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family thrown me under the bus i wasn't kidding about the swat team -- fucking neighbors i'm rather fucked here is that irc server discordogs.com:6667 i stream or something evengtyyt |
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discordogs.com #discordogs hellop |
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we all scream for irc stream |
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why did they send a swat team though |
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because you couldn't stop pooping? |
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they probably suspected he lived near a drug lab. and by that i mean a dog on prescription. next thing you know ai reads your messages and boom, there you have it. |
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Be up a hello durgsf, hope U R Well. And we die. |
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Succinctly, what's happening to you exactly? |
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the neighbors called the cops i told them to go away i got in the shower i got out of the shower, cops in my house dragged me out naked and screaming, injected me with ketamine three day hold that lasted a week because of holidays and weekends a shit dothead indian doctor who didn't listen to a word here is something for your anxiety. motherfucker. did not say the word. i am FURIOUS. played ball got myself out of there in min time. now i am about to be homeless. people tell me to sue. amazon is still messed up from the crowdstrike fail, stuff overnight delivery last week still not here. when amazon can't get its shit together... then the courts? i'm surrounded by people with lots of money, that will take years, i may not win, and meanwhile i'm going to live where? what EXACTLY is happening, well, some of it is me reacting to dealing with unreal pressure i don't deserve, shit that ain't my fault. but much of it is larger than i am and people are just unwilling to see outside of very narrow lines because they're in denial. panic about their own shit. my best friend from high school is suddenly not worried about me anymore, i can tell he's arguing with his wife, his house is "falling apart" and now i'm annoying shit instead of his former best friend from high school. and this is over trying to get him on the phone for a few fucking minutes after him blowing me off for days exactly? exactly what's happening would take more time than i have. probably more time than this country has. perhaps the planet |
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i want an extraction get me the fuck out of america i was actually looking to launch a business building hardened setups seeing the wake of the crowdstrike/microsoft meltdown. so when i say i have useful skills. i mean that very much. it's absurd nothing's working here for me in america, so... yeah. |
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i did set up an irc server. discordogs.com:6667 #discordogs the tls certficiate is self-signed because i'm not sure there's a chain of trust worth a shit anymore anyways. at least everything that's said doesn't go into a central server like discord |
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... I'm sorry, why did your neighbours call the cops? Why did they drag you out screaming? I gather you've had some sort of breakdown? What's really happening here? |
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madness remix |
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i told you what happened. they stormed in because i told them to get lost and went to take a shower. i was having digestive problems because of FECALITH as i have mentioned here. the hospital did help with that. the neighbors called the cops because i was briefly outside without any clothes. because i was fucking livid, angry. because all my clothes were literally covered in SHIT. i burned some junkmail in the purported privacy of my backyard. the cops show up. i tell them to fuck off. i assumed they'd left, so then i got in the shower. by the time i'm out of the shower the cops are in my house and they won't take any answer except dragging me out in handcuffs. as i scream help, i'm being kidnapped the cops showed up with, i shit you not, a fucking armored tank. a sniper. now everyone treats me like i'm a fucking leper i had digestive problems because i was not able to get proper nutrition leading up to that, not enough money to take care of myself. and i can't stop shitting myself and yes, i had a moment, i burned some fucking junk mail in my backyard, some asshole calls the cops, then no further questions they send a fucking swat team. i had no weapons, had no threats, there's no physical damage to anything except some of those fucking value pack coupons and a milk jug. everyone just writes whatever they want on their fucking forms to cover their ass and now i may have problems for life over this. it was probably my landlords who called the cops because they're fucking backstabbing shits who only care about money and they're worried i wouldn't actually move. which i was FUCKING TRYING TO donald trump for president we're all going to die in his nazi uprising anyways. ANYWAYS. fucking help. HELP! but you're just being sarcastic and flip so i gather none of you care. fuck you too |
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i even posted on here before all that talking about my digestive problems asking for someone to send me money for food and still you think... i'm making this up?! what kind of asshole are you? |
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who am i kidding asking for help on here anyways? what do i get in response? shit from thad smoyer, the asshole that finally got me to quit music. and the sarcastic gender police nazi |
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what is your intended result from harassing me at this point? that i commit suicide? fuck you. to any decent human reading -- don't worry. i'm on the phone trying to get legal counsel tomorrow. but there's probably enough time to stop me being out on the street. and i'm surrounded by people with lots of $$ and court takes years and i might not win and meanwhile i'm still out on the street. so, wait, actually, yes -- worry very much about me. but not about me killing myself. that will never happen. at this point i'm more figuring i'll die of heatstroke trying to survive on the street, or police brutality trying to survive on the street |
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i was hanging out with a buddy once when he got swatted. having about a dozen guns pointed at me was more entertaining than anything else, but then again, i wasn't the one in trouble. thought it was pretty gay that some of their guns were even labeled "non-lethal ammunition"...lol guns are for shooting & killing people, not incapacitating them; the state/establishment has gone soft & too politically correct. went to jail bare-footed and talked to some detectives. kinda weird how they literally did the whole "good cop, bad cop" thing. i seriously thought "do they think we're in a fucking movie or something?" i don't particularly believe in authority however, mostly immune to it, so the interrogation went pretty well for me. those funny fuckers asked about my buddy's gun...but only if i saw it in his hands. yes, i saw a gun. on the table. yes, the gun disappeared at some point. but at no point did i see it in his hands. so i told them "no i never saw a gun (in his hands)"; it was like they were too dumb to realize their semantic mistake by asking too specific of a question that i could easily use to keep from implementing my buddy over anything. i didn't lie after all: i never saw it *in his hands* like they asked. eventually they returned me to where i was picked up from several hours later and put my flip flops back on and then went home. even made the paper (fucking cocksucker journalist tried to sensationalize the story by saying it was originally reported as a hostage situation...that turned out to not be a hostage situation obviously). oh but my buddy got kinda fucked and like, literally kicked out of our state and had to move back to the other side of the country. |
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here, instead, i'm pretty sure it's my piece of fucking fat shit landlady who called the cops because i'm not sure who else could have seen me in the backyard. and even she didn't expected a fucking armed assault team and they're playing dumb saying it was one of the neighbors. i can't live around here anymore because everyone just crosses the street when they see me now, i stop at a bar and they ask me to leave before they call the police. AND I DID NOT EVEN DO ANYTHING ILLEGAL OR EVEN DANGEROUS. i did not fucking threaten anyone. i've said repeatedly to anyone who'd listen i'm just trying to survive. and i don't have the resources to move anywhere, let alone the other side of the country. and i absolutely don't want to die, which leaves me with my prediction of either dying of heatstroke living on the street, or beat to shit by the cops for living on the street |
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if they'd sort me out with a house a wife i'd even be happy to learn russian and put my computer talent to work for putin at this point. but it's a laugh to think anyone even notices my existence, and its likeliness to end soon |
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im sorry to hear that, it does sound pretty bad. heres a few ideas to improve your situation. whats your current welfare status? do you receive any funds? can you apply for any funds? maybe you can apply for extra funding for clothing or medical assistance. do you know about soup kitchens in your neighbourhood? are there any other food sharing projects around? the web usually has a few answers to that. calling or visiting a local social worker might help too, they know a lot and know how to advance things with the gov. |
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still hoping this is a joke and someone hacked your account |
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sorry to hear epic can you go to your mom’s house until you get back on your feet again |
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I'm not being sarcastic, I'm concerned and trying to understand your situation. I'm sorry this is happening to you. |
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it's not a joke. a medical problem, no clean clothes, as described, and yes, i did something childish and stupid, i essentially threw a tantrum. in my backyard. not at anyone. the cops. fuck off. go inside. shower. torn out of the house naked by a fucking swat team. i cannot describe how mad i was, especially when they stabbed me in both shoulders with needles at once. while i am handcuffed to a gurney. no one ever asked if there was a reasonable explanation for anything. the cops write some shit on forms. the ER writes some shit on forms. the psych doc talks to me for a grand total of 20min over a week and writes some shit on some forms and i'm out. and now this could smear me for life. i certainly can't live in this area ever again now. a fucking soup kitchen? a social counselor? this is non-help. this is the sort of "help" people offer to make themselves feel better for not actually doing anything; it's cruel because all it does is waste my time. and then give the person a reason to get upset and flip out on me because why won't i social counselor? and now you're adding to my situation. fucking people. you idiots. you goddamn idiots. i am going to take a stab with a lawyer and all but given the situation i don't have very high hopes. important: i can describe everything that happened in detail, quote things said by me and teh cops verbatim, at no point did i lose contact with reality, and throughout all this i was totally sober. i'd just woken up. covered in poop. and i shower. and i try to find... fucking. underwear? anywhere? too late i have to poop again.... and you see how this led me to being FUCKFufdghjkdfghjkdfjghkjdf for a minute or two, and after that the plan was to calm down; another shower. do laundry but instead, teh cops my mom is spending $5k/mo on a ritzy old people place and that's where she is in all this. the cunt. |
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obviously i'd like to sell off my gear at this point, cash, local, quick. i'll have a list together soon |
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if you can't afford food right now then how is a soup kitchen non-help? |
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it wasn't until a wise soul i've been chatting with pointed it out to me last night, using the word -- shock, i've been in shock, basically, since getting out. i farted around my house a bit and hacked unix, sorted/packed my stuff, now it's like... okay, business hours monday, i'm fully myself again, let's go. and try to get out of this alive |
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if you can't afford food right now then how is a soup kitchen non-help? you're trolling [entirely fair] but i do feel this is worth clearing up i asked once or twice briefly for money here not very hard figuring no one would and no one did. i wanted to buy stuff for my bowel, because i was in a situation where my bowel was running my life, and now maybe it's ruined my life. and i have food now. and i want to sell off my gear. but at the time, it was like, i can't sell off my gear to buy bananas in time for it to matter halp dollers plz. and i have bananas now. for the moment. for a week and change |
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Are you getting evicted? I don't understand why you can't stay. |
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Also is the joke that discord + discogs = discordogs? Cos I like it. |
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epic can you go on disability? because of your bowel and... other conditions |
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apparently i am actually being charged with shit. i have to appear in court two weeks after i am out on the street. you'll have to understand if i need another moment to collect myself after finally opening up one piece of the mail. there might be thousands of dollars in debt in hospital bills too. essentially my life is over, i suppose i'll document and stream it. but, worry not, i'm not going to do any crazy shit. i may have to walk out of the house with just a backpack, but that's what i'll do. i really can't process further beyond that at the moment. i'm going to have a smoke and work out until the gripping panic subsides. |
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not evicted. the lease is up. the motherfuckers have like $3k in a deposit too i'm sure they aim to keep. my credit in the shitter, my family threw me under the bus. i was planning to sort it out as best i can, crash some couches etc. but now, eesh. |
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they are not owed any moneys. the property is fine. they are greedy pigs who tried to convert me to christianty like... the hospital misaddressed some mail, and this woman's fancy cursive handwriting is all WRONG ADDRESS RETURN TO SENDER NO MORE MAIL etc and the postman, bless him, simply moved it to my mailbox rather than doing that. essentially trying to sabotage any chance i had left even still, that was a few days ago. |
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you need a game plan. Dont like mine? make your own. Use the swat thing to your advantage. Check yourself into a different hospital. Saying this because you didnt like that indian psychologist, right? Explain everything, explain that you were just involuntarily committed. TALK to your psychologist this time. Get your diagnosis for Bipolar 1. Take that to a social worker, explain everything that's happening to you. They should qualify you for disability on account of your manic state and inability to ever work again in said state. And believe me, you are disabled, everything you have said is a massive red flag. Get disability checks until perhaps medication is able to help you enough to work again. You're not there yet, not even close, it's obvious to every single person in your life whether you can see it or not. Oh, and if you have ANY place, a friend maybe (maybe if you can afford storage for a month), put everything you care about in storage because you're clearly about to lose your residence. Do it now, while you can. You're a complete fucking asshole epic, you're a piece of shit to everyone who ever tries to help you and I genuinely dislike you. But I'd rather you land on your feet regardless. |
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happy to say hello but not reading that |
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listen to the wolfman |
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i dunno, i'm encouraged to tell you to start gaming the system i.e. take advantage of whatever "mental health" services & financial resources you can, but i also believe most "psychology" is just post-modern bullshit that also opens you up to some sort of quack writing you off even more and just making your situation worse. i mean it sounds like they've already shot you up with a bunch of chemical lobotomy bullshit once or twice before and you don't want to get relegated to a life of that. |
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first i live in another time zone, im glad you ate. now, from what i know the only way out of this is to get your local assistance rolling, like wolf said. you do have rights and options. being partially disabled myself and receiving additional funds to working is a good way to live and setting your record straight will only work with your doctors and social services. dont hesitate to get what you can. and please do save your gear. |
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you're calling me a complete asshole etc etc so i didn't read any of your motherfucking advice. bitch |
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it's really annoying how anyone i tell about this shit reacts by SFHjgKHJFGHKJDFHGkjdfghj YONBWKRndfjgj now now now do this specific plan, drop everything and three people have done this to me already about the plan and they don't have any patience to listen when i try to explain, and america had a computer meltdown friday, i'm due in court two weeks after i'm due to be homeless, and in between i'm running for president. i've constructed a crack autism nook which at the moment is only producing bespoke ambient hum. excuse me -- premium bespoke ambient hum farm fresh [bitch] |
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i'm not autistic and i'm tired of you people accusing me for years of being autistic, over and over, but now you want me to pull some schtick in a hospital to get myself branded bipolar, hmmm.... okay i'll just play along with the people who think i'm autistic please reprogram your motherfucking advice. bitch |
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am i allowed to take the six different sets of screaming advice [but only wolfslice was actually insulting] and set up a conference call and let you go thunderdrome on how i should handle my life? because that's not the sort of president i am, all your advice things |
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no one said you're autistic they said bipolar |
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what if we split the difference between wolfy and i? i'll go to the hospital and tell them other people are very upset about my problems. they'll label me autistic and whatever because all of these labels are complete horseshit, attached to very serious life whatevers, i don't know. vote for me |
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have you ever actually looked at the source code of icecast, and then told yourself, you idiot, there's a court thing impending, we should have googled if someone has a modern thing that does the stuff instead of going right into the video codec part and... hmmm... well probably... YOU FOOL! google it. time. money. all that. there's a thing called liquidsoap and that seems to be the thing my stupid go-overboard needs. because wants can't always b gottin i think i'm going to rebuild my exim server next |
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I’m on health benefits and this month is hard, or I’d wire you something. You’re always welcome to come live with me for a while. I’m sorry for the tough times. Don’t be mad at wolfslice, he’s trying to be practical. It’s clear from reading this thread that some people care. |
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it's very simple, really. FECALITH. i like that it is one word the other, better indian doctor who spoke with me about my bowel before the other doctor who actually prescribed my bowel and then i was allowed to do my own suppository, and that was mana from heaven. it dissolved my dragonball of poop and pooped and pooped and then miralax constantly and finally after two days in the psych ward i don't need to wear diapers anymore. it beat shitting myself in the ER repeatedly overnight, with the fat cop security gourd yelling at me why don't i have any clothes? i called him a fucking faggot. the first cops asked me if i had any clothes. this struck me as an absurd question. of course i do -- they're simply elsewhere. they're inside... but combined with the fact that they're cops, and they're saying this to me like i'm a child, and... nevermind. i didn't have any clothes because i was in intense pain and poop pooop plap on the floor the stairs no clean clothes amidst a nightmare scenario enough already, broke not getting good nutrition, and you know what? I WAS FUCKING lPISSED OFF. i had simply fucking had it. you motherfuckers. i am so sick of this shit and i would have been wearing clothes while doing all that otherwise, and it wouldn't have gone as badly |
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vote for me. i'll fix this shithole right up. because i'm pissed off about how america be right now. motherfucking pissed. off |
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