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Monday, September 12, 2011

First of all I must say I'm a long time appreciative customer who loves your Coffee, enviroment, service, and of course the iTunes cards. It is amazing that I have never had a complaint in all of the thousand or so visits to your shop throughout the country!!!! Tonite I stopped by the mall specifically to enjoy a Venti coffee and the ladies at the stand were inhospitable. Although it was only 8:45 they said they were closed. I asked well do you have any coffee left over or maybe an Americano? They told me, "We close when the Mall closes." Terrible logic due to the fact the mall was not closed. I asked for a manager's name and number and they were unable to provide me with one, stating, "our manager got fired, we don't know who's in charge." Very unlikely, if no one's in charge then what keeps them from swindling the corporation. The young lady got in a huff after that and threatened to call mall security as if it was wrong of me to ask questions of service. Starbucks, I felt bewildered and dismayed.....My first cup of your coffee was enjoyed on a train ride from Jefferson City, MO to Seattle,WA back in 1997. Your 99.98% perfect service towards me is stellar, but it doesn't feel as good as the impeccable 100% I use to know.

Friday, September 9, 2011

That was a month before SALICYCLIC ACID
Curvature of the scalp. An Absyss occured. Pulling into its wound follicles like an anomily; a black hole did originate in my head as prophosized. The pain a dull sense of unrest unjust and dis dis ease. Waking hours sleeping hours did not adjust the restlessness and vertigo. Plucking and perplexed I set out upon this labrynth sea of lessons and learn I did indeed. Those that should of helped me only thickened the hurt. Doctors prescribrd steroids which only excaserabted the reneagade deeper into the hidden pit. Mirtazipan deadly a dermatologist insisted caused a depression in my mind like no other paracide included. The nag of the old mare suggested glue factory. And wisdom of the father sent me to counselor on to psychiatrist and failed psychotherapy due to cost. Eventially I strong armed a surrogate dr to scheduled blood tests. They returned saying I was in good health; but how can I feel like I'm dying all the day and night. Sax playing a curse set and I stopped playing a year before this all started. The curvature of my scalp like geotectonic plates in hyper speed. Phenomena crept into by back lower back and finally spine till I claw for hours at invisible fubar bogies. Trictolomania fuck trichtolomania, an impulse control dx similar to gambling addiction, kleptomania, and arson junkies. Needless to say, cuss words endless omitted along with the infinte prayers of mercy; and of course the all too real damnations of God's creation itself, I suffered too physiologically to deem this trichtolomania. A barber plucker hairy backed cucoldmonger I may seem but damned if I'm going to do Nothing about this. Extract this and that and then some in private and public. Let my hurt be seen what do I care to hide it. A time machine it has become. For it steals my time forward. I am aware of the great loss. Kleshas play the tricks and you adjust. Four months now there have been daily adjustments new paradigms daily. I am dizzy with theory and approach.