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Free Landers

They tell us it is the land of the free. But you’re only free to be just like the rest. If you do not buy into the mass marketing of culture and religion then you are one of them. If you are one of them that it is the job of all good free Landers to hunt you down and make you pay for your crime of individuality. Here love is something you buy and God is something you sell. The pusher man tells you what to think and the dead minds teach your children to listen to violence and drugs. We are the land of the free but watch your backs or they come in the night to make you vanish. If they think you know something then water-boarding is the new hand shake. United in nations under the dollar they will fly over your lands and make you submit to democracy. A Starbucks on each corner is the price of your collective souls. You think the criminals that roam the streets are angry and full of hate; then you have not seen the cops yet. One man said once that one day a good rain will come and wash all…

Going off about moral codes and manipulation threw religion

That long night.

I held him as he cried that long night. I told him he was going to be alright and it was will be over soon. Before that he was crying out to God to make the many demons go from him. I could see his pain and wanted it all to end. I wanted to make him know he was loved and God had not left him. He yelled out that he was lost in an endless plague of pain and suffering.

The voices told him to do things that he knew where wrong and he asked me why would they not be quiet and where was God in all of this. I told him he was right with us and he loved us. I told him he would not abandon any of his children. Then he told me that God was telling him to hurt himself; to do unspeakable things. I told him this is not God talking and it is not a demon. I told his this was his own fears and dark feelings that we all have inside.

He cried for help many times that night and I was there for him and so was God. In the end it all came down to the fact I was alone and he was me. If God did not allow me to s…

Storm Mar 11, 2011

Depression You Can Win

Mom is doing well :)


OK strange on... I closed the blog and email account and youtube account for gaymoosejaw a couple of years ago as the project was going nowhere. So I just did a Google and found the blog is there again somehow. I have no idea how to close it as the email account linked to it is dead so there is no way to log onto it. LOL Oh well...

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The Police Where Here Again...

Once again the police came to knock on the door of apartment #21. In the past month and a half the cops have been here quite a lot looking for him. I so with they had booted him out the time he was yelling and screaming in the halls that night. His personality seems to be one of someone who is deeply disturbed. When he was so drunk and loud that night, the manager was talking with him and he was all over the place emotionally. First he was mild and meek then he was loud and aggressive. Later he was completely out of control and threatening. Several people heard him make a threat to me that night and I recorded it – you can find that 2 posts back from this one.

We pay a lot of money to be here and they want people to think it is a nice building to stay in. For the most part this is true. No one else in here has a problem with anyone. But #21 is the odd man out. He seems to think that intimidation and violence solves problems instead of making new ones. He does not belong and the sooner …

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