The Pain Scale
A Homeless Father: The True Story
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Ever since my ex-wife hit the gas on her Subaru and hauled off 337 lbs in sum and 38 cumulative years of warm-bodied, properly-reared children, whose stake I might very well have laid equal claim to, had I qwelled fast enough the overly-intelligent, premium Jack of Ass who takes up refuge in the one place no one on this planet possesses the capacity nor courage to navigate and track him down, my pysche, my life has been consumed by the relentless occupier of my pain; my thoughts and decisions left to its governorship; and my very existence redefined and rendered precisely within its budget and ..read more
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Attacked, injured, diseased and robbed
A Homeless Father: The True Story
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3y ago
After ten minutes of unsuccessfully trying to land a solid headshot, although my stomach and ribs got a bruising, the fools were out of breath and had enough. However, in the end I could not stop them from taking my backpack, clothes, both my jackets, my food, and my phone. That's a lot to lose when you have nothing. I guess I will be moving about at night with a little more stealth. I have now experienced what it's like to be subject to the violent hands of our nation's worst enemy, hatred. My Brothers, Why Do You Hate? I have been trying to get an update out for two weeks, so people coming ..read more
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My Worry... Where it Lies... Where it Draws its Venom... Where it Shall Find its Peace One Day
A Homeless Father: The True Story
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3y ago
I can exist still to the hour outside your imagine's capture, scaled to likewise an atomic legend, and evade the scopes of your lives, you possess not the capacity to throw my memory from your conscience, my children. But I have lived and died a thousand times, and the scrapes and burns and breaks and bleeds do I form and mold to this body so that something God forsaken in this world might show you the passion of a Father's love. Fathers were born to suffer or they... never... really... fathered... To the family I do speak... To your hearts I hope to reach... By now, I can traverse the judgme ..read more
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Memories of Window Pain
A Homeless Father: The True Story
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3y ago
I would imagine, but only for as long my soul could entertain such discomfort, a day in the future when the heavens performed its audit and found overpaid the balance of my lowly soul and sent its reapers to sieze my beloved assets. A day when I might look through that very same window from without, because I was no longer part of the... within. Badlands Recap Summary of a Facebook post from 2019. I have un-friended everyone on Facebook and am now posting thoughts and updates to myself, which turned out to be quite healing and enabling over time. At this point, I made a rule not to read what I ..read more
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A Story of Two Hearts, Two Beautiful Hearts
A Homeless Father: The True Story
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3y ago
Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days of the earth, time lost of its constant and set free to its forever as long as a contract it wants hold, and it was told a story between two people who heard, "it would never want to come back now." A year beams from it's beamer the space beyond from it's fizzle black wakes, ripples pulsated beyond all else far and away and unreachable, all inferior, all the quiet watchful conduct of curious solar systems, What's this which drops on our orbits spun by God?... What's this which owns our gravity to delight?... What's this which consumes our space and ..read more
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The Badlands
A Homeless Father: The True Story
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3y ago
Memories fade fast here. The environment will steal your warmest and leave you cold and confused. Like embers succumbed to windful smoke and fizzle, a lifespan here for memory hardly the length of man exposed to outer space. I held tight to many now memories lost from my mind. Hollowed in the wind, faded. Stolen. Voices and faces, smell and touch, familiar, distorted, you bastards, to whatever death my sorrow bestows upon a frightened lonely speck in time. Bandlands Recap Summary of a Facebook post from 2019. Over six months have passed without seeing my two young children. My son is 12. My d ..read more
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