Dose from a Doctor

So there are some intake rooms, not to drink the water.

San Francisco has many unmarked rooms, some with garages, that mimic a hospital setting, and the county knows they're there.

this specific one is a double walgreens up from St. Francis., and there is at least one more on the same long stretch.

Ambulances pull up and there are a couple of people detained. I was one of them.

They demanded my name and address and then pushed me down to a table by the chest, hard. They had my medical records and gave me a zyprexa and a glass of water. they were very keen on me drinking the water, and i did. Two sips. I was thirsty from being out all night.

Immediately i could feel a gooey sense. The water was permeating and later proved to be an anti-organic. I didnt eat or drink for 5 days, or more.

As i was on the street, a fast car pulled up to the light and blew something at me. It was a daze of lights and if i turned it became worse. These were the begining poisons, that made food intake have the opposite result. grease and electricity is how i operate and food burns away fat while irreplacable cartilage is damaged.

Thing is, hospitals know this yet because of appearances, continue to entice with food and snacks. Its a addicts dream and nightmare.

Only a small amount of this pesticide, as ive heard it called, is needed.. and ive been dosed at least twice.

After 30 days of no food or water, you can maintain cold dry, i think. . . bowels turn inactive, and human energies are what we have left.

Paths crossed, doors open or shut, and various human energies per group and practice, provide a means of healing or detriment. Its all in the agreements.

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So its Cinco de Mayo, and i stumble twisted back to my apartment. A man from the county is occupying the lower apartment and seems keen on getting into the back of my apartment. He offers me some water, with a dry grin, which i refuse. The apartment was not his -- and the belongings were tarped over, as i made my way back through it to my back deck.

I wouldnt have rung the bell, but my key was failing.. the lock had been modified so that couldnt get in. And i was delerious. I spent the night outside, and in the morning there was suspiciously coffee and meat from my downstairs neighbor, ground floor. I had the coffee, which may have been my third dosing, and my landlord sped up and confronted me. He said, "I'll let you in the apartment, but then I'll own all your stuff.". I thought he was joking so I went inside. Police were there too and done strange looking officers. Same ones who had pushed me out of st Francis. They pricked my finger and we're gone. Jeff, my landlord showed me my mouth wash and said I could use it but don't swallow. And no alcohol. He knew I was hot.

Two weeks, I finished all the food in the apartment. It was dumb but I was half crazed and hungry. I ate all the sweets, D every a ton of torani ice cubes.

My cash was nil., and my landlord was onsite the whole time. I felt fear and all of a sudden, with seemingly nothing left except continued fear and still technically locked out of my apartment, I walked that night in just a t-shirt.

Later in days I was picked up and covered and brought to another hospital like building where I was told "we kill people". I was given a shot and driven to an unmarked facility, lower level, later known to me as PES, and yes. There were snacks.