I never turn on the bathroom light any longer because I am too ill to endlessly clean up clothing and filth sprinkled on my floor and stinking bedsheets upon returning from shopping and things broken and filth and crap sprayed into all drawers and cabinets and things broken and ripped, stinking and stained so the cleaning never ends. I can't bend unless it's for a very good reason (meaning to clean the endless stinking filth that is everywhere, particularly the filthy floor which even though I sweep and clean it after I return from shopping and even upon waking the terrorists use either mechanical arms or go into the room and spray and spew filth everywhere. The filth that they pour into all cracks and on every single thing (all white spaces are a permanently stained brown the stinking brown fluids are laboratory-created and nothing, not a single thing except perhaps acid will get this out (I have not tried acid as a stain remover). Bleach operates like water on these substances, for example.
I have a soap dish that I cleaned the day before leaving this room--and it's crudded with layers of brown stinking hardened-on crap--the floor underneath the sink is black with layers of crud that were put on just yesterday while I was out being attacked by the terrorists in all these shops and on the roads. The crud is so black it is completely blacked on the edges of the tiles where the silicone I laid down to stop the tiles from being lifted from the room below.
This is very disgusting and I NEED MONEY to live. They should be forced to pay me a sustainable amount of money to live off and to move and to survive healing instead of endlessly fighting them and the poisoning while they also block my ability to obtain ANY health care whatsoever that is legitimate, if I could but afford it. My mail systems that are like financial and mail fraud money sucking con artists are taking up an entire stimulus check, and before that I was struggling month-to-month to save $20 and could not afford to eat and buy materials to try to plug up all the panels and cracks from the 20 Baht store to try to defend my life from the years of people breaking into this room and raping, insering fungus into my orifices, my hair, my food and into everything in the room. Now the bathroom is a blackened disgusting place--although I clean the countertops and the floors almost every day--plus the toilet--I return and the toilet has urine sprinkled around the rim--the first thing I have to do is clean the toilet every time I return or the room stinks. It's all just disgusting. I have been living in toxic stink bomb studios for years and I need and deserve a decent standard of life that isn't a toxic threat to my body and life any longer.
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