The people here have sold out on the fact that making money on you, while never making sure that you are in a sound environment to live in - is beyond me. It's beyond me to think that there are children here and it's unconscionable to move people in and out of their apartment homes without appropriations ever being made. And, those supposed appropriations that are made are only a band-aid fix. While people are living in the Woodlawn Hell Apartment living conditions; there are people making money off of you hand over fist in the fact that you aren't able to sleep, you could even lose in the battles with your health, and due to black mold and other bugs within the environment - people are getting sick left and right, and all due to lacking truth in maintenance and proper inspections.
I'm just going to show some pictures here as I've been hacked many times and want to make sure that my story is heard regardless on what these people want to do to me. And, let me tell you - these people are sold out, because they will allow you to live in conditions that are worsening your health, and it's all in hopes that you either move away or die without ever taking actions to get appropriations made for the peoples concerns here.
I just want to show people the holes that are wrapping around their building while never doing anything about these issues at all, these animals get into your homes and make your stay feel more like living in a cage, or in some hell as some inmate. It's gagging me the kinds of things that I've been having to deal with on the regular basis. And, not to mention that this place is not to code at all, and the inspections that are done here - aren't done right by the people renting to you - before you ever move in. And, as far as all your things. They're ruined because of all the bugs, black molds and other things that can get into your speakers, radio's, televisions or anything else. All your furnishings are now being ruined inside their apartment hell because these bugs are able to get into your homes, embedded into your carpets and begin to get into your clothes and things. Good luck at the interview Charlie! Good luck with everything in life! Because - no one is going to care too much about your little problem while there is money I believe being exchanged to make sure that this place and the people here don't get out - don't get their stories heard, while it's enough trouble to make you sick, and possibly even die.
Death is final enough right!? Death is a reason to run, right!? And, just what do you do when you aren't being paid right by your employer? The idea is to run-away, and get into a hotel and just maybe you'll be able to sleep. But, as for today - you're being turned into a Zombie by the establishment in solid ways that make certain that the people here don't get to be heard. And, I for one with the kinds of things that I've been dealing with - I won't allow them to keep moving people into their homes - not doing anything to make these people whole - and even parade on your anger when you're tired, and haven't slept for days and just want to take pictures of the grade - and then wants to tell you why don't you just move if you hate it here so bad.
Typical of them! It's so easy to see how much these people truly care to make sure their people here are made whole in their apartment conditions. It's so simple to see - just look around you and look at people here and you can see a lot of people are quite possibly in a lot of pain because of the things that are happening on a daily basis - they might not know how to get help for. Either way, I'm not going to stop at not getting that help. I'm out to make sure that everyone here is made whole - and not only in ways that you can get by, and make it through - but be made whole for all the concerns that you've had along your way.
People that move in here are quite forced out of regular living, and unable to see just how bad that the conditions here are. Who has the time to look at all these issues but a disenfranchised unit. A person who's been being hurt - to the point where all they get to do, is wake up in pain every day from only maybe getting a slight wink if any at all. I mean, I don't know if I'm sleeping at all or if I'm just sort of lightly scraping over sleep without ever really allowing myself to sleep sleep. It's silly to me to think that anyone should be made to go through these things unwittingly - and the strangest and most fearful feeling I have is when I'm feeling these things, and then hearing babies cry, and parents distressed from the kinds of conditions and not knowing where to run to, or how to calm down the situation, and my fear is that these kids and these parents are feeling the exact same ways that I am.
It's lost with what to do. It's just sadness and pain, constantly itching in my head, as if somehow - somewhere, I'm already dead. Somehow - somewhere, I'm already gone. I don't know where I am in this life, but I know I'm not myself. I know I'm not the person I ever could be, and it's all brought about by these places and people who are willing to allow for people to live in hell. Literal hell!
His face is literally gone out of him. He's not allowed to be himself. He's drained of emotion. Just what is this look!? I don't fucking know!? (All that I know is I feel SO SAD - SO SAD inside that I couldn't tell you just how bad it feels.)
I want to change the world - or I want the world to just go away. I'm allergic to the ways that these fictional helps are, these fictional monies, governments, police and every other facet of life has been altered in a way - that tarnished life and the freedom that we used to all enjoy- share, and get to live in peace with one another - even the people we don't like paying rent to in the first place could have outstanding relationships that we don't have today. I wonder if humanity will ever get back to that place - but probably not until Jesus reigns or something miraculous happens supernatural - this life is going to suck the life out of us.
Not only am I sad, I'm tired... sore... and downright drained of life. Every time I go out - I see a lot of people either having a good time, or people able to fight through and be able to smile, fight and get the things they want in life. But, not me. I'm not able to live a regular life because of other peoples doing. Everything that I am is not of my own doing - or I'd be inspired to be an astronaut that is set out to change the world. I don't know! I'd be something able to feel joy again, because today - I feel none. My heart beat makes me shake at night I have so high anxiety and these issues I feel are leading me into an early grave.
It's just that these things carry in our lives - and even when we are set out to change them, it seems there are wicked people WHO KNOW when you're two hours away from gaining your liberties back from what you're doing, and these cops acting in the color of law are willing to sabotage your ability to continue work, keep your car or even your place to live. It's systematic breakdown! It's systematic corruption, and it's a wink wink and a handshake and people are all good with it if the price is right. Life, doesn't matter anymore, and your life can be wasted and shot in a second due to a robbery. And, just like those robberies - these home lives are being destroyed.
It's not just my own life - another guy let me know that he's had constant flooding into his apartment bathroom for a month and a half or longer and nothing is ever done to fix these issues - but, come rent time - pay up or get out! It's silly to me why the people here aren't all getting together to STOP doing business with these people, and to make their concerns become louder then ever - when they are together - they become loud, and unstoppable.
Anger I believe in this situation is your best friend, because anger - when handled and channeled correctly, you can feel as though amazing things can come of it with a loud enough voice, and for all the times that you've been down and in pain, and stuck with the conditions of their apartment hells - it's enough to make certain that these people NEVER rent to anyone again - these are families - these are people and real people with real heart-beats. And, they need to know that these people are cheats! These people are frauds and don't give one fuck about your living conditions.
Cute huh? You like that scabby thing on my head!? Maybe these people renting here should be paid in scabs in sores. This is what they really like - right!?
Just look at these bugs here.
This is one I'm trying to show, you can't really see it but it's small.
This one is just from wiping an area that looked bad basically to prove what we're going through in their apartment hells. Isn't that just gross!
I'm not sure what this is, but I think I was looking for tiny bugs to take macro shots of. It was hard to find them but look at the Clorox Wipes. They are all over the inside of the container and on the lid and everything. What are these and how in the world did they get in the Clorox container? This is a waste of not only our lives, but our monies as well. Good luck getting to have a savings here - you aren't supposed to save your money here - you're just supposed to lie down in it and die, and not wish to get up in the morning, because it's all hell shit. It's all sick shit!
Seriously though, what is this?
Clorox Wipes ruined with bugs. We wanted to clean, now the clean got dirty even. To the hell with this Woodlawn Hell, it's a shame these people are allowing us to live like this and they've been and it's just sick what people are going through. I have a genuine ability about me, as I generally care a lot about people, but - I'm starting to fear it - because people end up telling me stories that they don't tell anyone else, and painful things - things that scar you, and things that stick you in the heart in such a way where you just want to work toward those peoples appropriations and aiming their concerns in a fashion that matters. A fashion that changes things, and gets appropriations made. A style that makes a world feel as it once might have - a world that might have harnessed some care and consideration for the world we are leaving for generations to come. These kids have no future where this world is concerned. These kids have no outlet to allow their voices to be heard. This is why I STEEM! I can't stand the ways that people are being abused, and I fear even those who are neglected already - who are more prone to feeling as though they just don't want to wake up. I for one know that feeling in loco-motion - move in place - and you don't get to get on your knee's until you fall there. And, when you fall there - you're already broken - and going to a place where you're already torn apart. All that I can tell you is go to God. God is there and will help you, and if you ask in Jesus name - I certainly believe all things are possible. I don't misplace a work of the Bible, and the words that are there are as a preview for the kinds of things that these people are willing to do, willing to settle for and willing to just do that much less - so that people end up living in conditions that are causing people and these kids to suicide themselves.
It's the kind of agony that drives a person crazy. And, this is the same kind of agony you are driving to and coming home to, where all your things are - and where life tells us is the only place we have to lie our heads. This is simply not satisfactory in my book, and nor will I ignore these things as they are happening.
This is more bugs inside the Clorox wipes. We threw them out! That's disgusting that we can't even buy cleaning products for our things in this place without those too being destroyed. Makes you really wonder - just what are the people dealing with. I can tell you what they are dealing with. A whole lot of added pressure and pain, then sadness and strife - as people mostly lose things, and continue to lose - people lose battles with their health, and even give up on life altogether. (Please don't give up EVER!) Your lives matter - and no matter WHAT these people are set out to make you feel like. Don't allow yourselves to be eaten up by them! You ought to know you're better then that. You ought to know you deserve more then THIS! Are you prepared to FIGHT or are you prepared to FIGHT! Which is it... because, you're going to have to FIGHT!
Just, you can't imagine all the stories that are going through in playbooks in peoples heads. You just haven't got the balls to imagine all that grief, strife, and the things that people are tired of losing and sacrificing. Even to the point where people are committing suicide over the issues that I'm talking about. And something tells me, that these kids - some of which just know too much. Their hearts are vibrating into their world too much, and so - you can imagine these people will stop at nothing to get their ways.
Here's a writing I wrote called, The world is Going, ...going ...GONE! I hope that you like it.
Tonight, I fought with the Devil, and I fought with demons. I fought with some kind of lice that felt more like a plague. I never did fall asleep, and oh ya, I forgot to eat. Tonight I’ve been going through hell with the feelings on my skin.
You might think that this is a lifestyle decision rather something real, but on the contrary my friends. This is real. This sucks! You feel it 10:03 on your elbow to hand, then face; neck, back, and buttocks. At 10:04 you feel it on your toes, and on the bottom of your heal. You begin to think you’re crazy at 10:05 and just before 10:06 you feel another one bite you. And, all through that minute you felt paralyzed and couldn’t do anything… Nothing at all!
You couldn’t sleep to dream a dream, or even get a wink. These things were attacking you, attacking you in your sink, and you drift off to sleep in the bathtub and wake up just before you drown. The bathtub, you figured had to be safe enough to sleep in, but you're afraid you might even drown before you get attention to your matters. You try to shower off and get in some new clothes, and your clothes are more then likely infested too. Black mold spores and unknown tiny bugs fishing around everywhere, as if they are taking over the world. And, within the first fifteen minutes from getting out of the shower, you’re already back in hell - your body feels as though – no one else would ever care about you, until they felt it too. These things wouldn’t stop, no matter what you try to do to get rid of them, there they are again.
And, as you start to get closer and closer to morning, you know that you’re going to be even more drained when you wake up if you don’t sleep now, and you can’t sleep. In fact, you don’t sleep. You don’t even sleep a wink. And, sleep is more like a nightmare in it of itself here.
What happens when you’re unable to sleep for days upon days? Your body shuts off, and your brain can suffer many damages because of lacking sleep. So what happens when you when you’re going through these things, and because you’re unable to sleep or get to feeling comfortable… what happens when a person snaps, and feels like they no longer feel alive? What happens then? And, what doesn't happen?
I don’t feel alive, I feel dead. I need to sleep. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for someone to help me out. God I need an outlet. Save me I can’t even pretend.
I’m scared of sinking my head into a pillow, the nightmares begin before I can pretend to be sleeping, and then – my eyes start to drift and I slowly cave into sleep, and the nightmares begin with the things around me. I start seeing through everything and everything that is gross start crawling around and wrapping around my home. The same things that are happening at the ground level are happening with bugs on my skin. Finding their ways in anywhere they can. Digging and crawling in creeping in. Inside your body, your eyes, your ears, your nose and throat… your buttocks, belly button throughout your skin and on your head… you feel it – and feel like you’re dead. I’m scared. I see red. No escape. I feel dead. Dead in my dreams, and dead at the wake – another day feeling gone just before day-break. I couldn’t fake the smile on my face, and everything inside was leaving my hopes and dreams and all that it was felt in my heart – to be lost without a trace. No one even feels me, no one even touches me. No one understands me, and no one knows the things that I do. No one has given a chance to know the kinds of things that can exist. No one knows the things that I’ve been going through, and all I can’t feel is the love people throw around as fake as it is – NOT THERE. The love that you pretend to show as though you care, while money and time leaves souls bare. I cannot hear the voices in my head, of a brother speaking love for you, only muttering words underneath his breath, and making you feel like death.
God I need to feel alive again… God Save Me! I can’t pretend! It’s just like my life has come to it’s end, right from where it began, all the way to the end. I can’t go on, I can’t go on this way… I can’t go on knowing that this place wasn’t supposed to be this way. This rot. This wretched. And, all the things that this world does and says and leaves people in all this confusion, when there is real knowledge out there that never costed a penny. The kinds that leaves a world with hope, and the kinds that leaves the worlds feeling the spokes of life, and the sparks that fly. It’s hard to feel as though this world is my home – when home is the last thing that this world lets be known, and family is the last thing that this worlds wants for you, is that best, that rest – that peaceful sleep – where the realities around you cannot mock you, and cannot even begin to really see the dreams that you envision.
You can envision it all you want to and you can’t get it, and you can’t touch it. It’s real, and it’s there and you can feel and practically see it all around you, but you can’t have it – because it’s not yours. It was His from the beginning and it’s His in the end. You’re not going to be able to take that away. You’re not going to be able to take beautiful away from beauty, or lovely away from love. You’re not going to be able to strip the natural from the unnatural, because all this worlds shit – it isn’t yours, and it isn’t you, and it isn’t hardly even real anymore with what people will do. The world!? It’s almost gone now. Just like a ball in slow motion going out of the park. It’s going… going…
yep.
GONE!
Where is a wrecking ball when you need one! I'll do the work!
It's just a tiny little guy, I know, but we need cranes and bull dossers and the whole NINE YARDS! We all know it's not that easy or we'd be doing THAT ourselves.
We get these in the hundreds - just crawling out of our walls... (You Pay Rent On Time!?)
And back to the outside holes that are helping these other things into our homes and our things as well. This is insanity that anyone should NOT KNOW ABOUT THESE CONDITIONS BEFORE MOVING PEOPLE INTO THEM.
Complete Disregard for peoples lives, their babies, or anything! Just disgusting!
And here are some mole tracks under the ground. You can barely see them in this shot below but, there are many more just like these and worse even, just (again) hard to get on camera.
Please just allow me to share some more pictures with you.
Here is some raised grade.
With obvious tracking systems in place where moles and rodents are wrapping around Woodlawn Terrace Apartments Here. It's enough to drive anyone out of these places and never to have these places be rented to people again - unless they are either brought up to code or revamped completely - in which case, I wouldn't want them unless they were completely redone! The land here is horrible for these things, and with the kinds of maintenance people are willing to do - good luck getting anywhere with them. They don't care!
We've been experiencing a lot of tiny little insects and adult lice. It's disgusting!
I feel as though bugs are even crawling in and out of my skin due to this place...
Which reminds me of the nightmares that I've been having where these things are just like...
The mice holes...
On the sides of the foundations, there are tracking systems that go all along the building here and all around the plot of land, and Woodlawn has also been notified about how bad this issue is, and yet - nobody cares.
I've had nothing but itchy issues since the mice came in... I was perfectly find before with just a tiny lotion once in awhile. And, now it's incredible - nothing helps. I've cleaned everything from ground up in this place and still these bugs are too much. You want to know what I want to ask this place?
Why the FUCK did you move us into these places without a fucking inspection done to these places before-hand?
You knew these issues and you swept them under the rug with a hand-shake and a wink-wink I suppose! That's my guess! What's the public opinions guess!? Am I right!?
I'd clean the bathroom for an example and just a few short days later... there is nothing but bugs crawling around everywhere. I had nothing else to do but clean them to kill as many of them as possible.
They're so big, they're making doors for themselves, and have tunnels in, and tunnels out. How cute? Are these little guys working up at the Burger King!?
I tinkled sorry... I don't know what else all happened, but I think I just shat myself now too! This is gross. I mean. When it gets to a point man where this shit is hard to talk about. Where is the megaphone and a pitchfork, because I got a lot to say, and I'm going to need protection! FUCK! These people criminal though - you aren't!
It should say Woodlawn Terrorist Apartments - More truthful!
Just more pictures of holes and things protruding into the fronts and backs of the foundation structures.
