back to banal politics as usual

left to die of a poisoning combined with heat stroke on an ALF in Reading, PA.

it’s sort of like me and my father.

no matter what he tries to do, there is no way he is able to give me a stone. A parent just can’t. The Lord doesn’t let him. He always works it to the good.

similarly, no matter how they set out to harm me on this floor or in my room at this ALF on the order of a higher authority, the natural welfeasance proves through a better way. Someone came to clean my room and woke me up from a heavy sleep that would have left me dead. I struggled through the rest of the day but here I am, safe and sound at the end of the day.

the heat has broken through a sudden storm. And I have had to relinquish my cigarette; otherwise, I am in the pink.

who knows about tomorrow and even tonight; but for right now it is well.

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