NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

Psexistrickery who have meddled with my mental
testicles all the time my daughter has been alive!
My Mother had to suffer the terrible torture of ‘serving two
masters at the same time’ until she passed away August 24 th
2007. On the one hand she was in charge of a monstrously
massive ‘ward of 40,000 clients’ at the University of
Hertfordshire Medical Centre, where she pioneered the
disabled, helped students with psexistrick problems – and even
appointed their Cunningstunt Psexistricksters there! One was
Dr Whore (now with a dodgy Visiting Professorship) whom she
even got to take over my ‘care’ – only to witness him totally
destroy my life with the wrong diagnoses and drugs – all brash.
She went to her grave cursing his memory for what he had
done to her eldest son – and my marriage and daughter. My
father and she were constantly involved in a huge campaign to
find me just one decent doctor to replace Dr Gander who
retired in 1992. They wrote thousands of letters over the
years, even saw MPs, but in the end it was after she passed
away that finally, this year, I have seemed to have at last
tamed all this ‘psexistrickery’ myself – with the family only
helping me.
Money, benefits and charity. My net income is not taxed, at
£48 a day total, but only £20 a day is left after paying rent,
council tax, and basic bills. I have to buy all my food, toiletries,
drink, tobacco, sundries, cat food, clothes and luxuries out of
that! I’ve been in that lowly near poverty line state for sixteen
years and am totally browned off about it! I am a highly
capable man barred from any full time job by stigma and
prejudice, over nothing. I have spent several thousand pounds
as a result, in these last 16 years, trying to start a career selfemployed
– as a first time author!
Am I on the brink of ‘my time coming’ through this
massive yet budget personal book promotion? I must
have sent out 1000 letters and parcels and thousands of emails
over the years - to publishers, publications, magazines and
latterly agents – and used up both my allowed attempts at a
‘PhD for published works’ from my old University. A lot of these
mail shots were to the same people several times over. Result?
Endless long waits for replies – usually ‘not quite our sort of
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