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5:53 pm. After finding some strange substance poured onto the baseboards around my room's door again, I find my patience running out with certain social misfits. I don't understand their destructive urges, I'm an artist. I wish they'd take their mental problem to a hospital instead of dumping on me with it. I'm not a psychiatrist. I don't have the patience to deal with such behaviour. And what's this guy doing in my building? How much is its cheap rent worth? We're exploring the limits of it. But I still make my own fun when I can, as shown above. To me, having fun alone is the key. I don't want to depend on others for my fun. 11:14 am. Revenue Canada, I did not get my refund. This is at least the second year in a row that I received no direct deposit for my main refund after I filed my return. Last year I only got my GST. Check and see. I received no direct payment for my main refund last year. This year I only got the form in the mail saying it was processed by the government on July 11, 2019 - late because someone had written 'wrong street' over the mailing address which was correct. Where's my refund? I'm not trying to be cute, by the way, telling you to audit those stars. They had massive incomes from their fraud with my music and comedy. You're supposed to penalize them heavily when they get busted. Never mind what the gangsters on TV say or do. I'll be regularly asking you where my refund went. I'm asking you here because everyone reads it. Some people read it for the wrong reason, such as wanting to have a secret 'advantage' over a person whose face and name are public. They may want to gossip like schoolgirls. They may want to create some sort of problem for me by misinterpreting my posts for other people. But the bottom line is that everyone reads it. And everyone will be reading about how you say I have a refund owing and then don't give it to me. When I got my mail, it was spread out on the stairs of the entrance to my building. There is only one mail key for twenty people in our house, so we depend on the manager to distribute our mail. But he didn't want to yesterday. I wonder why. It couldn't possibly be because of me and all I've done to improve life at the building. I only quit because that bad tenant was putting too much pressure on me and the work is stressful enough on its own. Funny how I always have to pay for everything that isn't my fault in my house. Like the phone. We can't receive in-calls on our phone because of drug addicts who ring the phone off the hook. We can't have a front door buzzer because of drug addicts who press the thing continuously. No phone, no front door, no mail: it's like you're still homeless as you're living there. I'll be glad to bid good-bye to this scene. Too many desperate people ruins this world. Yes, I've been working on new songs. I'm into songs that have not been shared on YouTube. I'm even past the ones I shared that still didn't have their words. And last night I drew a nice calendar. I started July with a nice image of Helios in the sky. Sort of Pre-Raphaelite. My friend came by and was impressed with the quality of my artwork. He said 'you really are an artist.' I said 'that's why I write songs.' I write them for the beauty, not for my hormones. That's what gives my music its integrity. And my new songs are turning out well. I'm advancing into a more sophisticated sound. I'm glad because I have too many old songs that ended up getting used to screw Revenue Canada by their abusers. That wasn't my fault either. I shouldn't be faulted for what a bunch of miserable creeps do to my music or comedy without my permission. Revenue Canada, here are a couple hundred songs that might have been reported as income by fraud bands and performers. I made no money from them, just like I got nothing from you after you processed my refund. |
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Friday, July 19, 2019
Where's My Refund?
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