3 hots and a cot…

so doctor you diagnosing me with some type of mental disease because my family and union are jealous of me and want me to give some more love but intimate love with my spiritual family and i can’t qesution Father God’s intimacy as if i am the sexual deviant that been denying my bodily grief of being a “crack/coke baby” and have some type of surgery when i was two.

but, being born with some type of mental disease i was born with and first being dianosed as ADHD and give “crystal meth” in capsule form was a great study tool to help me study for my written and physical welding examination as a millwright carpenter #1607 apprentice after driving truck as a change in dream and fulfilling being a truck driver.

Fulfilling our Dreams

Yes, perhaps the jealous family and union and religion(s) can’t stand I acheived my practical dream before i was 30. it actually was in 2001(?) when i got my certificate of achievement from cerritos college for Web Master and i had to withdraw because of lack of resources.

Anyways, I went into the Navy Reserve but a family member told me the truth and said she lied to a Navy Officer of being “homosexual.” ugh, to be sexually harassed since i was a child having the motto, “sticks and stones may break my bones, (err, me thinking, but this harassment will break you baby fuckers).”

and then, trump’s comment with women, “grab her by the pussy.” err, trigger moment for me and my PTSD and it’s getting worse in the psychosis department. don’t worry be happy i never was a violent or suicidal person after seeing my friends and some family commit it. but, really after acheiving my more practical dream of trucking. my first was when i was in first grade at a long beach orchestra. so, trucking adventure singing to music and practicing from beginning music classes begin and ended but nonetheless, my democratic entitlements allow me to collect. err, “free load” to use trump’s derogatory languange. and my trigger inappropiate question to the LGBT(QIA+) is, “hey mister! do you want lick my shit from my bunghole with your pee pee?”

“hey mister! do you want lick my shit from my bunghole with your pee pee?”

umm, to my coke father, “if you admit doing rails off of ass what makes me think you didn’t do rails of a man’s.”

back the title of this blog

after being blamed by telecare in bellflower, ca for being evicted i now finding little thankful resources and “being happy.” as if i never was happy. i remebmer trucking moments of complete laughing joyful bliss and some people thinking i’m high on drugs and all i say, “yeah, that’s fucking right, “LIFE.”

so its nice when i get taken in and being able to express politely my mental patients rights of no medications as Telecare i am thankful for them helping me take the holistic no medication route since before 2015.

yeah, psychiatric hospital are cleaner and safer if you can get over the dictating control of the educated dumbasses with their lame graduate degrees in mental health and my family, religion(s), and unions exploiting me for what most religions and Free Masonry, “rite of passage.”

I guess through the mixed of sexually harassing me and exploiting me they forgot if you love me so much that you “pee pee likes to lick my chocolate cave of wonders,” that you claim i am delusional t drug me. what type of psycotic psychiatric doctor is for the family and religion and not the so-called mentally diseased patients.

so fuck off telecare I will keep calling and keep asking these questions even though you are not able to free load off my medi-medi.

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