the god pod
Wednesday 9 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Such are the religiously oppressed horrors of unconstitutionally-christianized incarcerated life—anyway if you’re a women’s correctional facility prisoner in Grants, NM.
A small but traffic-cone-orange sign, posted at the Poor People Behavioral Health Clinic downtown this morning, which I read as I gazed glazedly among the gaudy plastic gimcrackery of Paxil clipboards, Zoloft retractable ballpoints and Risperdal wall clocks:
Please let us know
IMMEDIATELY
if you think you may
have CHICKEN POX
MEASLES PLAGUE
or TUBERCULOSIS!
Yep, just another day, another disease, here in the Land of Enchantment. Yet another day in which, although Mandarin’s field is psychology and mine ostentatively cinema, we overlap more than mere hobbyists and friends would, because I’m cracked and spend way too much time in public mental health waiting rooms; and she somehow manages to watch more, and far better, movies than I do.
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