So back to binding and loosing. Sunday. Went to Harvest. Made some connections there...some old grandma friend holding Jackson, a cute little baby boy. Then cigarette stomping. Then to Nancy's Jake's mom for a Tupperware pricing party. Split it all down the middle, and divided by 666. Had ended up with a zero balance on food stamps at mom's bakery the day before at Reece and Ray's IGA in Laurel, the Locomotive town. My mom paid $9.99 on her debit card and purchased cottage cheese and potatoes. Receipts stapled by my own hand.
Back to Sunday. After Nancy's I went to Casmur Assisted Living. The evening almost ended in a cop car...well it did. And I yelled in a cab care to a toothless cabbie over the airwaves about ending abortion. But that was after I had ripped out page Psalm 19 in a bible by following notes from coworkers...that had me push over "Shelby," an old man in a wheelchair that had been crippled since 19. Also Randy and I traded places spiritually because he was 90 percent burnt in a horrific accident at 19. He had burnt himself with gasoline. He's in his 60's now. We laughed while we were doing it and I tried to take his black shoes but he wouldn't let me because I had some black pearls in between us. I gave him some of my hair! Then there was Trish, a very large and in charge woman...I offered her a waffle maker to make 50 waffles a day, so she could lose weight and told her not to be mad at her best friend who worked there who is a dike...her name is Courtney.
Anyway so my boss showed up...and by that time I had destroyed the house and was wearing a Texas Roadhouse plastic bag for a top. Socks from Lea, black and I had used the q-tips of a deaf man, Ed. Also when I had arrived it was found John had about a hundred bottles of liquor in plastic and cigarettes in his room...three coworkers left me with the mess, including Paradise. I worked the perimeter of the house and cleaned it up. I found a homemade pot pipe left by Dale I presume under a painter bucket and moved some bricks around amoung other things. In the living room Jake with his umbilicus pointer showed my what to do. Yes I had unbuttoned a button and discovered he had a hernia just like my friend Mr. Keith Good. And Shelby said I wouldn't remember a lot of it and I don't. I was watching Disney like a baby on the couch when Connie came in. We did a dual assist to get him back in his wheelchair. I remembered Maria's native white girl Eden watching Lion King at 19. So the my boy called a yellow cab for me.
I grabbed my black pearls and had on my blue Montana State Sweatshirt by this time. Maybe vice versa on when the shirt came back on. I had my keys but I had taken off on called the master. I had destroyed the med room and put all my stuff in a black bin...including a closed shot of what I later found to be Invega which had made me dead inside for a year. So I skipped to the cabbie. He messed with me just the right way, so I started punching him. My boss Steve Cassidy helped restrain me. The cops came...I vasilated between being calm and the resisting...but funny I don't have many bruises though it all hurt...even the cuffs gave me a memory. In the cop car, Jake was playing me a country song. Everyone was playing along.
At the ER. Two shots each leg. I said do it I don't care. I noticed my Nehus tattoo was my wristband this time. I never got a hospital band. I was restrained.
TBC.
Back to Sunday. After Nancy's I went to Casmur Assisted Living. The evening almost ended in a cop car...well it did. And I yelled in a cab care to a toothless cabbie over the airwaves about ending abortion. But that was after I had ripped out page Psalm 19 in a bible by following notes from coworkers...that had me push over "Shelby," an old man in a wheelchair that had been crippled since 19. Also Randy and I traded places spiritually because he was 90 percent burnt in a horrific accident at 19. He had burnt himself with gasoline. He's in his 60's now. We laughed while we were doing it and I tried to take his black shoes but he wouldn't let me because I had some black pearls in between us. I gave him some of my hair! Then there was Trish, a very large and in charge woman...I offered her a waffle maker to make 50 waffles a day, so she could lose weight and told her not to be mad at her best friend who worked there who is a dike...her name is Courtney.
Anyway so my boss showed up...and by that time I had destroyed the house and was wearing a Texas Roadhouse plastic bag for a top. Socks from Lea, black and I had used the q-tips of a deaf man, Ed. Also when I had arrived it was found John had about a hundred bottles of liquor in plastic and cigarettes in his room...three coworkers left me with the mess, including Paradise. I worked the perimeter of the house and cleaned it up. I found a homemade pot pipe left by Dale I presume under a painter bucket and moved some bricks around amoung other things. In the living room Jake with his umbilicus pointer showed my what to do. Yes I had unbuttoned a button and discovered he had a hernia just like my friend Mr. Keith Good. And Shelby said I wouldn't remember a lot of it and I don't. I was watching Disney like a baby on the couch when Connie came in. We did a dual assist to get him back in his wheelchair. I remembered Maria's native white girl Eden watching Lion King at 19. So the my boy called a yellow cab for me.
I grabbed my black pearls and had on my blue Montana State Sweatshirt by this time. Maybe vice versa on when the shirt came back on. I had my keys but I had taken off on called the master. I had destroyed the med room and put all my stuff in a black bin...including a closed shot of what I later found to be Invega which had made me dead inside for a year. So I skipped to the cabbie. He messed with me just the right way, so I started punching him. My boss Steve Cassidy helped restrain me. The cops came...I vasilated between being calm and the resisting...but funny I don't have many bruises though it all hurt...even the cuffs gave me a memory. In the cop car, Jake was playing me a country song. Everyone was playing along.
At the ER. Two shots each leg. I said do it I don't care. I noticed my Nehus tattoo was my wristband this time. I never got a hospital band. I was restrained.
TBC.
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