My Love of Plants and Flora

It seems I used to kill every single solitary plant I ever tried to cultivate.  I mean I did have a small outdoor garden with squash, potatoes, even grew cantaloupe and herbs.  But it seems that inside no matter what I had, it managed to die.  

I was so thrilled to spend the first part of this morning till this afternoon transplanting all of these plants that have to be split because they're flourishing.  I came up with all these weird things to use for planters.  Succulents in coffee cans from my endless supply of coffee and espresso.  Planters from old carafes and old coffee pots that leaked or went kaput.

What I do miss is the outdoor herbs and little raised garden beds.  Oftentimes when I have too much time alone I sit and think about the things that aren't like they used to be. 

I saw the woman leave again this morning, and removed all doubt of the lawyers mixing me up with women from the shelter and the lawyers who attacked me.  I even had a picture in my phone and from a distance if you were just looking at the back of my hair as I approached my ex-husband's old place, you may swear that you saw her.  It was over the child trafficking and identity thefts.  I'm still not sorry that I gave the FBI tip but I am sorry that there's so many people in our government that are crooked and I pray for our country.  All of that seems like so long ago and people forget that someone facing twenty five years to life has nothing to lose from hurting me over the entire thing.  They still eavesdrop on my Smart TV and it's really creepy when they do it.  I use my phone and my Wi-Fi mostly to get more channels but they love to get on that thing and sometimes they render it useless.  Sometimes it really creeps me out all over again.

There is no justice in the world.  Our government is corrupt and unjust.  They crippled my life and destroyed my family.  They have spit in face of God for the women who are Mothers for lawyers and law enforcement and politicians and people who don't care about anything.  Go abort yourselves.

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