I've left and come back here so many times its like almost a dozen times. And now I am not far away from becoming a permanent part of these hills. Its like Asheville gave me a terminal disease, so I would never leave her again. Yeah, Asheville is definitely a bitch and not a dude.

So , the last time Marie and I would actually be together in Asheville was July 2018, right before her birthday. ( God that just made me fucking cry! OUCH! ) , IT WAS July 7, and we had a filter gathering , you probably don't remember. You were in a different personality, it was actually a 9th personality I didn't even know existed within you. Remember, I said from the beginning, you have 8 personalities, and I knew all eight of them. Ok

HE SAID TO TELL HER THAT SHE HAS EIGHT PERSONALITIES OR ALTER EGOS OR I DONT KNOW WHAT ITS CALLED. BUT YEAH I WASNT KIDDING.I HAVE MET ALL EIGHT. .