It's extremely cold... I'm in Cali, and it's extremely cold...
Because this place has no insulation. Actually this place is made with toilet paper and spit.
I'm going to see another therapist on the 24th. I'm not holding my breath there'll be much improvement. County-provided services tend to be way below services paid for either by the patient or by healthcare (depending on the type).
My mother has a letter written from her therapist. She's going to either force the current management company to relocate us, or she's sueing for emotional distress. Along with the letter that dates how long she's been in therapy (over a year), she has audio tapes of the noise levels around here, pictures of illegal gambling on premises, overflowing trash dumpsters, hazardous health conditions, etc. The coup de grāce is the tape of the party leading to the shooting.
I've been here for nine years, perhaps more. It wasn't always like this. The complex was newly relocated (old building, hence the lack of such modern amenities like insulation) and we were, in fact, the first family to move in. But whoever did the screening did a lousy job. The third family in began downfall. Loud music, though at least they confined it to waking hours of the day...
I've seen families come and go, each progressively worst than the last. Now I have one underneath me who like to make my walls vibrate with their music at any time, day or night.
Think they care mom's a heart patient, or that the stress stops me from coding or learning new programming languages? Course not. My respect level would double if they knew what I meant when I said computer program.
I know I've always had a slight emotional problem. Emphasis on slight. It was never this bad, though. Now, after living here, one could perhaps classify me as a danger to society.
...what a hoot.
But for the sake of my family and my freedom, I've confined my violent homocidal and suicidal tendencies to writing.
I wasn't expecting Mo`re out of all this, but whatever works.
Lapses in sanity, sociopathic tendencies, a rather apathetic view towards the sanctity of life and towards religion...
...I guess he was only a matter of time, then, looking at it.
So now, without further ado, I present another Mo`re Moment...
[Warning]
I think it was cold. It certainly wasn't hot by any stretch of the imagination.
Makes me wonder how long we'd been there.
...and stiff, definitely stiff.
Thing wouldn't budge an inch unless I broke a part off.
That would have been stupid, considering I was looking for the other parts.
It's like trying to put a 3D jigsaw puzzle together, only a lot more.. ah... decomposed.
...and smelly.
I wonder if this is the time that it would sink or float? Next time this happens, I should experiment.
...this little piddy went to market... this little piddy stayed home... this little piddy I found in the corner...
Um... let me see... this is a... that's a... what part is this, anyway? Ah well. I'll just toss that. It's like the extra screws you get when assembling a bike.
...there's a religion icon on a chain... cross, if I'm not mistaken. I wonder what sect of Christianity...
...or was it just a fashion piece?
Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name...
I was there when it was written. It's just words. I suppose one could theorize that there is a certain kind of energy humans extend through their faith and belief in these types of things...
...I want a bologna sandwich.
There's a... oh! The left thumb! Almost through!
...whoops. No problem, we'll use glue... hey, I didn't say your head could fall off! You know how much toruble I had piecing that back together...??
The kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven...
I'd like to know when I became Death's assistant... or maybe I'm making him work overtime. Now that would be funny. A little payback for ignoring me.
...I think that index finger goes on the other hand...
I wonder if I could get away with artistic license.
Give us this day our daily bread...
That part was redundant. I tried to tell them, but nobody listened to me...
...and forgive us our debts...
I've too big a bill to ignore, I would think.
...as we forgive our debtors...
Never in a million years until I'm the one cold, dead, and in the ground, or a thousand ashes spread out to sea. I'd like for them to try living this long without reprieve, watching the world around you get closer to hell until it surpasses the "dreaded" damnation of souls. Hah! Real hell... that's in living... or being forced to come back.
...someone remind me not to hold a body part when I'm upset. Ick... I don't think I can put that back together. Well, not like you're going to be having any kids anyway...
...I'll use putty for the hole.
...voila. I have successfully rebuilt... something. Okay, this tears it, I'm going to take those anatomy refresher classes. This does not look like the original.
Ah well, I'll just break it down and put it in the garbage disposal.
...without the cross. It'll just mess the machine up...
...as always.
