Decisions Once Made

I cannot survive on the street, a mere biological fact, but I have made my decision. No television, no cell either without a solar charger. Entitlement disruption down the road. I've queried over 20 potential room shares and made polite contact with two. The woman I like, but she will probably pass. I have stressed my ailing immediate family, who are screaming at me about reality, one of whom cannot face their own. No, daddy and horrid stepmother too. Louise doesn't want a nigger washing her ass, and yes, I hesitated, but you see the contradictions. I have to have to have evil slur washing my ass and I don't want African caretakers. Will I die as a direct result of all this drama? Who knows. Not I, but I'm illustrating reality for you. Accessibility laws mean jack shit. I've never had equal standing with ambulatory individuals, and none of you want the Burden. You see? I may drag my heels, at least until 5/1, but what the state has imposed on me in more pressurized gradients as time goes by is the equivalent of Fascist strong arming. I want my parent rental agent to own up to its liabilities, and the DHS guy shrugged and said, in essence, "nothing doing". I was inflicted upon, with lethal violence, systemic if more tacit abuse, EEOC violations. Nothing can be done about it, and if this begins my long goodbye, there you have it, my wonderful people. I'll BBL