nccotus

it is my civic duty to write this post.

in 1995 I saw how DC pitched stuffed to California and Hollywood processed it as a film.

I saw how things were processed in psych wards.

recently here on TBH 1 I got a polyurethane keyfob from crafts and posited it as the key to an imaginary “fric a frac” in the hallway near the hallway and asserted that it was for the Latinos. I wasn’t able to resolve that.

it relates to my time on EACU Sacred Heart Allentown run by Latinos both Puerto Ricans and Mexicans that I have been unable to resolve.

as far as Trump’s and the comedian’s comments on the “garbage dump” I have to a point to some longstanding unresolved business going back to a Partial Hospital Program in Florida where a fellow patient interceded with a comment about a ”barge” in response to my offerings.

Here in PA it all collected and gathered, some 10 years later, as a synthetic dump of shit marred by charcoal and constipation on an unwelcome barge refused at every port.

as I “ambulated like a chimp” trying to get up onto the high bed in the cardiac ward on my my estranged, clutching hands and feet, my right breast also was a casualty. And my eyes.

the woman in the other bed was an old Hispanic grandmother whose son was protective. I listened to them as well as I could, I do not speak Spanish. It was the strangest night.

the nurse came at me with a needle in the middle of the night but I woke up. Was she really trying to kill me?

everything was weird after that.

Obama was on tv playing golf as the black town in the South was in crisis and news reporters in the Middle East were being crucified and beheaded.

then the Lamictal overdose not long afterward and I was all but dead.

somehow all this interior garbage in my life, mind, heart, and soul reflects what is going on today with these weird remarks by Trump and the comedian at Madison Square Garden about garbage.

what happens and what is said and done on psych wards percolates. And I have written about this stuff…