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tues 1 july 2008 Greenfield
Well, it’s seventeen weeks today since the DMH, CSS et alia made a homeless bum out of me. I saw, this morning, the sheriff’s deputy who came and did the evicting. I’ve seen him other times since I’ve been homeless, but never on a Tuesday. My own fault. I was hanging out with someone way too close to the sheriff’s office this morning.
So, Thread Three, for a nameless someone:
Bill, since he was very young, did what had to be done,
no matter the cost to himself. Whatever his faults, and we
know them well, he was brave in that way.
And Thread Two:
Number 24
You took away the love I gave and got. You want me living loveless. Maybe you think your tablets are just as good. You took away the love that was my guide. You want me living aimless. Maybe you think bumhood is all I deserve.Or maybe you think that one like me, so out of synch with average, so at variance with people bla-bla-bullshit, shouldn’t be alive at all.
I’m alive. I breathe, my heart bangs. I am a biology. But what will you poke or prod or prick to see if my soul is living? What do you think loveless means? Could be, you don’t think at all.
Thread One: I saw Bratty (of DMH fame) on the street a short time ago, and the sight so upset me that I don’t have the emotional energy to go on with thread one (the DMH story) right now.
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Update 6 Oct 2009: That person I was hanging around with on the day I wrote this post, hanging around so close to the sheriff’s office that I saw the deputy who had evicted me, was Matthew. He took me to his apartment for the first time on the day I wrote this, but we didn’t stay long.
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