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The shit has just begun, my skin is crawling right now.
I think that the ages here range from 16 supposedly to 60-70’s.
67 something people
All different bodyguards
I am now working this god damn kitchen crew (green)
We have to find the order of the society
I’m itchy as shit, my eyes hurt
Zucker, I think that I wanna cruise the oceans like a Somalian pirate
Anger is so much a component

Written by dkjohn

February 9, 2011 at 11:30 PM

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Split-Second Ramblings

Even the man with the magic pen couldn’t begin to ameliorate the inconsistent chatter in my head. The man and the yellow pad with the fish began tinkering around within the inner sanctum of my mind, but alas he too failed. I want to know so much yet cannot get one thing down as hard as I may try. I know so much yet only bits and pieces of the ground picture. A black hole is as singularity in space, Ellen Ripley was the heroine of that [twisted] and central Alien franchise, Chubbs couldn’t play golf on the PGTA Tour because a damn alligator bit [his] hand off, and Ameer, Amir, Amer, Ahmere, is the prince-type figure who has rule of an Emirate in the United Arab Emirates, I have…

Written by dkjohn

February 7, 2011 at 11:30 PM

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5 Core Concerns

5 Principle Core Concerns:

Appreciation (recognition of value)
Affiliation (emotional connection to others)
Autonomy (freedom to feel, think, or decide)
Status (standing compared with others)
Role (job label and related activities)

Written by dkjohn

February 4, 2011 at 12:00 AM

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DUI

Written by dkjohn

February 1, 2011 at 9:34 PM

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We Are Done

Written by dkjohn

June 1, 2010 at 10:07 PM

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Days in Recovery

Post-entrance drug of choice = booze, pills, uppers, downers, really anything we can get our hands on.

Day 1: Drug of choice = what’s left in our systems, the hangover because it gives us some comfort.

Day 2: Friendship and cliques, the only way to get through is to have another person to cry to.

Day 3: Animosity with the staff

Day 4: The big countdown that you must immediately neglect for your mind will not allow time to flow.

Day 5: Remote isolation is the name of the game.

Day 6: Mood swings so severe that someone asking you the time or weather [forces] violent thoughts

 

 

Written by dkjohn

May 31, 2010 at 8:57 AM

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salad fingers

Written by dkjohn

May 13, 2010 at 10:42 PM

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