“That the small diffuser has now absorbed the smell, so is thus magnify-recycling the ashtray presence in humidity activated with original intention to help aid breathing easier??”
Category: Society
I Feel So Ill
“From this cigarette ash deluge exposure.”
Well,
“I’m gonna have to take things to a next level with this poisoned housing situation…I can’t live like this – literally.”
“Loving Care”
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The Algorythm: Pause & Reflect (Adult Language)
What’s The Difference?
Faith
“It is not bound by conscriptions of society.”
Jaw Clenching
“Agitation.”
And Then,
“The power is cut off for some reason, thereby shutting off any internal electricy such as light, cooking, and air flow modulation – and neighboring smells increase and come into my unit from all atound due to the construction zones large air large hole’s suction below.
Am I Not Supposed To Care?
“That this once pleasant unit is the one that I had specifically chosen when forced out of my home in desperation?
And now my body and all of my belongings are ash tray soak-choked, while I am offered the pittance of a smaller unit, further displacement into undesirable orientation and more exposure to increased road noise and infiltration of privacy without any loss compensation?
BTW, what’s to stop the same issue from happening at the “new” unit, when the untended factors are still going unaddressed in their influence?”
(On The Run – From Movie Time Cop 1983)
Some Satisfaction
“I figured out why the ash smell is getting pulled into my unit, but not the source of the smell.”
(Turn It Down v3 – Kaskade)
Hesitant Hearts
Upon Points Of View
“Selfish and selfless are dependent.”
Hope Vs. Control
At The Races
I Try To Flex,
“But this is intolerable ‘cruelty.'”
Choke Hold
“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)
Fine…
“They were tying up my injured wings, anyway.”
Longterm Aid
“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.”
Be Wise
Truth hides in lies
Where compromise
Resides due to alibis
One Of Those Days
“Struggle and toil…
Struggle and toil…”
Helping Hands
“It is difficult to be anyone’s priority when one has always been seen as their provider.”
I Don’t Know
“If those bouncing springs above me are a couch or a bed’s mattress being bounced upon, but either way…”
As A Matter Of Fact,
“It SUCKS!”
I’m Sorry, But
“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!”
The March Of “Progress”
“Cares not who or what gets trampled underneath.”
Did I Mention?
“This last weekend, a lovely home owner allowed me to dig up runner strawberries that had escaped from her yard to add to my mobile garden’s replenishment.”
A Three Weeks’ View
“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.
“WEEEDS!”
“Ma’am, did you know that your garden is harboring some fugitives?!”
“Overlords”
“They do not ask nor question, but assume and acuse.”
Hey!
“I already did this depression sh**!
Did it…!
Lived it…!
Crossed the fe-cking threshold –
Mo-ving On!”
Levels
“Of Toil…”
“Crappy” Responsibility
“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.”
(Closer To The Edge – Thirty Seconds To Mars)
Word Of The Day: Pebbling
“Today is my first time hearing of this word that describes the action of someone who loves you sending little notes, pictures, etc., as a form of affection because something lovingly reminds them of you during a 24 hour period.
They are coining this as a type “neurotypical” behavior that is positive, but possibly misunderstood by “normals.”
I thought that this type of consideration was just a way of indulging romantic nuance behavior – so I guess that they are saying that romance is neurotypical?
Who are those emotionaly critical analysts?
Monoculturalists?”
Primal Truths
When she drove past the masjid, she often felt betrayed by how she had really been treated.
But then she remembered the day that she prayed to their version, and was reclaimed by a panther’s spirit.
Love & Kindness
Big Mouth Flappy-Yappy
“Do you want your life to get better?
Then get off your a** and make it better.
Already doing that and ‘sh** out of luck?’
File your complaints, push back – and then, again – get off your a** and do something about it.”
Living, In It
“Somewhere between the cogs of the machine with its greasy, gritty, tarlike oil builtup stale and rusty-dusty from the tears of so many generations before us as its gears grind onward, hungrily waiting for each one of us to slip and fall to our own demise of being dragged under and ground up as grisled lubricant while life gets compressed and squeezed out of us…
Somewhere in this hellish mockery of an “advanced civilization,” we must learn at first how to just merely survive, and then, if we figure out how to generally predict the system’s patterns and practice how dodging and weaving to avoid succumbing, we can – despite being unwilling victims – thrive.”
And Furthermore,
“We have been taught that creating space and taking time for love is a form of ‘weakness’ – and even, at times, tantamount to sin.”
Propaganda
“We have been told that to stay alone and cultivate one’s individuality is the height of accomplishment.”
Sacred Union
Cod-ex
While they sifted for meaning, she sought for the source.
The Wound
“It’s still there…
Telling us that we must be less than what we are, to be loved.”
Divine Feminine
Nothing Seems “Fun”
“Everything is just work…toil…effort…struggle…!”
