Odder than ever...

 Did anyone ever tell you not to speak out against drugs? I am very surprised at the statements from supposedly educated, professional people. Today, the Ombuddsman female I spoke to told me I should not write things on facebook. I told her I may have pissed off a drug dealer or two. But when I I told her that my son almost lost his life to drugs, and that I have been seeing a lot of this around lately, I said I could not keep silent and felt that I needed to. It is just something I can't keep in. I just never lived a life like that, and find it disgusting. I know it may be closer than I'd like, but I have kept it away pretty well, considering. I am just finding that people haven't evolved into what I had hoped after my isolation away from live people for so many years. The covid thing might be new for many, but for me, not much has changed. I am not liking it, and come this summer, bugs or no bugs, (I mean 
Covid), I plan on doing SOMETHING. Trust me, Janie even is feeling it. And it has been taking it's toll on us. They are showing the vaccines on television, but are they effective, what are the risks, and side effects? It all sound pretty uncertain and grim, for sure. 

Let us pray now, for the healing of the world.

Same as it ever was.

Someone posted about adoptive 'parents' getting about 36,000 in payments on children they starved, incarcerated and buried (one buried, anyway). I see the devil in people every day. 

This was so far away from me as long as Mom and Dad with God could shield me. It was all somewhere else. Under a different regime. A different time, even, which was long gone. Now, it's like it came up out of the ground, out of hell, and made them slaves to its venom. 

As far as I go, it's the cigarettes. 

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Well, the great cry continues. The virus, the struggle against freedom, the playing the victim when it's them that are the offender, after harassment, assault, and hatred against Presidential candidates, their supporters, and basically everything they can perceive as an enemy, it seems. It's as if it has come to a time when, all you'd have to do is raise your arm and shout, 'Down with the care bears! They are evil and racist!', and there would be some who would agree. "Fuck licorice!", they'll say. "It's whitey's choice because... It reminds us of rope, and I think you see it when you buy it! So, we must be right because its in our mind!" It's as if the demented modern thought Gastapo has made it a life goal to look as bad as possible to the world, here and in the future when they look back at us. My God, don't loose your hold on me, lest I fall to evil. The ones in the institutions in strait jackets come to mind, fighting with them self and their own head, and believing it might be someone else, and it is only them. And it is over there, what they think they need worry about what the beast has done, and think that becoming one them self is going to to do anything but make a bigger mess somewhere. Maybe if they worry about it, and make it real to them, they can be considered legit. No self, so no self control. Only a worry about someone else's thoughts, and wanting to be a demon-god-police, as existed and they say exists now. God, now is no time to be shy to them. 

Much of what thy do is lie what some of the post on this blog sound like. Mental illness.

My name is

 Hell Knowlton? Trying to make me someone I'm not and don't want to be. 

The battle rages on.

Every day looking to see how many now (cases and deaths) "Should be millions of cases in the US before it goes away). Well, when it gets to be so many, how do we keep our 6 feet distance (don't say when you go under, either, pisspot). Most of the shit couldn't respect personal space before this. Will they understand now? Does reading this piss you off? If so, you're just a weasel. So ignorant and sooo jumpy. I dread grocery shopping. It's like easy peasy, diseasy.

I appreciate the basic things in life. Right now, I've been ruffled so much, I go out of it automatically when someone starts their shit or even approaches. So, understand or choose to be numb. Your choice, I suppose. 

So, what's going to happen after this dies down? More waves of leeches flooding in to suck the droplets from our little one's and our mouths? There might not be enough. We've struggled with your weight already. One can only be host to parasites so long before it gets sick and dies.

                                         The End.

So, don't complain about it until you put your foot down and demand our rights as people. Or, deny those you think you can their rights to thought, freedom and equal respect. 

A.

Ok.

I wish I could soundproof this house. I can't walk without waking Captain Asshole. I don't blame him for being mad, but...it's like you take one step and he's up. And it's softly. It's bullshit.

Earth

Boy, do they ever not know.                                                                                                                      

In my exhaustion through the waves of hell, I have ribbons of hope in the valve of my heart, waving with the pumps.