Born To Be Miserable

Saturday, March 12, 2011

I try to help if I can. Arts Based Funding links - don't know how clean they are. But....


                        ...if you read my blogspot, then here they are as I have them folks...


                 Americans for the Arts
                    1000 Vermont Avenue NW
                    12th Floor
                    Washington, D.C.  20005
                    (202) 371-2830

                  Arts Extension Service
                     University of Massachusetts
                     Division of Continuing Education
                     602 Goodell Building
                     Amherst, MA  01003
                     (413) 545-2360

                     Foundation Center: New York
                     79 Fifth Avenue
                     New York, NY  10003-3076
                     (212) 620-4230

                Foundation Center: Cleveland
                     Kent H. Smith Library
                     1422 Euclid Avenue
                     Cleveland, Ohio  44115
                     (216) 861-1933 : Recorded information
                     (216) 861-1934: Office Phone number

                 Funding Center
                     5524 Conistone Court
                     Burke, VA  22015
                     (703) 503-5045

                  Grantsmanship Center
                     1125 W. Sixth Street, 5th Floor
                     P. O. Box 17220
                     Los Angeles, CA  90017
                     (800) 421-9512

               Individual Creativity Program
                     Ohio Arts Council (OAC)
                     727 East Main Street
                     Columbus, Ohio  43205
                     Phone (614) 466-2613

                Cultural Funding: Federal Opportunities
                     (site is currently being updated)

                      ADDITIONAL WEBSITES 

Artists Health Insurance Resource Center

Arts Wire

The Center for The Arts and Culture (DC)


Columbus Chamber of Commerce

                           Greater Columbus Arts Council

Guide for Charitable Organization Board Members

Internal  Revenue Service

Board Source


What is "Cornbread" - the 'Activist' group? by Kimberly Koerber-Bauer-Koerber

Cornbread was originally a female police team who wore their hair very short and dyed the color of cornbread. 

Cornbread is also a 'white trash', marijuana advocacy group.  They are not called "Norml" or about Marijuana Reform laws but are gun toting tyrants, who go around a racketeer and insult police because instead of using the due process, and trying to get marijuana decriminalized and then legalized, they decided to be an important gang.  They are essentially laid off factory workers in type, with various scattered leaders. 

These people 'could' be a part of "Cornbread"
 Cornbread also seems to have some kind of sex offender issue that relates to 'masturbating'' or saying the word.

A crusty, slovenly Klansman named "David Nihlens" had this word 'masturbating' as his social policy issue.  He used to talk about it all of the time in meeting, and said that this was his way to disturb people.  His acting out had something to do with this, as seen and heard, and had to do with whatever else the man got involved in 'off stage'. 

In Ohio, crooks decided that they wanted to do development for the state a certain way. One of the areas that exists in this global dynasty is the might Las Vegas "elephant' where prostitution was legal for years. This is the same 'elephant' where people lost their lives, life savings, and got involved in various fraud and scam based areas. "Stars" from the Las Vegas cult were for some reason attracted to Columbus, Ohio to also be part of social policy influence here, to 'fill in the gaps' where women said 'no to sex' in marital and committed relationships. It is bad enough that crooks racketeered various Democrats and got involved in fraud strings (different people using one victim's first and last name) but this 'sex ring' also included a very smart and very covert kidnapping ring) and was a heavy influence in many ways. Social Workers in Ohio, who graduated from the Ohio State University, here in Columbus, were not helped, as Social Workers, like police, and others in the legal professionals, f.y.i. - are called 'mandated court reporters'. What this means is that if a case of importuning, or corruption of minors, as in 'old men molesting of having sex with underage women' comes up - the Social Worker is supposed to appear if subpoenaed as part of a job - or an ethics charge can be filed.

In Ohio, The strong KKK decided that men from their 'organization' were entitled to have sex with minors with out being bothered by prosecution and threatened with jail sentences, so worked hard to diminish Social Workers, and if they could, found a way to 'trade them' for real life hookers. The Ohio State University, at Stillman Hall - is where I graduated from and "The Office of Female Empowerment" located there is not helping matters. Contacting them at the mighty "elephant' which is Ohio State University seemed to do no good.

(It is currently 9:00 p.m. - and closing time here at the library, where I am a patron working on the Internet - not a library employee.)

Am I supposed to be around and alive? You Bet.
Are these kooks supposed to be locked up instead of being instigators? YOU BET!

But, this is my opinion and they seem to have the right to have Freedom of Speech.

to be continued...

Friday, March 11, 2011

Under Investigation: "Quilts and their Patterns" - by Kimberly Koerber-Bauer-Koerber

by Kimberly Koerber-Bauer-Koerber

The below theme was seen as a poetic addition around a quilt hung on a wall
inside of a funding board room aka Greater Columbus Arts Council on the 22nd floor of
The Chase Bank Building
100 E Broad Street
Columbus, Ohio

"Dance sets me free"

"I thought I heard the Angels say
           Follow the Drinking Gourd
            The Stars in the Heavens
             gonna show you the way
            Follow the Drinking Gourd
For the Old Man
is Waiting
to Carry You"

This quilt is dark blue, with white stars.  It is a beautifully done quilt, with matching squares that tell a story.  The verse around the quilt is an excellent tie in to this artistic piece, which
appears to be African in orientation.  A cultural quilt would be this.

On another occasion, I saw a quilt, that was multifaceted, which is hung in the library at the Rochester, Minnesota Public Library, and is able to be seen online at  The Rochester Minnesota Public Library is located at 101 2nd Street, Rochester, Minnesota. 

"Library volunteer, Annette Sjolund, fondly recalls, “I was approached by library staff to help with a little quilt project.” Little did any of us know the project would grow into something much larger. We hoped to create a small piece of collaborative art highlighting our diverse community. Artists were encouraged to submit blocks for the quilt that—while celebrating their needlework and fiber art skills—would also recognize the larger diversity theme by reflecting their cultures and heritages.Historically, The Barnum and Bailey Circus had a clown named Emmett Kelly who was the witness t crime and murder.  Emmett Kelly became a hobo and a circus icon, and is one of the greatest clowns on earth or was.  The clown women's faces at the Dorothy Day house indicate the same type of thing.  In another area, women in particular did not receive their police hub salaries and were then supposed to be raped in Wooster, Ohio.  This is because of being part of the police in a mob related area.  Crooks from there then came to the Mayo clinic area, in Rochester, Minnesota and the criminals put themselves in "positions of authority over others, for whom they made bad choices".

"The response far exceeded all of our expectations. We received 55 blocks representing 40 different countries/cultures/backgrounds and a variety of needlework skills. Some artists tried to capture their perceptions or images of their home countries. Some represented a social group or organization that had become representative of their cultures. Others showed symbols of what they defined as their culture, such as a home language or a country’s crest. Each block has a story reflecting the artist’s background. Some artists learned the craft as a hobby; for some it was a necessity and for others, it was a family tradition. The quilt provides an opportunity for the artists to “chronicle” their journey, showcases their talent and recognizes that our unique perspectives can enrich everyone’s lives.

This endeavor would not have been possible without the dedication of our amazing quilters, Karen Koeller and Annette Sjolund, who spent countless hours bringing this vision to life. Their creativity in weaving 55 distinct blocks into a single piece of art is truly inspiring.

The Threads of Our Community quilt is an art project demonstrating that there is a place for all people in the fabric of our society. The quilt hangs in the main stairwell of our library as a commemoration of the diverse skills, talents and heritages found here in our very own community.

~ Rochester Public Library Diversity “Quilt” Committee

All of the quilt squares are distinct and special, and made a certain way, and
represent the texture of life with different characters.
The third quilt that I would comment on 
is at Dorothy Day House,
703 1st Street, SW
Rochester, Minnesota, 55902

That quilt would have to do with "Testimony and Fear",
because in Ohio and in other areas, crooks created problems for anyone who was part of the police.  People were supposed to be in fear and avoid the crooks, and the crooks then try to manipulate the circumstances.  For instance, Dorothy Day House is a 14 day stay shelter.  They actually want victims to participate in mob activity and live in qwhite slavery housing with people they do not know, have no employment, no jobs, and no life.  The "Testimony and fear" theme would apply here, as the quilt in the basement has a mjultitude of females in 'clown garb, with different hats.  The point is that "Testimony and Fear" is an theme which came from the
Barnum and Bailey Circus".
There was no Salvation Army or other common shelter there due to theft and misapproriation of funding.

Then, crooks were insistant on pulling people who had no interest in mob activity into white slavery to have to put up with the same type of thing again, or find a way to run away.

Quilts of the world is something that I could be contracted by the Mental Health Board here in Franklin County, or ADAMH in general to write.  Unfortunately, thanks to having to be stranded with crooks who kept wanting to impose their will on me and exert undue and unneeded control, circumstances became worse and worse.  Because our monies were ripped off, the crooks tried to 'fix this' by claiming that everyone but crooks running the cartel system were mentally ill, and this worked for a long time, because the people who had the ability to run away and leave these controlled circumstances and situation with the criminals did so.  In the case of a man I am observing closely, the man has extreme mood swings and his face even changes, as if several different people at the same time inside of one person.  He is questionable because he is an intelligent individual capable of manipulating others by doing this.  In vulnerable or very young people, who are victims, instead of the person being a crook, the ego actually splits.
I was an avid reader of
some of these mental health topics
and treatments and had
a home library, before becoming
affected by gang activity which
made me homeless and dependant.

The areas of interest that generally cause law enforcement people to become more fully engaged have to do with crooks acting out in various ways, which in cleaner systems are sanctioned and punished.  All of these things are part of a 'community's individual quilt' and make each community what it is. Criminology and mental illness have other ramifications and 'applications' for the crooks. 

When I originated "The Indigo Drum", before it became a victim of a hostile takeover and now has to be redeveloped using a different name, I am currently still thinking intently about how we could establish an interface between Social Work and Law Enforcement.  Crooks did not like this, and wanted "the Indigo Drum" to be split up of split off - in a schizophrenic way.  For instance, they got one whore who was supposed to use my maiden name, another who was supposed to use my married name, another who was supposed to use the name Kimberlee Bauer, and crooks who were supposed to take the project over in a black power type of way by having me evicted from my house because the locals in Wooster, Ohio refused to cash checks sent and claimed that they were 'fraud'; checks to further rob me and confiscate the money.  In addition to this, for the last 15 years I have no been able to find reasonable employment, thanks to unresolved abuse issues in Ohio.  This all was a stall and the state became schizophrenic and split off, with different hate groups taking over.  Governor Strickland, the last and the worst since no gubernatorial goals wee met at all during his term was not reelected, but was angry about this and decided that he was supposed to still be governor anyhow, and he and a crew then sabotaged the current governor of the state.  Recently, during a planned press conference, Governor Kasich did not have his web site available for the pres conference, so that questions and answers could not appear there ever. There was no black candidate run as governor, nor a female candidate, so this was not the issue, and both blacks and the Female Majority had adequate time to prepare for this and prepare and recommend candidates. 

Maybe a situation similar to the above went on before all of the hassles that are current.  If it did, it was covered up.  There was no news of a circumstance or a particular shooting that happened, but there was mention of a "Black Leader" being killed sometime in the ten year period between 1996 and  2006, and the individuals covered up this crime and acted like the people who heard about it were mentally ill.  Also, there was another 'police agent launch' for females involved in this mess, which was stopped.  Instead, crooks got into mob activity, and into "Sex With Slaves and other White and Black power issues. 

All of this is an important part of the 'quilt pattern' in addition to solutions which should still be upcoming.

A Splitting Apart
 I filed for divorce in about 1996 based on Domestic Violence.
Then, Crooks decided that I was not going to get a divorce settlement and that
a prosititute was supposed to use my name.
We have one son, Justin Jeremy Bauer who was affected.
I said that if my marriage was supposed to heal and we were supposed to get bakc together, that it would have happened.  It never did for whatever reason.
My exhusband was in a "created string" and made it impossible.


March 13, 2011

Today, At almost exactly 3:30 pm, I walked into the Bexley library, and sat down where there was noone and a black umbrella sat by itself.  There was a man who showed up and started mouthing off.  I told the man I though he was ignorant, and he continued with abusive rhetoric.  I got up and left, but the library staff removed the man, and told me that the police had been called.  While walking around after the incident, I noticed the book "Black Zodiac" by Charles Wright.  The book has many poems in it, but the most relavant to me and to the 'angry outburst incident that proceeded was this poem:

by Charles Wright

Sunday, September Sunday ...Outdoors
Like an early page from The Appalachian Book opf The Dead,
Sunlight lavishes brilliance on every surface,
Doves settle, surreptitious angels, on tree limb and box branch,
A crow calls, deep in its own darkness,
Something like the water ticks on
Just there, beyond the horizon, just there, steady clock...

Go in fear of abstractions...
                                                                                              Well possibly, Meanwhile,
They are the strata our bodies rise through, the sere veins
Our skins rub off on.
For instance, whatever enlightenment there might be
Housels compassion and affection, those two tributaries
That river above our lives,
Whose waters we sense the sense of
                                                                                                                late at night, and later still.

Uneasy, suburbanized,
I drift from the lawn chair to the back porch to the dwarf orchard
Testing the grass and the border garden.
A stillness, as in the passageways of Paridise,
Bell jars the afternoon.
                                                                                                                Leaves, like ex votos, hang hard and shine
Under the endlessness of heaven.
Such skeletal altars, such vacant sanctuary.

It always amazes me
How landscape recalibrates the stations of the dead,

How what we see jacks up
                                                                                                           the odd quotient of what we don't see,
How God's breath reonstitutes our walking up and walking down.
First glimpse of autumn, stretched tight and snicked, a bad face
Flicks in and flicks out,
                                         a virtual reality.
Time to begin a long division.

Source:  Black Zodiac by Charles Wright
The Noonday Press
Farrar, Straus, and Giroux
New York
Copyright 1997 by Charles Wright
All Rights reserved


A quilt in the Bexley, Ohio public library
marks their conservatism.
Black, White, and colors of grey are on a quilt on the wall which
people coming into the library can see at first glance. 

The quilt, which is by "Deborah Melton Anderson"
is called "Brown Tracking" (United Parcel Service)
It is made of discharged black cotton, and border is quilted w/ silk threads.  The quilt is 45" square, and has a black and white target in the middle.

The quilt is Beautiful.  I tried to include a link with a picture, but the quilt has no picture online.  
Fans will have to come in the library to see the quilt for themselves.
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An Open Letter To Google sent today

                                                                                                                      March 11, 2011


Another Rockwell
picture downloaded
from the free internet.
I am experiencing a problem. I have a blogger account, and can sign in to that account. Yesterday, I went to a meeting that has to do with getting funding for an Arts based agency. I previously named the Agency "the Indigo Drum". Because of hostile activity where "The Indigo Drum" originated, I was evicted. I want to rename the entity and get the IRS after the people who got involved in escheat of that entity. I also draw a cartoon strip called "cartoon City". Samples are on my blogspot called Yesterday, I went to a meeting which is supposed to fund agencies like mine located at 100 E. Broad Street, Columbus, Ohio - 22nd floor, Columbus, Ohio at their request. The woman who was conducting the meeting asked me if I used as my normal address I do not use that address at all and do not have the password. When I tried to get the password via using Google today, I couldn't obtain it. I need some assistance in this matter. Thanks much!


                                                                          Kimberly! :)
P.S. - This letter was sent online by using the following link:

Thursday, March 10, 2011

My Son in a Cage - introducing Justin Bauer by Kimberly Koerber-Bauer-Koerber.

Norman Rockwell's "Mermaid In A Cage"
Kimberly's "A Son In A Cage".
This Mermaid being hauled around in a cage could represent a man
who needed to control a
whore in "Sex With Slaves" - a
real life 'development program'
that The State Of Ohio came up
with to attain wealth.
Nursing homes, 'beautiful women' dying men,
and people living alone
all are a part of this real life Ohio drama
that is based in "Reality Theatre"
This is an email lead I recently received.  Maybe this is the truth.  Thanks! :)

There is a man by the name of Justin Jeremy Bauer in the Gaston county jail located in Gastonia North Carolina. You can verify this by visiting their website.
He claims that his mother is Kimberly Ann Koerber who was born in Medina

Soon After receiving the link of where Justin was and sending the sender a "thank you" by email, I received a letter from him dated March 10, 2011.

The letter is as follows:

Dear Mom,

Hello its me  - your son.  How are you?  Me - not so good.  I'm in jail in Gaston County in Gastonia North Carolina but I'll get back to that.  First let me say I was extremely excited to of  finally found you (assuming this letter gets to you).  I've tried several times but have been unsuccessful.  My drug counselor is the one who actually found you for me.  I was so grateful.  Its been so long.  I miss you very much and love you very much so what is going on with you?  Are you OK?  Although I haven't got to see it my counselor tels me you also have a blog on the Internet.  Pretty neat.  I hate I can't talk to you or hear your voice.  The phones here only make collect calls - you have to put "Securus" minutes on a phone.  I'm not sure if you have any interest but if you look up Gaston County Jail in Gastonia, North Carolina - get their phone number and they will tell you how to do it.  Also you should be able to look me up along with my mug shot photo + probably list of charges they have me in here on.  But anyhow, let me tell you a little about what's been going on with me overall I guess I've been fine.  Was working in Florida for a paint company doing pretty good then all of a sudden one day they went bankrupt and all work stopped. While down there I met a girl that was from Mooresville, North Carolina who moved in with me.  After stuff got bad with work and all construction got bad and work was nearly impossible to find in the area I was in Florida so she suggested we move to where she was from and where her parents live.  Without much of a choice I finally agreed to after a few weeks I got another job painting (which I 've really gotten quite good at over the years) had us an apartment had my own truck and everything went real smooth for a couple of years.  Not trouble no problems - nothing.  Then I found out one day she was cheating on me  I was so heart broken,  I really loved this

...and writing and writing and writing...

girl but even after giving her another chance she did it again so needing to get away and having no other choice I called a friend.  I met in Florida who was also from North Carolina too - Gastonia.  Sold my truck to afford rent and food and got a place with him and a job painting again.  We got along real good.  Pretty good Friend.  Anyhow, after a while stuff also got slow with that job and eventually got laid off around that same time.  I met my friends sister and we started to date.  I got a new job + she helped me get to work and back and we started to fall in love.  My friend warned me to stay away from her - she was only trouble but I didn't listen.
Eventually I moved in with her and her two kids and bought me another truck which I still have now.  Nothing special - a 94 Ford Ranger.  a little beat up but it's mine.  I paid for it from working title in my name and everything but after working for this new guy a few months he made me foreman.  Everything was going good again but after awhile just like all the other jobs work got slow again.  I got laid off.  Sucks and since I've never really made a whole big bunch of money, I've always lived week by week and was unable to save any money so things started to get real bad.  We were going to get our power shut off, lose our place to live and started to not have any thing to eat so when you with someone a while you start to feel like their kids are your kids too even if they are not you.  Know like we were one family so I was trying everything I could to keep us going from taking some scrap metal from the side of the road to desperately seeking employment. Some how along the way my girlfriend met another couple.  She was a drug dealer and he was a thief who had a baby together.  Pretty soon she befriended them + gave them a place to stay with us because they had a power bill they couldn't afford not long after that Shanna my girlfriend started to sell prescription pills too and sold them to a Confidential Source of information on several occasions.  She is in this jail too.  On one occasion I took her to sell some of the pills and handed the informant the pills and got the money which is 3 or so of my charges so now she is in jail, I'm in jail, and ll of my clothes, Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, truck, title, TVs and pretty much everything I own is at a rented house in Gastonia.  I write her on the other floor she is on and she said that her cousin is living there with her kids for now but for how long - I don't know with no job.  But anyhow I'm sure everything will work itself out, hopefully, but I've been in two months longer than her.  Let me explain why the other couple who was living with us - the drug dealer and the thief were living with us a while and suddenly he started bringing all kinds of merchandise into the house.  All kinds of different stuff like radios, CD players, navigation systems, a 3006 gun, just all kinds of different stuff and telling us all along it was his stuff he got from a flea market.  After I became a little closer to him he told me not to become mad and explained to me he was getting all these things from stealing from cars and then told me if I drove him somewhere one night he would pay me.  Not having any option I decided to take him and made the stupid decision to help him one night and one night only.  All the while this guys was doing it for weeks - maybe months.  Anyhow some time that night we were seen and eventually followed home.  The people who followed us called the cops and soon after they showed up at my house - arrested me and the other boy in the house and even though I was far from innocent I was not involved in everything I was accused of .  You see all of the stuff that was in the house most of which he stole alone, they charged us both with.  92 charges in all.  Really sucks.  But I just wanted to tell you  my story .  I think you deserve to know the truth.  Anyhow now I'm not really sure what I'm facing as far as time is concerned.  I think the other guy involved is trying to blame everything on me but still waiting to see my lawyer.  Been here over 2 months and we still haven't seem one yet but anyhow I'm really hope that your happy to hear from me though I hate the circumstances on which it happened.  I'm really excited to hear back from you.  After all your my mom + I love you very much  Your the only family I have left in the world.  I'm really scared, nervous, anxious, and really just need you Mom.  If only to write with me back and forth.  I'm very sorry that I ever lost touch with you but glad that I finally found you.  I'm not sure how well you get around these days but if by some miracle of God you decide to come see write me back and tell me so I can add you on  to my visitation list.  Last visits are on Monday for me but if you call the jail they will probably tell you everything you need to know as far as visits go and you cannot send me anything in the mail - no socks, no underwear, no cash, nothing except pictures, letters, and money orders.  They are very strict.  Even if you came here in person they won't let you give them cash or a money order.  Only way is to put money on my account is to send a money order through he mail.  The jail will explain to you too if you decide to call please don't in anyway take this as me asking for money.  I really don't expect that.  I just wanted you to know in case you were wondering I'm happy that I found my mom again!!! I've got a lot of questions for you like first and foremost how are you? And how have you been?  Are you OK?  Are you remarried or have a boyfriend?  are you working?  Do you have a car?  I'm sorry if I seem nosey but it really stinks that the only thing I know about my own mom is that she lives in a Motel One in Columbus on Main Street and has a biog on the Internet.  Please just write me back.  I would love to hear from you Mom.  I love you and miss you and I can only hope that you still love me too but I don't know what else to write for now.  Just want to make sure this letter gets to you before I go too far overboard but still got so much to tell you in all.

                                                                                                         Love you,
                                                                                          Your son

                                                        ( written)                       Justin Bauer
                                                    (hand printed)                   Justin Jeremy Bauer


Response to Justin (which he will receive)

Dear Justin,

It was nice to receive your letter.  My fiance', John Drilling who also does painting as part of construction was asking questions because he says he wants a 'no soap opera'
life with few people around and wondered how you knew where I was, so I let him read your letter.  John and I are coming to Raleigh, N.C. within two weeks, I think.  He already got the tickets.  Because of Wooster Rathole people acting out, I have been in a position of dependency for a long time and am currently dependent on John.  I do not like it.  He wants to remind me daily that I am a bum who does not work: because of crooks in administration in Ohio I haven't been able to get hired to do much of anything for money here for years.  I would like to be employed again, and run "The Indigo Drum" as itself with projected plan and itinerary using college interns which they blocked at O.S.U. out of spite, as part of a racketeering plan for the College of Social Work, which is under investigation.  I maintain my Facebook page and my blogspot called "Born To Be Miserable" at  John wanted to read this before he angrily left today and started spouting off again.  He, on this day in history which the lord hath given us, claims that he is not going to Raleigh with me, but is having severe headaches and already bought the Greyhound bus tickets, so we will see what occurs.  John is a cabdriver for Acme cab and is basically ok but has a mental illness and refuses to get treatment so smokes weed which helps him to not get 'Out of Control'.  We have been in a relationship ever since I met him at The Salvation Army in Wooster, Ohio.  The medicinal effects of smoking weed are strong and have been noted since observers saw and experienced 'peace pipes' on American Indian reservations and in Indian tribal areas.  Clinicians, including doctors and people treating mental illnesses knew about this also and that certain people preferred weed to heavy chemicals with a residual effect.  Some practitioners frown on the use of weed and call this 'self-medication' while others who are more liberal think this is a valid treatment - like a manufactured medicine.  Too bad weed is not being
decriminalized in Ohio or moving toward legalization, but instead we have kooks like "Cornbread' running around with guns as fake police causing trouble who are correlated with marijuana in Ohio.
                                                                                              Much love,
On a Belated Birthday card to Justin my verse:

"Three Days of Grace"
"Remember me?"
I look like the beautiful
butterfly photographed live 'again'
'on the rock driveway' at
Bauer's house
at 1785 Akron Road,
Wooster, Ohio.
by Kimberly Koerber-Bauer-Koerber

The Cow Moos
The Rooster Crows
The People pay dues
The City Tows
Through Sparkled pane glass...
I observe.

Grace rehabs the lands
A temporary home: The Motel One
Many Rooms, Different Stands
A Team could arise to see the sun
Can't say more or less...
I Think.

Trees line the street
One Two Three, Four, Five
The Pattern a repeat
All Unique, not clones from a hive
Slanted roofs with runoff...
I Feel

                                                                  I am broke thanks to crooks :(
                                                                              Much Love Anyhow,
                                                                                         Kimberly and John


On Saturday, March 26, 2011...
Justin sent another letter.  He asked that this not be on the Internet.  My response to him was this:

Dear Justin,

Enclosed is a card I made for you about Deb Nichols.  Recall her?   

John and I will be staying at The Salvation Army Shelter in Raleigh if we get in.  If not, I don't know. what we will do.  John said that he looked up the newspaper article about you in the Gastonia paper and that you have a $200,000.00 bond.  

Maybe you should call a bailbondsman.  Your aunt Cheryl Newman is on Facebook.  She and her friends are supposed to be rich, important gangsters.  Maybe she can help you.  When John and I were in Chicago, Illinois, and I called her from the payphone at the Grey hound bus station, someone answered the phone, put her on, and she said she had no sister named Kim, but she has always been like this in my life.  Then, she started hassling me on Facebook.  This would be classified as a funny joke.  [hahahaha:(]You are her nephew, though.   Maybe this important gangster will help you.  Her address in Chicago is this:
                    Cheryl and Roy Newman
                    1028 S. Kenilworth Avenue
                     Oakpark, Illinois  60304-1915

phone number is (708) 386-8344


P.S.- If John agrees to get and pay for a valid Ohio i.d. for me, there may be a delay, since they are not open on the weekend and we are supposed to leave at about 2:30 am on Monday morning.  I did jot lose my Driver's License because of careless driving - this happened because I had no money to pay for a driver's license and he made not enough money driving a cab to pay for 'extraneous things" like this.  Because of fraud in Ohio, I have not been able to get hired for a job.  I understand that I died. Oh well. :(


                                                                                                                            March 28, 2011

Dear Friends,

After further consideration, I decided to put Justin's last letter on the internet anyhow, In additon to my most recent response.

Justin Bauer
425 N. Marietta 
Gastonia, N.C. 
Dear Mom,
     I was glad to hear from and receive your letter today.  I was starting to wonder if you got mine and was interested in writing me back if you didn't get it.  I'm glad to see you were and although I don't see how putting my letter on the internet is going to help  but kind of hurt my feelings because it was kinda of a personal  letter to you but I guess like the saying goes "Mother Knows Beat" would apply to this situation.  But like I was saying, I was extremely happy to  hear from you and it was good to read that you were happy to hear from me too but how come your letter was so short even though I admire your being direct and right to the point.  I guess it's not really what I expected after so long from not hearing from you.  Your still my mom and I still love you very much which gives me a degree of concern about what I mean is - How are you doing.  Doing good?  Doing bad.  Are you safe?  I assume your not remarried because your last name is the same.  Are you working?  Are you driving?  What's going on in your life?  I'm truly not trying to be nosey but I'm your son and am just curious.  But don't get me wrong, I was really glad to hear back from you.  It really brightened my day up.  But all in all, I'm ok.  Doing the best i can to keep my chin up day in and day out even though this place is depressing as hell.  But now that I found my mom your the ray of sunshine that brightens my days.  I was really starting to feel like there was nobody left in the world who cared about me left.  But for now, it's getting late and I want to get this letter in the mail as soon as possible so it finds its way to you.  I love you Mom.  Please keep in close touch and write back soon.

                                                                                                        Your Son,

                                                                 (printed)                   Justin Bauer
                                                                 (written)                    Justin Bauer

Response from me:

Dear Justin,

     Enclosed are two hand crocheted snowflakes.  These snowflakes, which could be made by anyone, could be given out as a goodwill gesture to various foreign operatives.  Right now, the U.S. has issues with illegal immigration of blacks from various African countries.  Instead of this, "Someone's" development plan was to have cabdrivers take prostitutes door to door to sell cocaine and other drugs in Ohio.  This is the "Snowflakes Cult" also.  The money for The Indigo Drum (same as the color you now see  - blue) was ripped off in Wooster, Ohio.  This is why I am moving to Raleigh, N.C. which is supposed to be better than Ohio.  I have no desire to work for the Mob.  We are leaving tomorrow instead of today.  Today is Monday.  Also, a crook wanted your Aunt Cherie, who graduated from high school in 1977 (lucky sevens as in gambling) to 'win' and have crooked friends using my name.  That project failed when I filed a Federal fraud complaint.

     I need grant funding for "the Indigo Drum" and it WILL SAIL in another state without KKK harassment.  Besides, "Born To Be Miserable" I just started a new blogspot called "White Color Copies Only" about paranormal activity and paranormal investigations.  This is a contributor site.
                                                                                                               Much Love,


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"I have been a member of the Episcopal Church all of my life"

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Hello! I am a Social Worker (since 1990) and a writer. I am seeking writing jobs, funding for my Writing business called "the Indigo Drum" and a way to run an office again, plus a car.