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sparkellyskellyton: pilosopogyno: This man, James Verone, robbed a bank for one dollar. Why only one dollar? Because he knew that in prison he could get the medical care he could not afford with his part time salary as a convenience store clerk. He was approved for food stamps, but they did little to help his finances. Between his back problems, carpel tunnel, and arthritis, he simply couldn’t handle the pain any longer. On June 9th, he sent a letter to his local paper, the Gaston Gazette, that stated: “When you receive this a bank robbery will have been committed by me. this robbery is being committed by me for one dollar. I am of sound mind but not so much sound body.” He then took a cab to the RBC Bank, and handed the teller a note asking for one dollar and medical attention. He quietly took a seat in the lobby and waited for police to arrive. Since Verone only stole one dollar, he was only charged with larceny. His bail, which he doesn’t plan to pay is set at $2,000, reduced from the normal $100,000. He’s scheduled to see a doctor this Friday, and hopes to get foot surgery, back surgery and to have a protrusion on his check treated.    To me, this is the perfect example of how disturbingly corrupt and unjust our health care system has become under HMO’s. For this man, or any person for that matter, feels that he needs to be imprisoned just to see a doctor, is ridiculous.  This is exactly what I hate about America. Why is it that you can buy an entire house with money you don’t have, but still can’t apply for health care if you don’t meet the requirements? That’s messed up. Healthcare is ridiculously expensive. I sit around all day and bill people for it. It’s such a business it’s unbelievable.
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sparkellyskellyton:

pilosopogyno:

This man, James Verone, robbed a bank for one dollar. Why only one dollar? Because he knew that in prison he could get the medical care he could not afford with his part time salary as a convenience store clerk. He was approved for food stamps, but they did little to help his finances. Between his back problems, carpel tunnel, and arthritis, he simply couldn’t handle the pain any longer.

On June 9th, he sent a letter to his local paper, the Gaston Gazette, that stated: “When you receive this a bank robbery will have been committed by me. this robbery is being committed by me for one dollar. I am of sound mind but not so much sound body.”

He then took a cab to the RBC Bank, and handed the teller a note asking for one dollar and medical attention. He quietly took a seat in the lobby and waited for police to arrive.

Since Verone only stole one dollar, he was only charged with larceny. His bail, which he doesn’t plan to pay is set at $2,000, reduced from the normal $100,000. He’s scheduled to see a doctor this Friday, and hopes to get foot surgery, back surgery and to have a protrusion on his check treated.   

To me, this is the perfect example of how disturbingly corrupt and unjust our health care system has become under HMO’s. For this man, or any person for that matter, feels that he needs to be imprisoned just to see a doctor, is ridiculous. 

This is exactly what I hate about America. Why is it that you can buy an entire house with money you don’t have, but still can’t apply for health care if you don’t meet the requirements? That’s messed up.

Healthcare is ridiculously expensive. I sit around all day and bill people for it. It’s such a business it’s unbelievable.

allytippery: Well I just found out about a Harry Potter Trivia night in Berkeley. Winner gets FREE TICKETS TO HP WORLD. AND THERE’S A COSTUME CONTEST. It’s too good to be true, I can’t believe it yet. How am I supposed to study for the GRE, when I have to study for Harry Potter?? The fact that this question is possible, makes it okay for me to die. Besides this wonderful news… My neck hurts. I had string in my poop last night. I want to chop off all my hair. I want the open road, and never knowing where I’m going to wake up next. I want I want I want. blergaybloop. Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, Harvard, orchards, Mackinaw Island, Grand Canyon, Zion. Turns out, I’m always in the mood for bacon. Turns out, my mind changes constantly (like it always has). And I base moods off one single action. My emotions never matured from a zero to ten child. Laughing————->crying in negative.9 seconds.  Turns out, my writing is so vague that I come off as a secret lesbian at times. Turns out, if I woke up blind… I’d get over it.  I love you :)
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allytippery:

Well I just found out about a Harry Potter Trivia night in Berkeley. Winner gets FREE TICKETS TO HP WORLD. AND THERE’S A COSTUME CONTEST. It’s too good to be true, I can’t believe it yet. How am I supposed to study for the GRE, when I have to study for Harry Potter?? The fact that this question is possible, makes it okay for me to die. 

Besides this wonderful news… 
My neck hurts. 
I had string in my poop last night. 
I want to chop off all my hair. I want the open road, and never knowing where I’m going to wake up next. I want I want I want. blergaybloop. 
Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, Harvard, orchards, Mackinaw Island, Grand Canyon, Zion. 
Turns out, I’m always in the mood for bacon. 
Turns out, my mind changes constantly (like it always has). And I base moods off one single action. My emotions never matured from a zero to ten child. Laughing————->crying in negative.9 seconds.  
Turns out, my writing is so vague that I come off as a secret lesbian at times. 
Turns out, if I woke up blind… I’d get over it. 

I love you :)

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I submitted a post earlier today on here talking about longing for the hallucinogenic trip. that post was not so true or even remotely as eloquent as i would have it really be. I see now that what I really was longing for was the sense of love and the connection to the self. being of recent breakup from a long term long distance relationship I can be honest in saying that it has been quite a while since I have been just by myself. Now also to be honest, thinking about the implications of why this next part feels so scary makes me realize that being alone scares me. I don’t believe it scares me in a frightening way but more in a perceptional truth kind of way. when I am with somebody, or at least how I want to be when I am interested in someone else, is the immediate desire to share my world with them. To show who I am and what I care about. Because those are the things I will always be fascinated and interested in. Now I know interest in someone grows slowly most of the time, and I do tend to shove all my eggs in to one basket and count them over and over again as if they have already hatched. I can be a slight bit overwhelming and clingy now and again, but it is only because I care. I can be stupid and nervous for the silliest reasons, but it is only because I care. Deficiencies that I need to work on are at times terribly tall walls and it takes days if not weeks to climb over. I dont always learn from my mistakes, and I will repeat them. this is something I am not proud of but from my experience in my last relationship, I feel it is more of my personality for at least these years. I have no doubt that in years to come I shall understand and feel the challenges of today were mere pebbles on the road of life.  anyway, the reason for this post was not to defend myself in a confessionary manner, as if I was on trial, it was to explain my deeper understanding of myself. this is about the journey that we all must take to love ourselves.  I have heard stories, accounts, and descriptions that hallucinogens give people a sense of being one with everything, and in turn themselves. A deeper understanding of the world and their own reality can lead people to learning to have self love. now I am not solely advocating LSD to get to the same goal, but it is something I am interested in and willing to give a shot to.  I need to find some inner peace, which I hope I even understand what that even means or else i’m going to be going around in circles for a very long time. I guess I just wanted to clarify and add on to a thought I had proceeded to have earlier.
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I submitted a post earlier today on here talking about longing for the hallucinogenic trip. that post was not so true or even remotely as eloquent as i would have it really be. I see now that what I really was longing for was the sense of love and the connection to the self. being of recent breakup from a long term long distance relationship I can be honest in saying that it has been quite a while since I have been just by myself. Now also to be honest, thinking about the implications of why this next part feels so scary makes me realize that being alone scares me. I don’t believe it scares me in a frightening way but more in a perceptional truth kind of way. when I am with somebody, or at least how I want to be when I am interested in someone else, is the immediate desire to share my world with them. To show who I am and what I care about. Because those are the things I will always be fascinated and interested in. Now I know interest in someone grows slowly most of the time, and I do tend to shove all my eggs in to one basket and count them over and over again as if they have already hatched. I can be a slight bit overwhelming and clingy now and again, but it is only because I care. I can be stupid and nervous for the silliest reasons, but it is only because I care. Deficiencies that I need to work on are at times terribly tall walls and it takes days if not weeks to climb over. I dont always learn from my mistakes, and I will repeat them. this is something I am not proud of but from my experience in my last relationship, I feel it is more of my personality for at least these years. I have no doubt that in years to come I shall understand and feel the challenges of today were mere pebbles on the road of life. 

anyway, the reason for this post was not to defend myself in a confessionary manner, as if I was on trial, it was to explain my deeper understanding of myself. this is about the journey that we all must take to love ourselves. 

I have heard stories, accounts, and descriptions that hallucinogens give people a sense of being one with everything, and in turn themselves. A deeper understanding of the world and their own reality can lead people to learning to have self love. now I am not solely advocating LSD to get to the same goal, but it is something I am interested in and willing to give a shot to. 

I need to find some inner peace, which I hope I even understand what that even means or else i’m going to be going around in circles for a very long time. I guess I just wanted to clarify and add on to a thought I had proceeded to have earlier.

Recently…

 I have longed to trip. just go on an inward adventure, and explore the world of my mind and the outside world. to see and experience things that I can barely fathom. I want to reach clarity and find questions that take millennia to unravel. It is a sense of exploration that I have not been with for quite a while.

Hallucinogens. these fantastically powerful substances are entities that demand respect when unleashed. The mind can be a fascinating thing and with the added chemical compounds of LSD, and psilocybin mushrooms I have experienced have changed me definitely for the better. I want to go back to that state, visit its hills and mountains; it’s flowing rivers and windy shores. See things differently once again. Iimageimage

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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