An out of control blogging maniac

 Hi everyone, it’s blog-a-thon Friday, I can’t hear you…. What’s that? You think I’ve had enough to write? That is how it does in fact work and the writer’s high combined with my normal reaction to how things are going for me in my neighborhood puts me almost in the range of just a normal extreme depression below any standard scale in the hospitals I can’t afford without leaning too heavily on “the system.”  And who hasn’t secretly always wanted to be part of “the system.”  That is what I have always said all along, and it is on all my personal statements for all the school programs that I did to try to earn even a fraction of minimum wage.  I said, “I would like to be part of “the system,” and now my dreams have all come true. Next I am going to say “I just want a piece of the pie,” only it will be literal strawberry pie that I bake in my supported housing apartment that I am probably going to lose now because of complaining about people trying to give me covid, trying to block me from the elevator, trying to block me from my own apartment door, and playing music so loud in my ears that I have to wonder if they did autism research ahead of time to get the maximum effect added to my already damaged brain that got hurt from working in a bookstore.  A night club? No. a loud factory? No. A bookstore. A jackhammer construction job? No. A bookstore with music that fried my brain because of its volume and its deliberately violating content, personally chosen by Marion and Allison who continued working there after 30 thousand witnesses saw them ruin my life on purpose.  However, the secret messages are saying the district manager named Chris is also a torture suspect at this time.  I have to say that I don’t know on that one, so there must be other witnesses who have already turned in their reports. And she must have worked with lawyers and secret shoppers, so maybe we are waiting on a list of several hundred bad people who are also going to face charges and lose their licenses or social work jobs or whatever it is that people use to attack disabled people with autism.  Wow, that is some absurd comedy that will probably be hard for any jury to believe. So I guess we can expect another life ruining farce soon enough, but not before I jot down some notes for all my real readers 500 years from now. You gotta hate it when your worst cashier turns out to be a Confucius or Hafiz, or just a regular christian with accurate faith that God and all his angels are using global warming to invent new weather because they know they do not have enough lightning to strike the Barnes and Noble up and ups who so nobley and barnfully chose and distributed everyone’s pornography for all those years.