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Robert A. Russell, V35292
CSQ SQ 3-N-17 Low
San Quentin, CA 94964
THE END!!
Or so it seems to me. After the years and years of heinous, satanic attacks from my own mother, regardless of The Command, I Am Done! So, this day I had absolutely no choice other than tell Sharron Stewart Good Bye. She shah be in my prayers, though in truth I find it hard to pray in the midst of devastating heartbreak to pray for the breakee.
After maintaining a relationship with one cousin for 17 years just lately he has disappeared. Word is the whole 17 years he was simply "spying" for a old flame. Just heart breaking.
I have a dear Aunt Diana, out of the blue, she unexpectedly mailed me a care package. I am eligible to receive one, but there is a new officer in R&R who is ticked off over the state giving us extra package opportunity, long story short, the package did not have a 2021 invoice date so he sent it back, mine and dozens of others. If I file a complaint against R&R it would go badly for a long while. My Aunt Di has a zero BS tolerance, I fear this satanic attack will drive a wedge between me and her, and THAT is more than I can endure. He says He will never give us more than we can bare. There appears to be a mix up, because I done.
Top it off, I got a president calling for a coup. I blogged way back then, BE AFRAID AMERICA!, This is why! I am one of those guys who chokes up at the national anthem. So Mom, Cousin Mary, Maybe Di, now my country? I am crushed. The pain is taking away my ability to breathe. I can not see, nor can I hear. Search me Oh God! What have I done? What is happening to my world? I am Lost. Five hours from hell has done me in!
The End.
Me.
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when the well runs dry...what then? platitudes won't help and words themselves cannot convey sympathy for loss.
in those times...all we have is hope...the hope of God is everlasting...the sweetest water that can never run dry. Even when it is a tiny ember, threatening to snuff out...hope can still be fanned into a flame.
When things fall apart and you feel like an end has come...one step...hope...is a beginning.
Keep the faith Pfister