Still no one has helped me. I'm exhausted.
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Still no one has helped me. I'm exhausted.

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I'm dizzy and have heart palpitations. I have a week to go before I can buy my own food again. If you can help but choose not to, you're complicit in my slow murder at the hands of Psyops.
If anyone is actually serious about helping, and doesn't think faking out a hungry homeless person is funny, you can bring me Ensure and prepackaged foods at
318 S Adams St #99201, Spokane, WA 99201
I'm going to compose a master list of the places that failed me and who to call/email with example messages soon.
I love my love with the fire of my ribcage,
With all the sunshine of my solar plexus.
I send my flaming love on winds of change,
In dancing, and whirling fire devils that spin for you
And light every heart on fire, and make up a massive funeral pyre
For every dead and damned thing that shouldn't be.
I love my love like loving is free.
I love my love with an E. Like emeralds
And fresh new leaves in the aftermath.
Like green glass bottles stirring
Just slightly to show that change needn't hurt.
Right here- feel it? In the center of my sternum.
That's where my love for all the world lives.
I love my love like salt.
Like big gaping wounds in the earth crusted over with salt,
Like drowned witch's tears, great, massive landmarks in war torn Persia,
All the salt glaciers of unshed tears. Grieving for me.
Grieving for you.
Grieving for us all.
My loving you is green and gold,
Wind and fire, salt and earth.
My loving you is blue
Like the heart of a star. Like the heart
Of a fire devil grown in a lab.
Blue, blue, blue devil-
Blew away all falsehoods, blew away all weaker versions of itself,
Leaving behind only that which is true.

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Hope House tried to turn around and place the blame on me after an entire room full of women erupted into cussing and screaming at me for the way I picked my food tray. They put me on a behavior contract and threatened to kick me out again.
509-624-2378
Example message: "Using Ashley Shanks as a scapegoat at the expense of her ability to have a safe place to live while she rests and recovers is stupid and cruel and it will not be tolerated. The eyes of the world are on Hope House and how it proceeds to treat Ashley."
Hope House tried to turn around and place the blame on me after an entire room full of women erupted into cussing and screaming at me for the way I picked my food tray. They put me on a behavior contract and threatened to kick me out again.
509-624-2378
Example message: "Using Ashley Shanks as a scapegoat at the expense of her ability to have a safe place to live while she rests and recovers is stupid and cruel and it will not be tolerated. The eyes of the world are on Hope House and how it proceeds to treat Ashley."
Hope House decided to continue the harassment campaign against me while taking me in for respite instead of letting me get the rest I need. When I firmly defended my right to rest they kicked me out on the streets immediately, heart palpitations be damned. Now I'm back at Sacred Heart again.
"Those of us who are concerned for the welfare of Ashley Shanks demand to know why her health was not considered a priority at Hope House- a place meant for respite! Shame on you for recklessly endangering the life of another human being for no good reason!"
(509)624-2378
https://voaspokane.org/11392-2/
Update: My things were finally recovered from Sacred Heart, but the damage was done and I'm still homeless and broke.
Sacred Heart of Spokane WA discharged me without treatment, without my personal belongings like ID, and without anywhere to go, ignoring my insistence and pleading that I'm too tired and weak to keep roughing it on the streets. I don't even have any money left for food. HELP!

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Hope House decided to continue the harassment campaign against me while taking me in for respite instead of letting me get the rest I need. When I firmly defended my right to rest they kicked me out on the streets immediately, heart palpitations be damned. Now I'm back at Sacred Heart again.
"Those of us who are concerned for the welfare of Ashley Shanks demand to know why her health was not considered a priority at Hope House- a place meant for respite! Shame on you for recklessly endangering the life of another human being for no good reason!"
(509)624-2378
https://voaspokane.org/11392-2/
@Fucknobility Hi Kayla! I'm back from the dead! Anything you have to say to me?
I finally got a response back from Sacred Heart. They're still "investigating."
I offered Aaron, the ringleader of my stalking ex-friend group who sicced Psyops on me, a deal: He should make a public apology and contact the FBI expressing his regret, and imploring them to stop the hate mobbing. In return, I would finish my novel- a sort of peace offering to reassure those involved that their efforts were not in vain- and work towards rehabilitative justice so that Aaron and others involved would have hope for a life on the other side of prison. But he's stuck and won't do it. So I'm cutting him off.
That offer still stands for others, up until Psyops causes us to use force to stop them.
Update on my situation: I didn't manage to stay near the Davenport Hotel until Monday. I managed to get maybe six hours of sleep tops over a 48 hour period. By Sunday morning I was so exhausted I could barely move. After a security guard oh so kindly shooed me away from a bench I was trying to sleep on in front of the Convention Center I dragged my suitcase over to the bus stop and sat down, only to feel heart palpitations followed by chest pain. So I called an ambulance, again.
After that they got me a respite bed at Hope House, but it's been anything but restful. The Psyops harassment mobbing continues here, with my first time in the cafeteria ending in an entire room full of bitchy old women screeching and swearing at me for the crime of selecting a second tray instead of the one at the top of the stack.
In the respite room the only other women there feel free to make all sorts of noise, constantly wake me up, and nag and pick fights over nothing.

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LEAVE THOSE JEWS ALONE!
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I wrote you a song! Or a remix of a song, at any rate.
One Day She Went Out To War and Never Came Back
They turned my black heart into a fable
It may never find its way home;
The blackened shards, ribcage of charred bone
Towers of smoke, the feasting crows
Can't save your house, God burn your soul!
Did you send your darling to the oven?
Babies' bones all baked into loaves of bread?
Revenge served cold, poisoned your soul
You said you wanted her alive or dead!
I'll tear out your heart, I'll have your head!
Sweetheart, I'd send you up to heaven
But I think you'd rather taste my Hell
What did you do to her poor dolly?
Did you string up your kitten by the curls?
So how does it feel to know that this is all you'll ever be, my darling?
A dog with a bone, choking at the end of a tattered rope, no hope
Pray don't lie to yourselves or me, you bastards, you swear!
Swear it to me, swear it to me!
Swear it on your knees!
Don't you want to go to Heaven?
Come to the light, hang up your arms
My good boys, good girls, and good gods
The sinking ship, the grand applause
You owe it to me to make this pledge
Swear it to me, swear it to me
Don't you want to go to Heaven?
Oh dear, oh dear
And if I show you my dark side?
Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident
Good daughters won't let you die
Your crippled steps down darkened hallways-
Have left you pawing for the light
Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident
Good things will never really die
Do you want to go to Heaven?
When you're grasping for the light
Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident
Good daughters won't let you die!