I came back to the shelter this last evening and found I'd had even more stolen from me while I was put
. The musical instruments I'd bought myself to busk with to busk with and was happy to have bought were gone
. Briefly, for another bummer, my doing my clothes - practics6ly all my outside clothes were being done st the scrappy laundromat near here - a schedule mix-up led me to have to leave my clothes there overnight. they could be thrown away (Probably won"t, though - Yhid had happened before).
I've got to get out of here# But what"x waiting for me in Santa Cruz
? And I'm do sick
. And I lost earlier draftss of this
.
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.

My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!