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I am a Vaccine Victim suffering 80 percent destroyed lungs from what the Doctors prettily call "Planetarily Clustered Pulmonary Emboli".

Bloody great bit group of blood clots by the thousands throughout both my lungs "in all four lobes". I literally wait to die.

But in the mean time I make art.

I sit and wonder what I am supposed to do. I am a highly qualified ITR technologist, microbiologist and animation engineer. I have four titles after rmy name.

I have been living in my Car at the age of 62 terminally ill and inoperable for 18 months now and councils wont help me because they say I do not have "TIES" in any county I apply for housing within.
"Ties" are family.

So becauase I dont have ties I am rendered unhelpable.

I was told by two doctors across 8 weeks independant of one another that I am innoperable.
My lungs are full to crisis point of blood clots which are killing me.

I wait until hopefully something will move and I will die from a quick heart attack. The other eventuality which is a strong chance is that something too small to stop my heart but big enough to hit my brain will cause me to become a living mind inside a dead body paraplaegically. Screaming in my head with a dead body not working.

And for some inane immoral reason other than Ill be a tax asset to the government that killed me even in that condition the Hospitals and etc will keep me alive cut a hole in my gut stuff in a plastic pipe and squirt food pulp down it to keep me alive.

And for why I ask?

This is my hidden life.
Waiting to die.

I have suffered the ultimate hell from Poeple in the last 18 months.
I miss my sweetheart.
I wish to die.

Neil Armstrong.Maxine Rachel Gosden.
Neil Armstrong.Maxine Rachel Gosden.
Neil Armstrong.

Arnimean, Scotland.
Crud Yr Awel, Wales.
Woodfidley, England.
Police Misarrest and victimisation and mockery of my terminal condition. Carmarthen.

Car.
Scraps of stolen food.
Terrified at night.
Freezing of hypothermia.
Breathlessness incredible.
Cannot breathe.
Cannot speak for long before getting out of breath.
Painful breathing now because if I yawn or Cough or Sigh the pain feels like two swords going into my Back and up through my front of my lungs and the pain stops me in my tracks.

Description
I am a Vaccine Victim suffering 80 percent destroyed lungs from what the Doctors prettily call "Planetarily Clustered Pulmonary Emboli".

Bloody great bit group of blood clots by the thousands throughout both my lungs "in all four lobes". I literally wait to die.

But in the mean time I make art.

I sit and wonder what I am supposed to do. I am a highly qualified ITR technologist, microbiologist and animation engineer. I have four titles after rmy name.

I have been living in my Car at the age of 62 terminally ill and inoperable for 18 months now and councils wont help me because they say I do not have "TIES" in any county I apply for housing within.
"Ties" are family.

So becauase I dont have ties I am rendered unhelpable.

I was told by two doctors across 8 weeks independant of one another that I am innoperable.
My lungs are full to crisis point of blood clots which are killing me.

I wait until hopefully something will move and I will die from a quick heart attack. The other eventuality which is a strong chance is that something too small to stop my heart but big enough to hit my brain will cause me to become a living mind inside a dead body paraplaegically. Screaming in my head with a dead body not working.

And for some inane immoral reason other than Ill be a tax asset to the government that killed me even in that condition the Hospitals and etc will keep me alive cut a hole in my gut stuff in a plastic pipe and squirt food pulp down it to keep me alive.

And for why I ask?

This is my hidden life.
Waiting to die.

I have suffered the ultimate hell from Poeple in the last 18 months.
I miss my sweetheart.
I wish to die.

Neil Armstrong.Maxine Rachel Gosden.
Neil Armstrong.Maxine Rachel Gosden.
Neil Armstrong.

Arnimean, Scotland.
Crud Yr Awel, Wales.
Woodfidley, England.
Police Misarrest and victimisation and mockery of my terminal condition. Carmarthen.

Car.
Scraps of stolen food.
Terrified at night.
Freezing of hypothermia.
Breathlessness incredible.
Cannot breathe.
Cannot speak for long before getting out of breath.
Painful breathing now because if I yawn or Cough or Sigh the pain feels like two swords going into my Back and up through my front of my lungs and the pain stops me in my tracks.