The government knows the facts yet continues to lie to the public because fear and hatred keeps people loyal to the party. 
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We pick up objects… things… taking power, taking ownership of things. It requires no emotional intelligence. In fact the less emotional intelligence you have the less it will get in the way… things like empathy, dignity, equality. Like any psychopath, any sociopath, any narcissist, a pick up artist needs only to know how to feign such things. But let’s at least get it straight, if you are going to be a paying tool for the likes of Julien Blanc

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What ways are you autistic?
My autism effected my functioning on these 14 levels: Read the rest of this entry »

Why, if you you wish to love and be loved
do you invest all your spare time in objects? Read the rest of this entry »

I heard from Nupur. She was from Boston USA and had recently I have started online community for children with special needs called ‘Special Children’s Art Work’. Her passion is to give special needs children and their families some place where they can come and submit their creativity. She thought I would be an inspiration for them and asked me for an interview. Here it is: Read the rest of this entry »

Today my name legally became Polly Leanne Samuel Read the rest of this entry »

Are you helping Isil? Read the rest of this entry »

Outsiders… there’s those who ‘adhere’… the ‘in crowd’… there’s those who have always been on the peripheries, a satellite, never quite content with what it takes to be ‘the in crowd’,… too solitary, too vigilant, too sensing, too aware, too individual, too real, too deep, too caring, too daggy, too blunt, too raw, too far off the bell curve. Read the rest of this entry »

“Love ya”… It’s a throw away line that anyone can perform. Anyone can say it but living it, that is different. If you use ‘I love you’ as a public advertisement, a facade, a flag wave, a smoke screen, a cop out, a throw away line, a crutch, a habit, a guilt trip, a filler, then saying it is not ‘better than nothing. In fact, even the silence may be more honest, more honoring, more respectful. Read the rest of this entry »

BEING THE CHILD OF A PARENT WITH RAD

This is a picture of me in mid 1963 BEFORE I WAS BORN… I’m the lump, probably around 6-7 months cooked. My mother would have been 19 in this pic. I suspect my father’s brother, my uncle, took the pic as he had the slide and I’d never seen it until this week. Finally, a baby picture of me with my mother. Read the rest of this entry »