psychiatry

psychiatry


Happy Annie
Annie is happy again, I chatted to her again on that Hill where she sells
tea and cakes and sandwiches and other choice snacks.
It was not always thus.
I met Annie on her hill ten years ago when buying a snack and enjoying the
view.
Our relationship bloomed over the years, then one day we talked, and she
told me her husband had been knifed to death by a priest and we kissed after
she said we would marry. Just as she stepped back to sip her cup of tea she
was shot. "ouch!" she said "I feel ill" and she fell on the floor spilling
her tea.
Just as she was shot by the old man standing next to me at the bar, he
wanted her tea bar as a burger bar, I saw a slight disturbance on her shirt
that she wore in front of her breast.
As she lay on the floor of the kitchen of the sandwich bar two men went in
with knives and said "she is not dead" and one stabbed in the temple and
started forcing the knife in to mash her brain "to stop her talking".
I realised my friend was being murdered and walked into the room where she
lay and pushed the man too one side and pulled the knife out of my Annie and
used it to deal with my friend's killers.
The left their guns on the bar as they lay on the floor beside Annie and I
realised the old man with the gun was trying to shoot me from outside the
bar but he missed and was reloading.
I took my wounded Annie in my arms out of the bar, passed the old man with
the tiny garbage gun and carried her to am ambulance that was waiting for an
accident on the motorway, nearby.
The driver looked out and said she is down as "skirtzophrenic" but I said
"she has been shot, please help". As we stood with the paramedics bending
over Annie, I realised that bullets were splattering against the side of the
ambulance.
I walked back to where I had left my tea and the old man came over with his
gun un his hand, I noticed it had a built in silencer and flash suppressor
like a lantern at its tiny barrel's end.
He told me he was the head of the burger bars and used human flesh in their
manufacture. He offered people from the communists east a chance to travel
to the west to start new lives. He charged them all they had but on the
voyage they were first lobotomised "to make them westerners" then
slaughtered and made into burgers on the ship "In that way" he said" "the
meat walks to the abattoir, pays to for its processing, and I can sell
cheaper than anyone else and still make a profit both ends of their trip"
He also said that he had written a book on how to kill your enemy and get
away with it; he called in "psychiatry".
After he confessed he banged a wire through my head twice, right through and
out the other side.
My frontal lobe withstood the damage.
There was a gunfight, he and I survived and I drove home and informed the
police.
Then Annie was taken into the ambulance and they drove off under a hail of
gunfire.
Annie who was brain damaged and shot was taken to the hospital where they
fixed her heart but she kept crying as she owed money to the social because
of a fraudulent claim by her husband who had died on the day they had enough
money to buy a place of their own but which now had to be paid back.
The psychiatrist further damaged her brain to stop her crying and because
there was no one else, she was given to me semi-conscious to look after.
She just lay in my bed not responding, I put food in one end and cleaned up
the other and slept with her at night. I noticed what lovely knees and legs
she had.
Then after six months she woke one morning and I gave her some of mum's
cloths to wear and she caught the bus outside the door at 6:45 to go to find
her children down in the country.
I lost touch.
He was on the hill again twice more and the second time he went for me again
with his gun, I used my torch to blind him, he fell and lay still. I'm told
he had a heart attack and had died, not that unusual for a man of 70.
I hope the burger bars he initiated that used their assistants as meat to
serve in the shop vanish away or use real beef in their burgers.
Now two years after I found her on the hill as before serving tea and
sandwiches as before. I asked "where have you been" "in hiding" is what she
said.
Now she is happy again with three babies instead of two and back on happy
hill, Annie's hill.

Chris
12-2-2008


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Chris
http :// www .myphilosophy.eu

Re: psychiatry

On Feb 12, 1:32 am, "Chris" <anonym...@noserver,com > wrote:
> Happy Annie
> Annie is happy again, I chatted to her again on that Hill where she sells
> tea and cakes and sandwiches and other choice snacks.
> It was not always thus.
> I met Annie on her hill ten years ago when buying a snack and enjoying the
> view.
> Our relationship bloomed over the years, then one day we talked, and she
> told me her husband had been knifed to death by a priest and we kissed after
> she said we would marry. Just as she stepped back to sip her cup of tea she
> was shot. "ouch!" she said "I feel ill" and she fell on the floor spilling
> her tea.
> Just as she was shot by the old man standing next to me at the bar, he
> wanted her tea bar as a burger bar, I saw a slight disturbance on her shirt
> that she wore in front of her breast.
> As she lay on the floor of the kitchen of the sandwich bar two men went in
> with knives and said "she is not dead" and one stabbed in the temple and
> started forcing the knife in to mash her brain "to stop her talking".
> I realised my friend was being murdered and walked into the room where she
> lay and pushed the man too one side and pulled the knife out of my Annie and
> used it to deal with my friend's killers.
> The left their guns on the bar as they lay on the floor beside Annie and I
> realised the old man with the gun was trying to shoot me from outside the
> bar but he missed and was reloading.
> I took my wounded Annie in my arms out of the bar, passed the old man with
> the tiny garbage gun and carried her to am ambulance that was waiting for an
> accident on the motorway, nearby.
> The driver looked out and said she is down as "skirtzophrenic" but I said
> "she has been shot, please help". As we stood with the paramedics bending
> over Annie, I realised that bullets were splattering against the side of the
> ambulance.
> I walked back to where I had left my tea and the old man came over with his
> gun un his hand, I noticed it had a built in silencer and flash suppressor
> like a lantern at its tiny barrel's end.
> He told me he was the head of the burger bars and used human flesh in their
> manufacture. He offered people from the communists east a chance to travel
> to the west to start new lives. He charged them all they had but on the
> voyage they were first lobotomised "to make them westerners" then
> slaughtered and made into burgers on the ship "In that way" he said" "the
> meat walks to the abattoir, pays to for its processing, and I can sell
> cheaper than anyone else and still make a profit both ends of their trip"
> He also said that he had written a book on how to kill your enemy and get
> away with it; he called in "psychiatry".
> After he confessed he banged a wire through my head twice, right through and
> out the other side.
> My frontal lobe withstood the damage.
> There was a gunfight, he and I survived and I drove home and informed the
> police.
> Then Annie was taken into the ambulance and they drove off under a hail of
> gunfire.
> Annie who was brain damaged and shot was taken to the hospital where they
> fixed her heart but she kept crying as she owed money to the social because
> of a fraudulent claim by her husband who had died on the day they had enough
> money to buy a place of their own but which now had to be paid back.
> The psychiatrist further damaged her brain to stop her crying and because
> there was no one else, she was given to me semi-conscious to look after.
> She just lay in my bed not responding, I put food in one end and cleaned up
> the other and slept with her at night. I noticed what lovely knees and legs
> she had.
> Then after six months she woke one morning and I gave her some of mum's
> cloths to wear and she caught the bus outside the door at 6:45 to go to find
> her children down in the country.
> I lost touch.
> He was on the hill again twice more and the second time he went for me again
> with his gun, I used my torch to blind him, he fell and lay still. I'm told
> he had a heart attack and had died, not that unusual for a man of 70.
> I hope the burger bars he initiated that used their assistants as meat to
> serve in the shop vanish away or use real beef in their burgers.
> Now two years after I found her on the hill as before serving tea and
> sandwiches as before. I asked "where have you been" "in hiding" is what she
> said.
> Now she is happy again with three babies instead of two and back on happy
> hill, Annie's hill.
>
> Chris
> 12-2-2008
>
> --
> Chris http :// www .myphilosophy.eu

Maybe I didn't read carefully enough, but did this have a point?