Consternation, Constraint, Abandon

Just managed a cup of tea, and my last piece of fudge, how much longer I can sit up and google attorneys with the appropriate blocks of text for paralegal intake, this is an issue of lung function, physical pain, keeping it and my contempt together under wraps. Worry about location later, just find a damn lawyer, find one, as if my remaining chances in life come down to creative loopholes in statutory regulations.

Liberal Caucasians, confronted with the reality of my contorted frame, react with concern: "You going to be okay?" As if I was the personal responsibility of the Ulysses instructor for contributing to his financial security, with the compassionate staff Shylock (ouch), hovering not five feet behind him to whisk the olive green cripple back on the street-- an unfair, not entirely inaccurate characterization-- so the young painter with the marine buzz cut head could treat me to something hot, the Jamacian orienting me, grounding me back in time, to when I started to transfer to the couch in my university apartment and Jerry leapt, like a leprechaun, grabbing my arm, as if I was going to fall. "You okay?"

They leave it to the Africian Matriarchial Nanny to wield the truncheon, and thunder, "you will live the way we tell you or I'll put you right back in the nursing home. You are not a human being, but a child, and if my minority kindred threaten, harass and sexually abuse you, you are an appalling monster to dare throw that back in my face!"

But unlike Liu, I live in a democratic republic, and my overregulated lack of privacy, lack of choice about where I wish to reside and with whom, oh, its not a progressive failure that has destroyed my health and well being over the course of 26 years. If I want to leave, then there is the shelter for the homeless, whose eyes will light up "a whitey has fallen among us!" while they shiv me, unwittingly curing the pain in my ribcage that has been ongoing since Liberty canceled my services because anger at molestation and humiliation is a threat to freedom, as is accountability. Back to bed, were it a mercy to perish swiftly.

This may be ambitious, at least for the undead, but an expose on Duane Morris would be interesting, following the money, how the firm and PCA keep each other affloat at my expense. It is not easy coming up with the type of attorney who would foot me through Google search. Try again in a few hours, revise my state representative letter template, and unfortunately aim at the ACLU. Fucking Christ.