Learning the taste of poison and so forth has changed what I do. Not for the feint of heart? What did that mean when they said it.
It means I have a lot of language skills. lol
It also means it's scary at times....which times I say?
Just watch your local mind brain benders and it's all I need....ur, not really. Hences, the code, you have thus seen so far.
The code is long and a winding road. Gets a bit lonely but it's worth a while younger. lol
Laura: Atlast The bipolar american.......ized again.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Don't change a Thing! Spare Change
What would I change about me? Or you
change me?
It's been a long time, I know, 50 years
of great luck, and I've heard those words “I wouldn't want to
change anything about you” people have actually said that to me.
Usually these people have known me less
than one month.Either that or they were asleep at the time.
I seek to find the truth, but more so,
the truth for and about me. Change would depend on what I find.
Others however are ready and willing to change me regularly.
My friends even put up a plaque at
their house which is a bit of a slap, and maybe the truth too: “A
friend is someone who knows all about you, but likes you anyway.”
You see what I mean? A put down that
makes them look good for having me as a friend. They put this up
after a conversation about “me” and I see it all the time, and
just wonder. What exactly would they want to change about me?
Specifically, this information could
help me. I'll just become a conformist, learn to fit in, and die with
no memory and no truth.
I was in the grocery store and some
fucking song kept playing/repeating, “I don't want to change
myself.” There was a lull, and I spoke out loud, “I want to
change me.”
Everyone started laughing, which didn't
make me feel good. Then they were, “aw, you don't have to change.”
Then I argued the case.
“You don't know me well enough to
realize the breadth of change I am in need of. I'm really needing
some change. Ask anyone”
“Give it a month and you won't be
able to stand me. It's an ugly reality.”
They defended me against myself.
“Your not that bad.” (Could have
been a better try there, but nevertheless)
“You're fine.” (What the fuck does
that mean? Fine enough as in a “fine wine” or “fine chick” or
“getting by” just fine. ?)
I vehemently argued against there
platitudes, bored, still insistent on this changing myself thing.
Into what?
I suppose I would make my mouth shut
for longer durations, without spitting out every thought onto the
pavement.
I'm sure others would agree, but they
also want me to stop being “unpredictable.” This is both what
some call my “genius” and others my stupidity.
Never knowing what I'm going to do, or
pointing out obvious truths to deluded masses, out loud—in
writing, then you become like me: An urban legend.
Yes, it's impossible now to even fathom
what some certain people would want me to do or where I should go,
but it's also about things I never did and never would do.
I may be crazy, but I'm picky about my
crazy.
Bi-polar chic, we call it around here.
Methodical would be the word. Not
maniacal, though I can be, there is a method to my madness.
It appears though, that right now, it's
time for some change. I was hoping to simply change the world, now
it appears to be more of a challenge of doing something about me.
Since everyone I know seems to either
want to change me without openly saying it, but definitely trying to
impliment suggestions. Seeded with this corrected thinking, what
would become of me?
And everyone knows I'm simply a riot
waiting to start. Rodney King couldn't do it better.
It's true.
I was discussing the hospitals in Kern
County, and realized I have had an “incident” at most hospitals.
There is no where here in this county for me.
One hospital may-lee included being
thrown onto a marble floor as I tried to leave. Grabbed and shaken,
definitely stirred, a nurse woke me after I took a dose of my own
medication. Security guards, police and finally Elvis got the hell
out of the building. All Because I took my own meds.
Though I must say the Rural Health
Clinic in town KRV, “cleared” me for a visit. It took a week of
gut wrenching decision making, but finally they called and I was
among the priviledged who are allowed to make an appointment.
Which I did.
I was precise that I was there to clear
up the thyroid and the growth in my nose. Now, the growth is bugging
me, and the thyroid is questionable, as those pills taste just like
sugar. But I cannot take the Seroquell.
Oh yes, my recent secret weapon against
my “abundance of energy” causes leg cramps and jumpy legs.
Horrible stuff.
The Doctor at Rural Health yelled to
the nurse, “StAt!!”
I just stood there kind of surprised.
Wondering what was so important. He tells the assistant. “Get her
in with a Psych immediately.”
Mind you, I had not said hardly a word,
just listening. But apparently, my Urban Legend, had arrived.
He chose not to prescribe anything for
the psych, rather to alarm everyone in the office that Laura Hart was
out of viable Psych meds.
“Yeah, that's great.”
The doctor, who is a first timer, never
seen or spoken to me, has put the whole health clinic on alert as if
I've climbed a fence or dug out of Alcatraz.
So, I wonder what would he change about
me. Probably everything.
He told me at one point, that he is a
“woman's doctor—I”m a gynecologist” he declares. Like I give
a fuck, and being a woman it should be vaginally correct--but he goes
on to explain that he cannot satisfy all the needs of a crazy
bi-polar. I swear he said it just like this:
“I take parts out and I put some back, it depends, I stretch or tuck,” he really said this. The point I don't know, but I am going to watch my parts around him.
“I take parts out and I put some back, it depends, I stretch or tuck,” he really said this. The point I don't know, but I am going to watch my parts around him.
So, I'm sleepless, restless, and it's
true, I have nothing but street drugs, or marijuana, to help me
“hold on” thru this stat crisis.
Have a great day and don't think the
people around you are planning your change of life....they really
are.
Laura Hart—the Bi-polar American
Sunday, May 19, 2013
The Lights in the sky at night: My attitude
I've been jotting down a few of the stories that come with a serious romance with the truth. IDK, but it's a jolly good thing I have a sense of humor. It's also best to really deconstruct the thinking tracks and lay a little fresh iron.
I have been filming, only for my own data finding tour, and reading and seeing all sorts of new items. New experiences, Charlie Brown. In the environment. Glasses to "correct" my fawlty sense, are no longer the only reality, or primary source of percieved info.
So, with that vagueness I proceed.
UFO: Road side assistance.
One morning in search of something unknown, but relying on faith and boredom, I set out in the 5150 mobile, up the side of a mountain. A long and windy road.
Earlier in the drive I had no memory of hitting a tree, stalks sticking out of the hood over the engine, Side view mirror gone.
Now I had a different issue, my tires were spinning in the dirt, becoming deep and silty. I got stuck, then backed into a ditch.
I"m sitting there, barely a moment, thinking, "oh shit, no one knows where I am, I don't have a phone, and I'll only bury the car by continuing the effort.
My destination seemed to be before me, a walk was possible, as I had become restless with the secrecy. I can feel this, whether I or anyone else cares, likes, judges. It's just happening, as in the famous, "Inspector Clouseau" movies, "The pink Panther."
I hadn't been stopped when suddenly a small truck was behind me. Guy, clean cut, just clean looking, told me I was in a ditch. I could feel the mindfuck.
"You're in a ditch."
I"m looking at him, "yeah."
Then he askes who to call, I say, "know one." He called the CHP. Got back in the car and suddenly they were gone.
NOt a couple minutes later came the CHP.
With instruction and the use of a huge off road vehicle we pushed WAlter and I up on the road. Had us turn around of course, so we left, and drove around realizing, that was some dam good road side assistance.
If I were caught somewhere else, the CHP would not have came rushing to my aid out in the middle of knowhere.
But thanks. Really.
The truth is what it is. An ever ending series of questions, suggestions, causes, effects. If you ask me what I believe you'll find, "not much." This is Bi-polar country, riding these tsunami waves of existence, change a constant reminder of the flimsy bits left of a whole map or history.
This blog contains bread crumbs, as we know that gosh darn memory problem associated with age and diet related causes, forgets simple items such as hitting trees with a car. Where does it end with memory, our own controls, or no control?
Get me Some GINKO Biloba baby.
lol
Hope all who suffer with these ugly scenarios arising out there begin to effectively deal it a just a better attitude. The truth not a welcome visitor for most of us.
It's my attitude that the truth permeate anything that remains false.
May cause stomach upset, or it did for me this week, when I say we each have to pardon ourself for mising the most obvious. Pride goeth before a fall or even pratfall, as it should.
Thanks to all those who attempt truth in compassion and communication.
Laura Hart, The bi-polar American
I have been filming, only for my own data finding tour, and reading and seeing all sorts of new items. New experiences, Charlie Brown. In the environment. Glasses to "correct" my fawlty sense, are no longer the only reality, or primary source of percieved info.
So, with that vagueness I proceed.
UFO: Road side assistance.
One morning in search of something unknown, but relying on faith and boredom, I set out in the 5150 mobile, up the side of a mountain. A long and windy road.
Earlier in the drive I had no memory of hitting a tree, stalks sticking out of the hood over the engine, Side view mirror gone.
Now I had a different issue, my tires were spinning in the dirt, becoming deep and silty. I got stuck, then backed into a ditch.
I"m sitting there, barely a moment, thinking, "oh shit, no one knows where I am, I don't have a phone, and I'll only bury the car by continuing the effort.
My destination seemed to be before me, a walk was possible, as I had become restless with the secrecy. I can feel this, whether I or anyone else cares, likes, judges. It's just happening, as in the famous, "Inspector Clouseau" movies, "The pink Panther."
I hadn't been stopped when suddenly a small truck was behind me. Guy, clean cut, just clean looking, told me I was in a ditch. I could feel the mindfuck.
"You're in a ditch."
I"m looking at him, "yeah."
Then he askes who to call, I say, "know one." He called the CHP. Got back in the car and suddenly they were gone.
NOt a couple minutes later came the CHP.
With instruction and the use of a huge off road vehicle we pushed WAlter and I up on the road. Had us turn around of course, so we left, and drove around realizing, that was some dam good road side assistance.
If I were caught somewhere else, the CHP would not have came rushing to my aid out in the middle of knowhere.
But thanks. Really.
The truth is what it is. An ever ending series of questions, suggestions, causes, effects. If you ask me what I believe you'll find, "not much." This is Bi-polar country, riding these tsunami waves of existence, change a constant reminder of the flimsy bits left of a whole map or history.
This blog contains bread crumbs, as we know that gosh darn memory problem associated with age and diet related causes, forgets simple items such as hitting trees with a car. Where does it end with memory, our own controls, or no control?
Get me Some GINKO Biloba baby.
lol
Hope all who suffer with these ugly scenarios arising out there begin to effectively deal it a just a better attitude. The truth not a welcome visitor for most of us.
It's my attitude that the truth permeate anything that remains false.
May cause stomach upset, or it did for me this week, when I say we each have to pardon ourself for mising the most obvious. Pride goeth before a fall or even pratfall, as it should.
Thanks to all those who attempt truth in compassion and communication.
Laura Hart, The bi-polar American
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
KVHD under FIRE, Repost
Books of books, notes are notable and will be shared with all the truth seekers and speakers soon coming here to you!
Enjoy the Latest Response to the Kern Valley Healthcare District elder abuse outcome....
(This is better voice related, I'll get back to you on that audios amigos)
It's like a Whose "HUGHES" of the news on elder abuse, after Gwen Hughes, the final defendant and lowest totem on the pole, recieved the stiffest sentence in the Kern Valley Healthcare District, elder abuse criminal case.
With Dr. Hoshang Pormir slipping thru the court "missedum" picking up his "not to do" list recently, followed by former KVHD CEO and political poles dancer, Pamela OTT, as she held her hand out palm side down this time to be slapped--last one out is a rotten egg.
Ott and Pormir were both sentenced on conspiracy charges (endangering public health) rather than the original elder abuse codes which were dropped in lieu of the "justice light" charges of this brigade from the California Depart-meant "to do" justice lead by Attorney General Kamala Harris.
Jerry Brown, former atturnkey General, now Governor of the state of mind that elder abuse "of the worst kind" was committed, divorced himself from those claims best used in campaigns and not court rooms.
The first two defendants were treated to a "buzz kill" or "stern talking to" before being handed over to the probation department--for three whole years. (wow) They also have to write "I will not drug and kill the elderly" four hundred times on a chalkboard.
Ouch!
There are different motivations for elder abuse, but it usually involves financial gain.
THe KVHD example of elder abuse shows there is a senior discounting on the oversight and justice par tof this bargain of a deal: protecting the innocent.
Politically motivated, Gwen Hughes, former KVHD director of Nursing, for all of six months, became a henchman for the group of administrators and board members hiding their already troubled Skilled Nursing Facility.
Evidence shows a trend toward understaffing the nursing home, which meant more infusion of cash into the operations and dehydrated patients the result.
Hughes was sentenced to three years jail time and in a few more years, as she is getting older, could be rolling to a senior living apartment near you. Though she has had to relinquish her nursing license forever more, and keep a distance of at least two bus stops and a senior center from anyone graying at the temples--WE do realize she will be aging and they won't be able to stop the potential for more senior predation.
Some people prefer to close the case, calling it just another example of lack of caring, or truth, but some never forget.
I could go on and on, and I will....in another post. I'll keep you posted for part three in the series "Whose Hughes in elder abuse."
Laura Hart-The Bi-Polar American
Enjoy the Latest Response to the Kern Valley Healthcare District elder abuse outcome....
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
The DOJ aded: A department of JUST US report
It's like a Whose "HUGHES" of the news on elder abuse, after Gwen Hughes, the final defendant and lowest totem on the pole, recieved the stiffest sentence in the Kern Valley Healthcare District, elder abuse criminal case.
With Dr. Hoshang Pormir slipping thru the court "missedum" picking up his "not to do" list recently, followed by former KVHD CEO and political poles dancer, Pamela OTT, as she held her hand out palm side down this time to be slapped--last one out is a rotten egg.
Ott and Pormir were both sentenced on conspiracy charges (endangering public health) rather than the original elder abuse codes which were dropped in lieu of the "justice light" charges of this brigade from the California Depart-meant "to do" justice lead by Attorney General Kamala Harris.
Jerry Brown, former atturnkey General, now Governor of the state of mind that elder abuse "of the worst kind" was committed, divorced himself from those claims best used in campaigns and not court rooms.
The first two defendants were treated to a "buzz kill" or "stern talking to" before being handed over to the probation department--for three whole years. (wow) They also have to write "I will not drug and kill the elderly" four hundred times on a chalkboard.
Ouch!
There are different motivations for elder abuse, but it usually involves financial gain.
THe KVHD example of elder abuse shows there is a senior discounting on the oversight and justice par tof this bargain of a deal: protecting the innocent.
Politically motivated, Gwen Hughes, former KVHD director of Nursing, for all of six months, became a henchman for the group of administrators and board members hiding their already troubled Skilled Nursing Facility.
Evidence shows a trend toward understaffing the nursing home, which meant more infusion of cash into the operations and dehydrated patients the result.
Hughes was sentenced to three years jail time and in a few more years, as she is getting older, could be rolling to a senior living apartment near you. Though she has had to relinquish her nursing license forever more, and keep a distance of at least two bus stops and a senior center from anyone graying at the temples--WE do realize she will be aging and they won't be able to stop the potential for more senior predation.
Some people prefer to close the case, calling it just another example of lack of caring, or truth, but some never forget.
I could go on and on, and I will....in another post. I'll keep you posted for part three in the series "Whose Hughes in elder abuse."
Laura Hart-The Bi-Polar American
Friday, March 29, 2013
Com-part-mental Case...Stand up for comedy.
My sister has called me out to take up some stand up comedy, and I just wonder if anyone is really ready for me to humorize the horrors this blog rails against regularly.
I'm sure my mind would not mind a good clearing of all the material collecting over these almost 50 years of life.
That is true, I have a lot of stories which are usually quite interesting...lol
Being a mental case who recently returned from a stay at the Hotel Aurora bore my ass off, I am considering that I had a strong attraction to the idea.
My recent foray into CODE talk, I have wondered if there are those who will get my humor. Recently my cousin told me she was concerned I was talking my new language code.
I had hoped they would ignore it, and just get what they get. lol
My good friend who hung up the phone while I was early practicing the metaphor/pun/rhyme time, asked me if I was going to begin again. Now she misses the depth, I must seem boring again.
It's the irony, regular kind, but I guess we will see.
My Sis and her Video?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVGQAIsOb38
On the surface, I'm a language lazy type of writer. But put me in the metaphor department and I'm a shopaholic.
I guess it's time to measure the comedy circuit and find out if it's ready for me....
Competition is not an energy I revel in, but I'm willing to dump or unload some of this dust covering my bowl.
Let's see...
My sis predicts the bay area will have an earthquake, is she a Nostradamas of the new age?
She also has strict rules for English speakers if you want to check out her opinion page of Youtube vids.
I'm sure my mind would not mind a good clearing of all the material collecting over these almost 50 years of life.
That is true, I have a lot of stories which are usually quite interesting...lol
Being a mental case who recently returned from a stay at the Hotel Aurora bore my ass off, I am considering that I had a strong attraction to the idea.
My recent foray into CODE talk, I have wondered if there are those who will get my humor. Recently my cousin told me she was concerned I was talking my new language code.
I had hoped they would ignore it, and just get what they get. lol
My good friend who hung up the phone while I was early practicing the metaphor/pun/rhyme time, asked me if I was going to begin again. Now she misses the depth, I must seem boring again.
It's the irony, regular kind, but I guess we will see.
My Sis and her Video?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVGQAIsOb38
On the surface, I'm a language lazy type of writer. But put me in the metaphor department and I'm a shopaholic.
I guess it's time to measure the comedy circuit and find out if it's ready for me....
Competition is not an energy I revel in, but I'm willing to dump or unload some of this dust covering my bowl.
Let's see...
My sis predicts the bay area will have an earthquake, is she a Nostradamas of the new age?
She also has strict rules for English speakers if you want to check out her opinion page of Youtube vids.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
FRom AMnesiA to Allzheimers: What the hell was that?
I've wondered for a while, that we seem to come to this world with amnesia, nothing but an empty brain?
WE have no idea where or how we got here.
Then we go thru life, battling memories, habits, spoon fed instructions, and then we are all losing that information as alzheimers is the next memory eraser.
So, what can we expect to know? Our experiences, just faded memories, and then we use our memory problems to avoid responsibility for unpleasant things.
"No, I don't remember that happening."
Even if the other person has some record of events, for which there is some certainty, this person with the memory gets dissed for being so damn stubborn.
"I think you have mistaken something," or "I have no idea, but whatever you say," are usually the responses.
I would be glad to join the gang of memory bangers. How can I lose this memory so that I can live in this beautiful world, of glorious generosity, compassion?
Psych meds are on my menu, and hopefully, I can get more that will make me normal.
Laura Hart, or who knows, I can't remember my own name. lol
WE have no idea where or how we got here.
Then we go thru life, battling memories, habits, spoon fed instructions, and then we are all losing that information as alzheimers is the next memory eraser.
So, what can we expect to know? Our experiences, just faded memories, and then we use our memory problems to avoid responsibility for unpleasant things.
"No, I don't remember that happening."
Even if the other person has some record of events, for which there is some certainty, this person with the memory gets dissed for being so damn stubborn.
"I think you have mistaken something," or "I have no idea, but whatever you say," are usually the responses.
I would be glad to join the gang of memory bangers. How can I lose this memory so that I can live in this beautiful world, of glorious generosity, compassion?
Psych meds are on my menu, and hopefully, I can get more that will make me normal.
Laura Hart, or who knows, I can't remember my own name. lol
Monday, March 11, 2013
BRidgiN the Division Between ATOM AND EVE.....
Women, and history is our time this month. lol
WE are quite a group of wonderful people, who want only to family, and friends, the world around us. Good stuff, though we have been tormented a bit too much, we are hearts of gold, who continue to be leaders, even when they are continually told it's a n uphill battle.
WEll, battle that axe, as we are a nation of women, a full plate on the table of feeding life it's best stuff. Mothers are lovers and how we share this is our gifts.
May we use our new perspective as the leaders, not the tossed, dumbed down, blondes, of yesteryear, of sex symbology, and we bring our full monty to this endeavor.
Openly, I'll tell you, in my life of Unaccepted behaviors, I was told, I was not okay, as I was not a male or even a female. In the middle I rose to my own region of being woman, and hearing me roar. lol
My life saw it's time of the lowest totem on the pole, as a woman, I was not of this higher marky, I was the lower. So, I fought the rumors, that I was less.
Celebrate your female trail of amazing, awesome, history. It's yours.
Men, have yet to get the set up, and would hold their own, as a competitor, rather than united, in the sexual harassment of each other.
Set it down, let it go, as we are EQUALIZED, and the Prequel is the section of the erection of a new symbol.
Ovaries and Uterus, are the natural setting. THen the fall out becomes a penis, a scrotum, not a totem, and the origins needs a reputation of change.
Those who suffer the Fallic syndrome, hang on, there's more to this story, than a thin ego.
Women's HIstory Month, let's make history.....Together.
Laura Hart----The Bipolar AMerican
WE are quite a group of wonderful people, who want only to family, and friends, the world around us. Good stuff, though we have been tormented a bit too much, we are hearts of gold, who continue to be leaders, even when they are continually told it's a n uphill battle.
WEll, battle that axe, as we are a nation of women, a full plate on the table of feeding life it's best stuff. Mothers are lovers and how we share this is our gifts.
May we use our new perspective as the leaders, not the tossed, dumbed down, blondes, of yesteryear, of sex symbology, and we bring our full monty to this endeavor.
Openly, I'll tell you, in my life of Unaccepted behaviors, I was told, I was not okay, as I was not a male or even a female. In the middle I rose to my own region of being woman, and hearing me roar. lol
My life saw it's time of the lowest totem on the pole, as a woman, I was not of this higher marky, I was the lower. So, I fought the rumors, that I was less.
Celebrate your female trail of amazing, awesome, history. It's yours.
Men, have yet to get the set up, and would hold their own, as a competitor, rather than united, in the sexual harassment of each other.
Set it down, let it go, as we are EQUALIZED, and the Prequel is the section of the erection of a new symbol.
Ovaries and Uterus, are the natural setting. THen the fall out becomes a penis, a scrotum, not a totem, and the origins needs a reputation of change.
Those who suffer the Fallic syndrome, hang on, there's more to this story, than a thin ego.
Women's HIstory Month, let's make history.....Together.
Laura Hart----The Bipolar AMerican
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Look around there are bread crumbs for alll......
Sweet is the final treat......
Tho the TRUTH has had a sideline of the IMAGINESSLESSLY redone playing field, I CALL "Ponzi's final stand.' Or Pyramid, shell game, whatever you know, feel under all this painful Realization.....
No ONE has to choose this Filed feild made to slant to the Dante side of an InfERNO.
READ on, as TRUTH, will be here and it ALL ready is--was--will . lol
More!
(Having a BLAST dancing. Why Mike JAcksOn must be a mentor. Sho this soooooooon! Roger that Rabbit?}
Tho the TRUTH has had a sideline of the IMAGINESSLESSLY redone playing field, I CALL "Ponzi's final stand.' Or Pyramid, shell game, whatever you know, feel under all this painful Realization.....
No ONE has to choose this Filed feild made to slant to the Dante side of an InfERNO.
READ on, as TRUTH, will be here and it ALL ready is--was--will . lol
More!
(Having a BLAST dancing. Why Mike JAcksOn must be a mentor. Sho this soooooooon! Roger that Rabbit?}
unnnnacccccceptable behavior......my story
hell----ooooo,
we SPOKE OF THE strange CIRCUMSTANCES, THAT brought me to this word, nOT world.
iT
IS
mine, mAYan STORY......
BORN This WAy......
WEll, let us BEGIN, the tale of the TIGER, as it's a hanger onner. NEVER will I let it go, until, it's TIME is UP.
STart......
I was born in the HOLLYWOOOD region, West LA, but it was VIA a home for unwed mothers. My birth was something of a quizzical event: came out on my feet.
It's the best way to get a head and a start, program.
ALSO, I flew around, YES, can you even IMAGINE? My mother did something that was not her fault, she did not BELEIVE. I could prove, I could show, but it was her job to make sure I was not doing these odds balls things that could be witnessed.
BUT I DID.....
It gets bettter, let's see how much you want to know..........MORE!!
BUt
we SPOKE OF THE strange CIRCUMSTANCES, THAT brought me to this word, nOT world.
iT
IS
mine, mAYan STORY......
BORN This WAy......
WEll, let us BEGIN, the tale of the TIGER, as it's a hanger onner. NEVER will I let it go, until, it's TIME is UP.
STart......
I was born in the HOLLYWOOOD region, West LA, but it was VIA a home for unwed mothers. My birth was something of a quizzical event: came out on my feet.
It's the best way to get a head and a start, program.
ALSO, I flew around, YES, can you even IMAGINE? My mother did something that was not her fault, she did not BELEIVE. I could prove, I could show, but it was her job to make sure I was not doing these odds balls things that could be witnessed.
BUT I DID.....
It gets bettter, let's see how much you want to know..........MORE!!
BUt
HATW else is in this HAT, CAT?
YOU are Pushing my GOOD sized, or SUPEr SIZE ME, OH< PLEASE< I cannot and WILL NOT. PERIOD, have one, ENJOOY it?
Let me knows, as I'm so DAM nosey.
QUICKEN YOUR BOOKS< you know WHAT do To. llllllllllll
Let me knows, as I'm so DAM nosey.
QUICKEN YOUR BOOKS< you know WHAT do To. llllllllllll
tahw si NI THE wATER?
aFTER A FEW DAYS OF tests OF MY hOME, i FOUND IT SO DARNED, SOCKED IN, SAM i am.
fIRST, MY heater HAS air conditioning. what????
mY thyroid PILLS, are sugar< I FINALLY TRIED IT ALL.
give me and mayan kind a sense of what the next se{ptS WILL be!!!!
wHAT ELSE DO i know.......truth, IT'S MY ONLY MAJOR leageues UNDER THE see> lET'S GO AHEAQD, i'M LIMPING, BUT THEN AGAIN, SOMETHING HAPPENED ON DUH WAY TO THE for mine< nOT yours.........
CALL ME WITH SOME REAQy WEEK and OH SO meek, I will NOT, NO, MORE, weight training is my current STATIC counter. I"m actively raqdio, listen and hear, and RE-dun dance this, and the TRUTH, I'm WIFI.
Laura GENUINE Hart ATTLAST.......You know, no LESS, only MORE. CLEAR?
fIRST, MY heater HAS air conditioning. what????
mY thyroid PILLS, are sugar< I FINALLY TRIED IT ALL.
give me and mayan kind a sense of what the next se{ptS WILL be!!!!
wHAT ELSE DO i know.......truth, IT'S MY ONLY MAJOR leageues UNDER THE see> lET'S GO AHEAQD, i'M LIMPING, BUT THEN AGAIN, SOMETHING HAPPENED ON DUH WAY TO THE for mine< nOT yours.........
CALL ME WITH SOME REAQy WEEK and OH SO meek, I will NOT, NO, MORE, weight training is my current STATIC counter. I"m actively raqdio, listen and hear, and RE-dun dance this, and the TRUTH, I'm WIFI.
Laura GENUINE Hart ATTLAST.......You know, no LESS, only MORE. CLEAR?
WHat you see and Do Not SEE.......
Why it's AMAZING to find that there is something so SIN ister, that it is also just as foooooolish to Assume, that there wood not be a RESponSE.
Here
it
is
..........
Where is your GPS sending you?
Where is LA?
Do you feel it's TRUTH?
Ask, don't FEAR {FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL) it's an implant and your being potted.
If this sense it makes, then I'll eXceptionally, take it.
MORE SOON< we HAVE no QUALMS, only.......88888888fjfjfjaslodjf;ahf;oiehf ij;aoihiuhfh;ref hjhfa;hakjh;eorhqieuroerugniuha;oija;kdhgpier'pgja;gh;oiHGA;GIUHS;OGIJ;AOIGHJN;AIG;AOG
Here
it
is
..........
Where is your GPS sending you?
Where is LA?
Do you feel it's TRUTH?
Ask, don't FEAR {FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL) it's an implant and your being potted.
If this sense it makes, then I'll eXceptionally, take it.
MORE SOON< we HAVE no QUALMS, only.......88888888fjfjfjaslodjf;ahf;oiehf ij;aoihiuhfh;ref hjhfa;hakjh;eorhqieuroerugniuha;oija;kdhgpier'pgja;gh;oiHGA;GIUHS;OGIJ;AOIGHJN;AIG;AOG
Monday, February 11, 2013
FOX NEWS..........BIll's ORILED
How's the TRUTH?
It's on and it's not HGOPINHG anywaherers...............
It's on and it's not HGOPINHG anywaherers...............
HI< there to MAyAN KInd.........
ONe things you should KNOW< it's NO!
USE that WORD, in a sense that you NEVER have afore.
I"m going to be in touch, and reach out, don't touch someone or it's mME, you deal and wheeels, with.
GOT it?
LATTST
USE that WORD, in a sense that you NEVER have afore.
I"m going to be in touch, and reach out, don't touch someone or it's mME, you deal and wheeels, with.
GOT it?
LATTST
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
AREA 5150: The latest RABbit WHole RePorts.....
It started as a wander lust thru my whole rabbit, rarebit, rare be it, called a Lie fe.
UNNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR......
My sister was hardly dilated ready to give birth, as I was standing around the birth center, the control of reproductions, awaiting the new arrival my nephew. She was being Induced to labor, so we had time to chat.
This was almost 25 years ago.
After a particularly painful con-traction, she suddenly looked at me and seriously ordered me: "Never tell my children about your childhood!"
I felt the shame, roll, thunder down me. Rejection, dejection, all that Jazz. It was the usual for me.
It's a moment, however, which stuck, as I was "shut up" in my life something of a question mark.
Late last night, after much soul seering searching, I am READY to bare all. lol
THE STREAK
Last week, or I name these DAZE, days----Strongs---as I hold to the TRUTH of who and what I am---I asked if I was the only one who wanted to get nekked and run thru a stadium?
One kid answered the call, "YES!"
Love that Enthusiasm, I DO!
But he suddenly quashed the notion, as he got Concerned about the CON-game-sequences of such a feat of fearlessness.
"Yeah, but what if they tackle me--take me down?"
BAIT AND TACKLE SHOP
He's right, this is definitely, without questioning my own HIGH marks, on this test, an empty basket of cases who are mentally challenged to see the MISSING pieces.
"Yes, you're correct, they would." I told him truth that this world is the ENEMY of fun and Chocolate.
For example, Last Saturday, a night on the empty street, I wanted to dance to a song on the radio. It was past midnight, no other cars in sight, I checked.
It was Flash dance, and this girl wanted enough room to dance as my legs hit the car as I jumped around. Rainy weather made it an even better surface for this dancing jig, as I was up, NOT on the cheap drugs of this life, or booze, or nuttin' honey, justing feeling good CHEER!
When I hit my stride in the slippery street, two headlights appeared out of nowhere. BUZZKILLERS. lol
I was shimmying and shaking, singing, springing about, my friend's daughter ready to leap and bound with me, when the lights headed towards us. With a mind full of Con-cerns clouding my moment--the lights were on in the car? But what if the cars driver is not paying attention?? so I GAVE up my dance and got back in the car.
We drove still playing the song, but now being tail-gated. Just about at our turn, to the house, the flash dance turned into flashing lights in my rear view mirror. The Sherif of the town, Murphy, lol, has pulled me over.
LICENSE AND REGISTRATION
"What were you doing?"
"I was dancing...." (Interrupted)
"How much have you had to drink, ma'am?"
"Nothing."
This was too much for him, and he began to question his own nose, or knows.
"I can smell the alcohol."
"You can?" I wondered, how weird.
He took my license, demanding an explanation for dancing, that would have me agree that there was something UNNACCEPTABLE about my BEHAVIOR.
I gathered my registration, my insurance proof, and guessed by his attitude, we would be unduly delayed for dancing.
THEN THERE WERE THREE
One after the other came, as this officer of the ILLAWGICAL could not get it.
Girls, some of us, just wanna have fun. And it appears this is not a popular vote. With Jails full of addicts, substituting nasty habits, for true fun, they were trying to label me.
For the first time, since I am a manual BALANCE system, my inner ear destroyed by the antibiotic Gentamicin, I would face this disability. Let me explain--My inner ear supposedly, I'm told, senses my body in space in time. when I move, so does the whole environment, visually. Kinesthetic sense, lost, so when I close my eyes, I supposedly have no balance in the dark.
I offered breathalizer, and blood, but they would not accept this offer of proof. I would be required to put my feet together, close my eyes, and tilt my head back. I have been manually operating my own system, but questioned that if one day in the future, I had to test this, what would happen.
Well, since there were three patrol cars, headlights pointed at me, the light was such it helped--went right thru my eyelids. I braced, somewhat daunted still, whether or not, I could do it---I took my feet, clapped my ankles, closed my eyes, and leaned back.
With my disability, I would have Fallen, but the light was with me, as there is FALLENDARITY for the lucky ones, as I steadied and made them question there own suspicions. I simply verified that my suspicions make more sense.
If I had fallen, as I should have based on the balance system, there would have been lawsuits, as the ambulance chaser lawyers, would suddenly befriend the lowly disabled, dancing, fool I seemed to be.
TOO SMART
Another test employed to make their case that there was something WRONG with me, was follow the pen, and heaven help you that you flinch or move your head. THE pressure was on to pass with my disability not flying.
It was too funny, I readied up for this ball point pen in my car window, as I was Instructed quickly, but sternly, NOT to move my head, only eyes, and follow his pen.
Just as we got across, him trailing the rolling writer in front of me, the length of my window, I guess, he perceived I moved my head.
Trying to help him, I explained, "I may still have some nystagmus. Let me try again."
"What, what are you talking about." The Sheriff's don't have MEDICAL lingo, so he didn't know it is an eye issue associated with inner ear destruction.
In my effort, as all things this world tend to be, I attempted to explain to him the disability. Where I was cut off and con-fronted as being "too smart."
Too drunk, too smart, too happy, Forthright in answering questions, offering Proof of blood or tests, but NEVER just okay.
DISABILITY LICENSE PLATES
My car has disabled placards, and someone asked if the police were aware of my disability. I again, suggest, to the apparently "HIGHLY suggestible" that I was questioned at least three times, as to the nature of my disability.
These plates, were ordered more than 10 years ago, and the only numbers, given to me, (a natural hand, as poker lots draw it) 5150.
Sooooo, the plates, were there screaming, "DANGER TO SELF, DANGER TO OTHERS" a false representation, a POLICE CODE, allowing them to hold someone.
IF they had been able to see past their own code, and listen for the truth, as I told them I had no BALANCE system, they may have stopped the insanity.
IN THE END
My friend's daughter had a large, anxiety pimple on her forehead, and her mother had to vouche for my safer. There was a Addendumb---They didn't trust me, so they held my car at the station, until I could get even more sober, or somber, or whatever their goal was.
BuZZ Kill Light year, has a Woody for me.....I've got the stories.
Laura Hart----The Bi-Polar AMerican????
Meet our new site: AREA 5150
Update soon....lol
UNNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR......
My sister was hardly dilated ready to give birth, as I was standing around the birth center, the control of reproductions, awaiting the new arrival my nephew. She was being Induced to labor, so we had time to chat.
This was almost 25 years ago.
After a particularly painful con-traction, she suddenly looked at me and seriously ordered me: "Never tell my children about your childhood!"
I felt the shame, roll, thunder down me. Rejection, dejection, all that Jazz. It was the usual for me.
It's a moment, however, which stuck, as I was "shut up" in my life something of a question mark.
Late last night, after much soul seering searching, I am READY to bare all. lol
THE STREAK
Last week, or I name these DAZE, days----Strongs---as I hold to the TRUTH of who and what I am---I asked if I was the only one who wanted to get nekked and run thru a stadium?
One kid answered the call, "YES!"
Love that Enthusiasm, I DO!
But he suddenly quashed the notion, as he got Concerned about the CON-game-sequences of such a feat of fearlessness.
"Yeah, but what if they tackle me--take me down?"
BAIT AND TACKLE SHOP
He's right, this is definitely, without questioning my own HIGH marks, on this test, an empty basket of cases who are mentally challenged to see the MISSING pieces.
"Yes, you're correct, they would." I told him truth that this world is the ENEMY of fun and Chocolate.
For example, Last Saturday, a night on the empty street, I wanted to dance to a song on the radio. It was past midnight, no other cars in sight, I checked.
It was Flash dance, and this girl wanted enough room to dance as my legs hit the car as I jumped around. Rainy weather made it an even better surface for this dancing jig, as I was up, NOT on the cheap drugs of this life, or booze, or nuttin' honey, justing feeling good CHEER!
When I hit my stride in the slippery street, two headlights appeared out of nowhere. BUZZKILLERS. lol
I was shimmying and shaking, singing, springing about, my friend's daughter ready to leap and bound with me, when the lights headed towards us. With a mind full of Con-cerns clouding my moment--the lights were on in the car? But what if the cars driver is not paying attention?? so I GAVE up my dance and got back in the car.
We drove still playing the song, but now being tail-gated. Just about at our turn, to the house, the flash dance turned into flashing lights in my rear view mirror. The Sherif of the town, Murphy, lol, has pulled me over.
LICENSE AND REGISTRATION
"What were you doing?"
"I was dancing...." (Interrupted)
"How much have you had to drink, ma'am?"
"Nothing."
This was too much for him, and he began to question his own nose, or knows.
"I can smell the alcohol."
"You can?" I wondered, how weird.
He took my license, demanding an explanation for dancing, that would have me agree that there was something UNNACCEPTABLE about my BEHAVIOR.
I gathered my registration, my insurance proof, and guessed by his attitude, we would be unduly delayed for dancing.
THEN THERE WERE THREE
One after the other came, as this officer of the ILLAWGICAL could not get it.
Girls, some of us, just wanna have fun. And it appears this is not a popular vote. With Jails full of addicts, substituting nasty habits, for true fun, they were trying to label me.
For the first time, since I am a manual BALANCE system, my inner ear destroyed by the antibiotic Gentamicin, I would face this disability. Let me explain--My inner ear supposedly, I'm told, senses my body in space in time. when I move, so does the whole environment, visually. Kinesthetic sense, lost, so when I close my eyes, I supposedly have no balance in the dark.
I offered breathalizer, and blood, but they would not accept this offer of proof. I would be required to put my feet together, close my eyes, and tilt my head back. I have been manually operating my own system, but questioned that if one day in the future, I had to test this, what would happen.
Well, since there were three patrol cars, headlights pointed at me, the light was such it helped--went right thru my eyelids. I braced, somewhat daunted still, whether or not, I could do it---I took my feet, clapped my ankles, closed my eyes, and leaned back.
With my disability, I would have Fallen, but the light was with me, as there is FALLENDARITY for the lucky ones, as I steadied and made them question there own suspicions. I simply verified that my suspicions make more sense.
If I had fallen, as I should have based on the balance system, there would have been lawsuits, as the ambulance chaser lawyers, would suddenly befriend the lowly disabled, dancing, fool I seemed to be.
TOO SMART
Another test employed to make their case that there was something WRONG with me, was follow the pen, and heaven help you that you flinch or move your head. THE pressure was on to pass with my disability not flying.
It was too funny, I readied up for this ball point pen in my car window, as I was Instructed quickly, but sternly, NOT to move my head, only eyes, and follow his pen.
Just as we got across, him trailing the rolling writer in front of me, the length of my window, I guess, he perceived I moved my head.
Trying to help him, I explained, "I may still have some nystagmus. Let me try again."
"What, what are you talking about." The Sheriff's don't have MEDICAL lingo, so he didn't know it is an eye issue associated with inner ear destruction.
In my effort, as all things this world tend to be, I attempted to explain to him the disability. Where I was cut off and con-fronted as being "too smart."
Too drunk, too smart, too happy, Forthright in answering questions, offering Proof of blood or tests, but NEVER just okay.
DISABILITY LICENSE PLATES
My car has disabled placards, and someone asked if the police were aware of my disability. I again, suggest, to the apparently "HIGHLY suggestible" that I was questioned at least three times, as to the nature of my disability.
These plates, were ordered more than 10 years ago, and the only numbers, given to me, (a natural hand, as poker lots draw it) 5150.
Sooooo, the plates, were there screaming, "DANGER TO SELF, DANGER TO OTHERS" a false representation, a POLICE CODE, allowing them to hold someone.
IF they had been able to see past their own code, and listen for the truth, as I told them I had no BALANCE system, they may have stopped the insanity.
IN THE END
My friend's daughter had a large, anxiety pimple on her forehead, and her mother had to vouche for my safer. There was a Addendumb---They didn't trust me, so they held my car at the station, until I could get even more sober, or somber, or whatever their goal was.
BuZZ Kill Light year, has a Woody for me.....I've got the stories.
Laura Hart----The Bi-Polar AMerican????
Meet our new site: AREA 5150
Update soon....lol
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