Posted by Anonymous on 2018/11/17 under Kids God, Xanther, M. is on Xanax right now. Just phone off got with Dr. Daryoush Jamalishness and his secretary Rozette (Rozelle?) Roxanna (from Pills Anonymous). I have an appointment with Jamalishness on the 5th and owe him 300 dollars for the appointment I missed. Which seems okay. Seems survivable. The Zombie is in here. Eating emptiness in the form of chicken. She's watching the office. I might have my schizophrenic screening on tuesday. I wrote (the schizoanalyst) about what she's doing to me. Coercive neglect, abuse, reabuse, workaholick projection and loss of ugliness, emptiness and sucking on fingers slurping, sucking slurping like from naked lunch the . . .mugwump. I can be a survivance in the face of this facelessness. She thinks she's a witch. That's the thing. She projects her feelings of being a witch on Me. I have to tell Jamalishness about her dirnking, drugging, pilling, abusing, and all of the hidden stuff once and for all for the sake of the International Necronautical Society. I hope he can hear me. I gave Him that shining sticker so I hope he can decode that message about what she is doing. She has two sides. (A woman under the influence). a bottle of champagne every morning, xanax, ambien and vicodin. I think everyday. Everyone has a problem but her. I hope I can get under this radar once and for all. God is hearing God is hearing God is hearing God. Silently Anonymous, -The Archer
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I don’t know if God prefers that I spend the monies on an inventory of experiential services or if I should purchase the books I was planning on purchasing instead. In Debtors Anonymous, it says that we focus on our creditors last and our our presence-needs first. God is the bus driver. Not Me.