Category: Altered States

“But this is intolerable ‘cruelty.'”

“The air filter draws in more fumes, and the boxes absorbed so much..

Inside cabinets in kitchen and bathroom…

Inside closet and flowing thrrough any wall opening and door/windows opening.

So much for this being a non-smoking community.

The clogging stench of ash tray reek is suffocating.

I feel quite illl near to vomiting, now frequently.

I need to leave – escape to better lodgings.

Yet, still, I keep unpacking and sorting.

Don’t people throw away everything once it’s exposed like this?

I can’t, but keep on dealing with this..”

(Title of multiple meanings)

“They were tying up my injured wings, anyway.”

“To get it, they limit your income, keeping your nose pressed down into poverty – and take it away the moment you make anything beyond that penance limit.”

“Struggle and toil…

Struggle and toil…”

“It is difficult to be anyone’s priority when one has always been seen as their provider.”

“If those bouncing springs above me are a couch or a bed’s mattress being bounced upon, but either way…”

“It SUCKS!”

“It is VERY ‘disconcerting’ to come home from the laundromat with somebody else’s bonus sock – and my few towels and clothes now with bleach and other stains on them!”

“Three weeks ago, I was told I qualified at last for a first service.

Then I went to an office to finish the paperwork and update the other paperwork for a second service.

Then, I was told to go fix something at a third service the next week by the fiirst service – which I did – and I also had to go back to do more paperwork on the second service because the prior week’s efforts triggered more questions, so that’s week’s efforts and precious gas expense weren’t enough.

Then, the first service communications completely topped and connections disappeared, no matter any diverse attempts to contact.

Second service disconnected help despite compliance due to limited staff not processing paperwork properly, so today on the phone for hours and maybe it will be reactivated.

A fourth service last week said come back this week.

Meanwhile, third service is still in the mired cogworks.

However, I just now got a call from a hard-working advocate that second services will be restored – but not until tomorrow, and now reduced.

“I already did this depression sh**!

Did it…!

Lived it…!

Crossed the fe-cking threshold –

Mo-ving On!”

“Of Toil…”

“Having to watch your dog’s every straining efforts’ productions so that you make sure to pick up every piece of poop so that no one has to step on it.”