I have to do some research about home wiring, but I believe the ground wire and the lightning rod would let you pull electricity out of the air, just as Mr Franklin discovered. If this is true, then you are being "charged"(pun intended) for what is free, and when the electric company cuts off your service, you can just disconnect their cables and have what was once called "*******" ...no pun intended. If I die any time soon, check with the electric company haha. We are stuck on stupid.

Dr Khan: I need to do lab tests on you before I can prescribe your meds
Me: But they are not narcotic, they are blood pressure and blood thinners etc
Dr Khan: it don't matter, I need to check your levels
Me: I feel fine though
Dr Khan: you have to, or I will get in trouble,and I'm not going to lose my license
Me: you can get into trouble?
Me: **** it, I don't need them
Dr Khan: but you will die if you stop taking the meds
Me: Then prescribe the meds
Dr Khan: I can't
Me: Killer!


Over a year later, my health seems better than ever. I went from things getting worse, to things getting better without the drugs and doctor

He was not of this realm, but came anyway
Traveler of old and new, now here to stay
A wanderer, a peasant, a lullaby, a play
A ploy to garner good will and trade

He tricks the eyes of pompous fools
Who think themselves above the rules
He charms their coffers and pools
of gold to gaia's rightful purse

His hoard was never spoken of
His tricks were never found
And those he wished to tie lose ends
found dead and drowned.

He will make his way to you
Whether pompous or discreet
And should you be a proper fool
You'll gain his favorable treat

not even, your doubting Jill-from-the-hill voice,
asking, are you sure? really confident?

you desire me
to seize up,
cease the finger pointing
and begin the fingernails
scratching glass, agonizing

what I propose,
why I came here,
to defend and protect

women

demands I, we,
answer to no one.

especially
the little voices implanted

to erode our con-fidence.

indeed, they are the con.

he is beautiful
he is bad
he's my crucible
he is sad
he makes me happy
but now he's gone
why'd he leave
it was all a con