Tuesday, April 01, 2014

newsbriefs, shelter tales 4.1.14 10.05AM

Department of Homeless Services  The FJC guard, same company used for Human Resource Administration .re-foodstamps, cash assistance, emergency assistance, Medicaid. whom I had never seen before or given my name to, bars me access to Client Advocation by telling me that I had been there two times before, I needed to set an appointment with the one and only case worker I can talk to, a Mosley, supported univocally by another identified as a director of, Chase even though I was alive and in the lobby.

She gets on the phone and, instead of saying my name, then wants an appointment .pause. then thank you. and to me, the appointment is, which even Google analytic data would total as an interaction lasting about one minute and a half or so, she covers her ID, lodged on her right shoulder, after I asked to see it, and starts this banter: "hospital" "police" "medication" "therapy" "Viennese" , meaning, loosely, she'll organize, and happily, to abduct me to a psych hospital with collaborating police for as long as it takes to slam me in a Austrian.Hapsburg indebted cave with klan and Nazi cannibals, so they can bite my fleshheirs as their own pantry storage, this in a loud fury as food for as long as they can store me, even when it develops infections, since flesh does regrow, like trees, like...

I complain, say hey this is taking way too long could you stick to the content? she passes me the handpiece and Mosley, not Walter, is on the phone telling me that she did everything there was to do, there was no need for me to see her, and she wouldn't even when I presented her with my right to file a Supervisory Hearing complaint. She then said: Take this number down. I said who are you to tell me to take a number down and who is the number to? She replies her supervisor. I say yeah, meaning mine too and shot another fucking text to the NYPD.

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