Darkness Until Dawn

I can't go back to the past. My body is not what it used to be. I can't keep shooting for the moon. I have to let go. move on. Stand alone. Smaller goals. My memory is not... cohesive. I remember. I can't recall. But I've got plenty of help. They won't let me down.

I don't know where the future goes. I just know it can't be like the past. I have to think about the good eggs. I'm trying to think of the good people. The people in the middle. I have a lot of thinking to do. Things to do, people to sue. Potentially. That's why I need to think. Not something you do lightly. I have to think about what's best and what's necessary. Keep people safe. From God complexes with rx pads. Anyways, just by staying alive, I warn people about liberal medicine. So I'm going to be quiet for a while. Just post, medical, mind my own business... catch up with friends, take a vacation from perfectly irredeemable. I'm trying for the middle. Just ok.

I've been spending a lot of time looking in the psychological mirror. I hope we are all doing likewise. Because I firmly believe that some of these experts who have pointed out that people do not accomplish things on their own, but in combination are right. That SDOH was flagged for a reason. Individuals or even groups within a community are not the end all and be all. We sink or swim together. That requires everyone to have a voice. I'm not the only one with rough edges. I'm not the only one who gets defensive. I do like the occasional luxury. But unwanted luxuries bring unwanted pain. Use of threats and force is not helpful. Maybe if all the Angries back off, then it doesn't have to be that way. I'm not great at communication. But instead of further contemplating suing people from SC to MA, maybe people can just mind their own business. Certain people can stop stealing from other people. Certain other people can find their own peace. Even other people can work on ...

I can't actually be shared between Italians and Americans, Conservatives and liberals, Doctors and patients, men and women, unless people get a grip and stop being so controlling. 

Now that I supposedly have FBI protection and the attention of public health, I have to jam up the program. Stop the med train in Greenville County. That means talking as much as possible while I still can. 

Hello Can you hear us Am I getting through anew? Hello Is it great here? There's a prescription that was mine Are you sure I'm here alone 'Cause I'm Trying to explain Something's fucked I just don't sound the same Why don't I Why don't I Find some pride Or go outside Kiss the pain Whenever I need me Kiss the pain Whenever we're gone too long If your eyes feel empty and greedy Miss the pain And wait till I'm gone Keep the times We're under the same lies If the light's As empty for me as for you If you feel You can't wait till morning Ban the scripts Hello Do we miss me I'm told you say you do But not the way I'm missing truth What's new? How's the volume? Does it echo now and then? You sound so close but it feels like you're so far Oh would it mean anything If you knew What I'm left imagining In my times In my rhymes Would you know Could you grow Eat the pain As you fall And are disturbed. Think of clozapine The...

 My Allergies keep changing. Now I'm allergic to Good ol' boy doctors and narcissistic personalities.