Is my name Mick Jagger?

NAH: I am da fuk U OK A-hole!

Me: just so u know: my line of communicating is, as far as I can tell, opaque obfuscation on the merits of NOT getting on the wrong side of a laundry lady.

reed before the wind lives on, while mighty oaks do fall

my objective in life is to poke fun at...

... the "gnat hells" particular to some entities, foreign agents and/or "other" categories, etc. from the confines and cob webs of my own particular "gnat hell" amidst brain fluids, chemical imbalances, analysts analyzing what it is that analysts analyze all the time in their twit analyst labs, which leaves me wondering what it is THAT those entities, foreign agents and/or "other" categories are analyzing all the twit time in their labs so that I am opting to open my own twit lab underneath the bridge over 95 to analyze what it is THAT analysts are analyzing all the twit time using stool samples left by homeless people under the 95 bridge for analysis: fully funded honorarium gratis by my alma mater three times removed up the street from where I live:

I hung myself once, but my life was saved.

On Peer Support w/ Therapy Dog & Sponsorship:

At the hint of my doctor analyzing me to be "aggressive," in his word, when I have my pet therapy dog with me at the appointment, the self same pet therapy dog that I enrolled in pet therapy dog training in my endeavor to promulgate "Peer Support w/ Pet Therapy Dog & Sponsorship," and the self same pet therapy dog THAT has had a badge with our picture on IT at the self same hospital as where the doctor works (albeit AT a different location) to vist a children's ward at THAT hospital (not to mention badges and visits to retirement communities over the course of Time), left me fiddling with the leash at the door of such facilities.

good morning Star Alliance: get a load of this < SlyWalker >

Texting:

Me: must've been my communication skills not being comprehended by y'all in communicating with y'all and vice versa. 5:19 PM

Me: what y'all don't understand is THAT I am fucking busy explaining "mohammed rates" to dragon ladies and I might be short sometimes, but I am straight in around IT 5:24 PM

this chick fr/ HS who is a psychiatrist now post < sumfinONfaceblock > 12/14 10:41:42

Facebook has been hacked: Beware of facebook "friends" asking you to send them money via FB chat.

my response:

just goes to show that mankind shall not live on meds and ssdi alone, but also by the dough that proceedeth in scraping up dates.

the picture I didn't include:

I REST MY CASE:

A pic of meds prescribed to me over the years for sz (not all included):

Some meds pictured and discontinued for me are upwards in retail price of 300$ for a one month supply when the med THAT works for me since 2002 and I have been taking with the help of a nurse costs $118 for a six month supply, or: six shots in the ass for 20$ a shot, excluding the nurse rate for ten minutes at the clinic.

(sorry, no pic)

A LIST OF 3 RESPONSES IN ORDER OF FAVORITES TO "ON COMMUNICATING:"

Premise:

Communicating with some people is like communicating with a five year old (I would imagine) about the perils of getting on the wrong side of a laundry lady!

Responses:

1. And, I ain't no Indian Braman Noodle looking for a guru.  Neither is Patch. <yours truly>

2. Response on CL psyfo:

I can see her bending over a washing machine

<DoctorEmmitLBrown > 12/13 

but I cant see the washing machine.

 

3. Take pills. Go to bed. And wake up a happier person. <The guru>

IDK: maybe the Fukuokas could do U sum good:

the self same Fukuokas that I am afflicted with THAT just today kept my precious mother from calling the doctor on me to make further adjustsments to my thin "crust" via injection in the isolation room! 

& to PLB who responded "Got it" on FB:

well the latest what u missed is mom going to call the doc office today on me after I was cleared just yesterday by two dragon ladies a doc and a nurse and 3 counting the one giving the shot while the HIM doc is incommunicado until 21st of dec explaining about the fukuokas yoda and me to the two dragon ladies on a three seater couch while the HIM doc when in town has me sit on a 2 seat couch for obvious reasons in that Ben just won't shut the fuck up!

Upon hearing that my precious mother is calling the doctor's office on me today:

my communication with my father follows...

I was just interviewed by two medical professionals yesterday: one a doctor and one a nurse at the self same doctors office just yesterday explaining to them all that I have been explaining in the emails and links that you don't check with a final synopsis to the interview by the female doctor and the female nurse: that my "sense of humor is in tact."  With that comment: the female doctor and the female nurse that I saw at the self same doctor's office that mom is calling today when I saw the female doctor and the female nurse yesterday on Dec. 12, 2011 and they said that my "sense of humor is in tact," the female doctor and the female nurse let me go home to classical music free to think and communicate in any way that I please without fear of retribution to the contrary: as long as what I am communicating is nOt in fact "StuxNet!"

Here's me on my morning commute < Texty-driver >

That's my car between the schoolbus and truckbed! 12/13 09:23:48

THAT IS CORRECT:

Go on thinking and projecting the fact THAT when it comes to matters concerning JSB: it's all about adjustsments to meds for JSB's schizophrenia and the FACT that he, JSB, smokes too much!  And, with that JACK: everybody is entitled to their own particular "gnat hell," as indicated in the pictorial here: 

THAT's right: go back to the "gnat hell" particular with specimens, foreign agents and "other categories" analyzing what IT is ANALysts analyze ALL the Time within the confines of cob webs cluttering analysts' brains full of fluids, chemical imbalances and whatever else IT is analysts analyzing all the twit time are analyzing and lock me up in the isolation room for having the "I LUV Fukuokas," my own particular "gnat hell!"

On The Fukuokas and Tony Soporno of the Sopornos:

Sometimes, even analysts need to be analyzed: I guess! At least that's what the Sopornos used to caricature with THAT analyst of Tony shown going to her own analyst all in a grand finale of analyzing what her peer analysts analyzed about Tony Soporno and the analyst of Tony coming to the same conclusion about Tony THAT her peer analysts had analyzed about Tony-esque caricatures, which was THAT Tony's analyst analyzed Tony to be a crook and manipulative.  All THAT analyzing just to analyze THAT about Tony Soporno!

Further more about my interview with dragon ladies...

I had to explain the "Mohammed rate" (as in Mohammed at the local 7-11) to the dragon ladies in regards to my present day deal and service to my neighbor's dog, a pit bull, whom I take for walks for a "Mohammed rate:" as opposed to the offer of "take everything in the drawer [unseen] for a lifetime of walking the [neighbor's] dog."

Well, needless to say, in explaining the "Mohammed rate," which is essentially "pay for what you do AT an agreed rate, with no more or less and no rewards other than a gift: which is re-gifted to someone in the Mohammed family by Mohammed;" I had to explain to the dragon ladies interviewing me on the couch December 12, 2011 what Mohammed was doing now as in he is in Virginia, I think, tending to his trucking business and mention of Mohammed's dragon lady wife tending the 7-11... as to why I had to explain the "whys" and "wherefores" of the "Mohammed rate" to the dragon ladies seated on the 3 seater couch with them itching to lock me up in a hospital ward isolated and me communicating with the outside world through telekineses controlling key strokes on a nearby computer with wifi behind the desk outside the isolation room at the hospital on the ward floor, I don't know!

Really? I wouldn't have believed it unless you < pstherapydog > 12/13 04:34:46

told me, not that I believe it anyway: even with you saying so. However, I was thinking last night as I was falling asleep THAT the Fukuokas might be some sort of transport vessel for me to realize what it was like to be me long before I was ever conceived. I am finding (admittedly: this thinking might be outright delusive) that the Fukuokas are for me like the Harper's Weekly quote from the 1960's of "I look forward to the day when humans slough off the body and become a vortex of thought." I only thought THAT last night while being beckoned off to dream land and giving up yesterdays for sleep last night until the sun come up next, which was this morning with the Fukuoka triggers all in place once again.

Well, Isaac: in trying to explain myself, I (me)

might not have done a good enough job in my capacity to explain what is going on with me: but, (and primarily), I LUV KITTY (who is actually my male neutered cat and is crazy and gets his one day pass from his hospital ward, my apartment, to get his rabies shot at the Vet once per year) because somebody has got to feed the "pussy."  So, what I am saying without snoops understanding is I feel like since Kitty (previously known as "Ralphie" at the pound who came to me with worms, the which I remedied with meds for him from the Vet) is a roadside service to me since I figure if I take care of Kitty twice as hard as the folk at my local pharmacist do their Kittys by cleaning up after my Kitty once, even twice, per day (NOT once every two days) all will be fine; but, I can't very well do that with THAT other cross-fire about the Fukuokas, Tapiocas, dragon ladies who want to put me in the isolation room pronto, twits, bums bumming cigs, mother, sometime on again off again gf/room mate, foreign agents and specimens, "other category" all analyzing what it is THAT they analyze all the time with craziness like that particular to THIS movie I created in 25 hours rewriting Genesis 1.1-1.31 then putting the movie together:

Mr. Isaac_Hitlerman (←username/handle on psyfo CL): I have a follow up ?

What do I do in situations with cross-fires' of the "I LUV Fukuokas" being triggered in me by multiple sources or entities or even specimens? without any real relief in site, (but perhaps sight?), considering dragon ladies' cross-fires' today triggering the "I LUV Fukuokas" in me: as described in the update to what must be the 1st known case of the Fukuokas on the quixophasia.blogspot.com blog link that I posted earlier today, December 12, 2011 in an above thread submission? I only ask because I have had 29 visits today within 8 hours at last count to my quixophasia blogspot feedjit (in alignment w/ jic) without any prodigious intellectual exchange other than IT acting as multiple triggers from foreign-like agents or specimens analyzing things from afar... analyzing the Fukuokas in me in ME assumedly: THAT and cross-fires' conversations between what relations I do have daily for whom or what? I am particularly grateful but don't know what best to be grateful for or in what way, except that my mother and supposed sometime on again and off again gf/room mate worry and in their worrying about me: cause me to worry until everybody and anybody is so inclined to take up the cause of adjusting the meds for my schizophrenia worrying when I have a case of the "I LUV Fukuokas" in addition to the schizophrenia disease for which I am medicated and adjusted medically by a principle HIM doctor who sits me on a two chair couch; yet dragon ladies are seating me on a three seater couch with cross-fires' between the Fukuokas on the far side of the couch, Yoda in the middle seat and me on the other side and dragon ladies to boot in their particular office chairs AND who are itching to put my pet therapy dog in the pound, call an ambulance and get me to the isolation room at the hospital AND all the while me telling them THAT not only do I LUV MY KITTY because somebody's gotta feed the "pussy," but if I end up in the hospital, who will take care of my pet therapy dog resting peacefully at my feet me while being interrogated by dragon ladies (three in all: one to give the shot) about the particular case of Fukuokas that I had developed AND everybody was in a fevered pitch full of worry and concern over my well being THAT I just broke out all over again into an Arlo Guthrie Thanxgiving Favorite even though somehow I managed to skip Thanxgiving this year choosing instead to call it Happy Teacher's Day in honor of all the dogs in my life who have taught me everything I need to know about being "as gods," like THAT French language witch (good or bad?) told me at my one time alma mater SFSU in 1993 when I first made THAT pact for myself and nobody else's business but mine: in spite of Schizophrenia being my Job and SSDI being my employer. Anyway, all I had to eat Thanxgiving 2011 was two apples and they weren't even granny smiths all because I was developing a case of what I can only seem to call by name of IT: THAT being that the disease is called the "I LUV Fukuokas," as opposed to the "Tapiocas" disease of the Martha Stewart variety in Nu Jerk, yada yada yada... almost time for the pill to knock me out as agreed to between myself and the principle HIM doctor second only to the best doc I ever had who put me onto the shot in the ass once per month after a Risperdal fiasco during which I was in at least ten police wagons, cruisers and ambulances without any recollection of it by the men in blue who frequent this town as I was almost arrested November 15, 2011 on the front lawn where I live... anyway for the full story of THAT, if you have the time: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPSWK7yPi4U Do you see at all in any way shape or form what I am talking about in terms of cross fires' triggering the Fukuokas in me in ME at any time any place any where, etc...and the dilemma that causes the Yoda of my schizophrenia and how everybody is in a fevered pitch all the time 365 24/7 to make adjustsments in my "crust" of medication management for sz triggering the Fukuokas in me without any prodigious intellectual activity, mostly just specimens or foreign agents snooping like nosy parkers do in windows at men masturbating??