Status… My lawyer left me a voicemail asking me for a status update. Status of what? thought myself. I called him and without further due to explain him my situation again for failing to put down the high beams. He didn’t remember me and left me with no option to introduce myself for the fifth time. Such a travesty! —I thought. He knows my address, how much money is charging me, writes me letters and can’t recall who I am.
—No status or updates, I said.
—Well, it is a though case my friend.
—I know, said I. I broke a law and I’m ready to pay the consequences. I'm ready to die if necessary. Planning for the worst case scenario has been and will always be my approach.
—I understand, but still we need to find a way to get you out of this problem or at least get the best result possible. The people of Lulu Land deserve to hear your case.
—Sure, I appreciate your interests. But trust me what is done is done. I’m pretty verse on Greek Philosophy and I came to the conclusion that my power or ability is no match to the mighty law of the white fellow. I’m ready to take the knee and follow Judge Judy’s recommendations. I have not killed, stolen, or rapped therefore my conscious is clean and my heart is unscratched.
—Well, that’s a good way of looking at it, but still it is my job to represent you in the best way possible and present your situation to the people of Lulu Land.
—Thanks, I appreciate that –said I believing nothing of what my lawyer said.
I have no interest of making my lawyer a friend of mine or an acquaintance, wrote on my diary one night. He is collecting money because he is part of the der Vorgang . His role is to take me to the next step of the process. Aquaman and Lady Kokodrile have insisted me to keep track on my lawyer and be always in contact with him to learn where my case is going. What for? –I have asked them. There was no point on talking to a lawyer when he clearly was playing a dual role in der Vorgang. Enough was with the money he was receiving. One thing I knew, I didn't want to was my time with him. Aquaman several times reproached my attitude. He was such a welfare sucker; he claimed to have the means to get the most out of the government agencies and lawyers. He had the method, as he adamantly claimed. Several times I cut him short and sent him back to the bath tub. His arrogance was something I couldn’t deal with especially when he look so ruined and pathetic. On the other hand, Lady Kokodrile employed her passive ways to pursue me to contact the lawyer and learn where the case was going, but I pretty much cut her short and dry to be left alone.
What really matter to me was to move to the next step of der Vorgang. The money or documents were not of my concern. My time was, this was the primary reason I wasn't interested on the paper work or talking to the lawyer. My sight was fixed on the gate keeper, meet the standards and right after complete next step of der Vorgang.
Showing posts with label law. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Appearance of a Sub-conscious Mechanism
Two weeks after the der Vorgang, my physical condition began to deteriorate. This is the main reason I sought the services of Aquaman. Back then he lived in Imperial Beach, had had no steady job for years, so when I introduced myself as “someone desperately in need of a superhero” he immediately offered his services and swore he could fight against pretty much anybody or anything. I became suspicious of his lavish enthusiasm. I offered him the job, the same day he signed a contract for 6-months to become part of my team. At first I thought I got a deal. However, days later after making his acquaintance, I understood that the poor bastard needed my help more than I needed his. Our first rift was caused by the form he requested a bathtub and salt to which I asked «why? » « Listen pal, » he replied angrily while pointing to his skinsuit, « can’t you tell where I’m coming from? »
On day #8
, I began to be afflicted by the excessive paperwork. It made no sense. My health was good, but my body began to cripple right after I suffered a contusion on my back. There was nothing I could do; I tried to exercise with no avail. It became contra productive, so I began irremediably to abuse the painkillers and amphetamines. I even watched TV for 12 straight hours in hope my body will heal by resting it. This eventually work against me. I considered an individual with certain degree of mental toughness, but there was obviously something fuzzy in my thought process, a sub-conscious mechanism working against my efforts per se. Since Aquaman prove to be an incompetent on the first two-hours of his very first shift, I decided to change his role. There was no way I could rely on him to fight during der Vorgan. So I asked him to assist Lady Kokodrile sorting up the correspondence and find a way to get rid of the garbage. Surprisingly he didn't reproached and followed through with his new responsibilities.
On my end, I began to investigate the sub-conscious mechanism that, in my personal opinion, was the cause of my body pains. The injuries that followed posed a real risk to my overall well-being. These needed to be healed and prevented at all cost although finding this mechanism was necessary. One method I had always employed to find suspicious sub-conscious mechanisms is by doing something different everyday, in other words, breaching the harmony of the routine.
I began drinking my morning coffee while showering. It was relaxing. «It was weird,» as Aquaman adamantly put it during dinner. But it was the only way I could conduct examinations of my mind. My first attempt led me to a sense of nothingness. A phenomena that wasn't knew for me. I had conducted successful examinations of such state in the past. I had found its cause, and better yet had found what to do with it! Obviously, I was on a different stage of my existence and practically had to figure this sense of nullity from scratch. For fortune, I had my assistants dealing with all the paper work and corresponding back to my lawyer and the departments of Lulu Land. This allowed me to chase down and exterminate the tricks of my mind.
But lady luck was again not on my side, and I rode the pain until one day tired of all this stiffness I finally reached out to...
On day #8
, I began to be afflicted by the excessive paperwork. It made no sense. My health was good, but my body began to cripple right after I suffered a contusion on my back. There was nothing I could do; I tried to exercise with no avail. It became contra productive, so I began irremediably to abuse the painkillers and amphetamines. I even watched TV for 12 straight hours in hope my body will heal by resting it. This eventually work against me. I considered an individual with certain degree of mental toughness, but there was obviously something fuzzy in my thought process, a sub-conscious mechanism working against my efforts per se. Since Aquaman prove to be an incompetent on the first two-hours of his very first shift, I decided to change his role. There was no way I could rely on him to fight during der Vorgan. So I asked him to assist Lady Kokodrile sorting up the correspondence and find a way to get rid of the garbage. Surprisingly he didn't reproached and followed through with his new responsibilities.On my end, I began to investigate the sub-conscious mechanism that, in my personal opinion, was the cause of my body pains. The injuries that followed posed a real risk to my overall well-being. These needed to be healed and prevented at all cost although finding this mechanism was necessary. One method I had always employed to find suspicious sub-conscious mechanisms is by doing something different everyday, in other words, breaching the harmony of the routine.
I began drinking my morning coffee while showering. It was relaxing. «It was weird,» as Aquaman adamantly put it during dinner. But it was the only way I could conduct examinations of my mind. My first attempt led me to a sense of nothingness. A phenomena that wasn't knew for me. I had conducted successful examinations of such state in the past. I had found its cause, and better yet had found what to do with it! Obviously, I was on a different stage of my existence and practically had to figure this sense of nullity from scratch. For fortune, I had my assistants dealing with all the paper work and corresponding back to my lawyer and the departments of Lulu Land. This allowed me to chase down and exterminate the tricks of my mind.
But lady luck was again not on my side, and I rode the pain until one day tired of all this stiffness I finally reached out to...
Friday, July 30, 2010
Systematic Obsession
When I began der Vorgantg, one of the very first things that concerned me were the amount of mail I began to receive. Back then were the days of social networking and electronic communications therefore receiving mail was antiquated and inconvenient. My lawyer developed an open correspondence with me and required a reply by mail or fax ASAP. I repeatedly insisted him if we could do this via email. He discarded my suggestion because he suffered arthritis and didn’t know much about computers. No wonder he complained about having high cholesterol. However, my real pain came from all the mail originated from Lulu Land. I received letters from the department of vehicles, department of homeland security, department of a
lcoholic anonymous and self-declared pot heads, department of this and that… In one week, I had close to 10-pounds of paper and by the end of der Vorgang I had scratch paper for three generations! Lady Kokodrile and Aquaman helped me sorted up the correspondence and addressed important matters under my consent. There was no way I could deal with such a task because I hated paper. Photocopiers, fax machines, even the mailmen were known to be recipients of my abhorrence. Opening envelops was overwhelming. Reading the content was something I was unable to do. It led me to space out and developed suicidal thoughts. Der Vorgang challenged me and even though I excelled pretty much in all aspects of it receiving mail every day was not my thing.
I always struggled with obsessive behavior, Lady Kokodrile knows this better, all this correspondence was fanatical in my frank opinion. I even told Judge Judy about it. She didn't like it and perhaps this earned me 1o more hours of community service. But I was fed up that I had somehow spoke my mind! I still can't forget the dreams about receiving letters from all the habitants of Lulu Land, having sex with the mail men, and working as a post office clerk. In my Memoires of a Poor Fucker, Roads to Redemption and Solitude, I described all this excessive use of mail as a systematic obsession. Yes, I was being persecuted not by the law itself but all these letters that kept piling up on my desk. Aquaman one day [really God bless his heart] suggested me that I should file a lawsuit to Lulu Land for wasting paper. He went an argued about deforestation of the Amazon and global warming. I stopped him short... «Don’t be dumb ass dude, I said… What do you know about trees if you live in the ocean? » He said nothing back and looked sternly at me, while sorting out the letters. Later that day, Lady Kokodrile told me she had found Aquaman sobbing in the bathroom. I simply shook my head.
lcoholic anonymous and self-declared pot heads, department of this and that… In one week, I had close to 10-pounds of paper and by the end of der Vorgang I had scratch paper for three generations! Lady Kokodrile and Aquaman helped me sorted up the correspondence and addressed important matters under my consent. There was no way I could deal with such a task because I hated paper. Photocopiers, fax machines, even the mailmen were known to be recipients of my abhorrence. Opening envelops was overwhelming. Reading the content was something I was unable to do. It led me to space out and developed suicidal thoughts. Der Vorgang challenged me and even though I excelled pretty much in all aspects of it receiving mail every day was not my thing.I always struggled with obsessive behavior, Lady Kokodrile knows this better, all this correspondence was fanatical in my frank opinion. I even told Judge Judy about it. She didn't like it and perhaps this earned me 1o more hours of community service. But I was fed up that I had somehow spoke my mind! I still can't forget the dreams about receiving letters from all the habitants of Lulu Land, having sex with the mail men, and working as a post office clerk. In my Memoires of a Poor Fucker, Roads to Redemption and Solitude, I described all this excessive use of mail as a systematic obsession. Yes, I was being persecuted not by the law itself but all these letters that kept piling up on my desk. Aquaman one day [really God bless his heart] suggested me that I should file a lawsuit to Lulu Land for wasting paper. He went an argued about deforestation of the Amazon and global warming. I stopped him short... «Don’t be dumb ass dude, I said… What do you know about trees if you live in the ocean? » He said nothing back and looked sternly at me, while sorting out the letters. Later that day, Lady Kokodrile told me she had found Aquaman sobbing in the bathroom. I simply shook my head.
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