Darkness Until Dawn

  Snoozing on the job, are we? Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Well, yes, orange looks good on you. Well, no, we didn't actually run out of cat treats... clean it up now... 

     So going back to the Drug War and medicalized perfectionism... In the 90s, thinking was a bit different. People were like Autism Spectrum? Asper-what? ADHme? Bipolar reorder? SAD? Seasonal Affective Disorder? Schizo this and that? Dissociate? Psychosis? Red pill, blue pill? Adrenaline?       Maybe I am weird. I learned from the best. Y'all taught me something. Atlanta. Greenville. Charleston. Anderson. MA. Y'all taught me something, right? Maybe it's time to trust that you taught well. To stop hiding behind your locked doors. Maybe keeping people safe can happen out in the community. Maybe my brother isn't actually God. Nor my father. Just maybe. Maybe being the youngest doesn't automatically make me stupid or a fool. Maybe not quite a criminal mastermind either. Maybe having trouble going out in public doesn't make me an atheist. Maybe having DID doesn't make me a demon worshipper or a drug addict. Maybe we really did get into this together. I'm ...

     Science and religion have remarkably different views sometimes. I've known a lot of truly great people. I do know how to fight but I prefer to keep the peace. So if I don't speak you'll have to forgive me. If I don't visit or volunteer, you'll have to forgive me. I'm coming back down from anger. In my own way and time.      Clozana has a way of submerging anger. Of greying the lines and the boundaries. But I am not a robot or zombie, nor inherently evil. You treat someone like an animal, that is what you will get. You treat them like a human being with independent thought and the potential for good will, you might just get that. Now the world can witness the effects of legalized drugs and miseducation. I hope Belmont is paying attention. Before I get to that lawyer point. Because it gets messy. And we got here together. Even the lawyers seem nervous. That says something.      Anyways, back to boundaries and one size definitely does not f...

Ever since i filed those FBI reports the phone has barely whispered. I'm absolutely loving it. I don't know what they did or didn't do. That's the beauty of it. I don't actually have to know. Maybe they checked my devices for malicious code. I swear the damn thing never rings. I've never BEEN so unpopular. It's fantastic. Now, hopefully that printer gets here so I can file those taxes.

I like Instagram. FB is useful. LinkedIn was... frustrating but I may try again. Tiktok is bizarre. Tiktok scares me in multiple ways. snapchat is the absolute worst save dating sites. I have not used YouTube for much more then how to type stuff.  I like Instagram because I find more real world, cleaner stuff (with exceptions). It helps me keep up with whats really happening. For me, tiktok is like crypto or nuclear power or AI... use with extreme caution. 

Edward Ward was a hard man. His stubbornness had led him to a place that not many black men had arrived: the physician's staff of Memorial. His head was bald, his eyes deep, he had a hard skull. He was built like a Mason, but through long hour of study his flesh had contracted somewhat to a lean and wiry frame. He could see. He could complexity in natures. History can be denial so easily. Fear can be resentment in a heartbeat. He knew he had eyes on him, and why not? He didn't exactly fit in. His skin was dark, the color of ebony. But he trusted the system, despite evidence to the contrary he needed to believe. They ran around him, but not over him. They knew better. He had paid his dues. Now he was assigned to the Psychiatry unit down by Memorial. He had lived for a while in a house off the motor mile. Then things got complicated.  She had meant so much to him. They had been through highs and lows. Through so many surprises and setbacks. Helen. He had asked her to marry him. I...

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