So the evil fucks at 1001 Polk Street in San Franciso have started lowering the volume of the television every time I'm drugged so that my head hurts because it's like "I'm a television".

There was a guy that was famously laughed at because there was an MTV thing where they painted all these stage actors in gold paint and had them wear televisions for heads and one of the guys got a hard on when they were filming.

So this is depersonalization to take every possible thing that could ever be construed as funny and then have some correspondence used to drug and sicken me. Some nigger in the shower said "hhahahahah" and then "hahahahaha" again as a dumbfuck thing and now this shit is happening to me by gangsters that run the shelter. I believe that they're either sick or they're spitting in the food of the homeless to make them ill or having someone that's fucked up on drugs make the food. There's no way that I would ever have my head hurt this much if I wasn't being poisoned. It's like this dumbfuck shit everywhere. I "physically" plug in a keyboard in the library and all of a sudden the gangs don't have an asshole that's so covered in fentanyl that you can get sick from touching the keyboards touch everything in here. They have no hospitals in the city that work - if you're poor they just attempt to have you killed or don't give a shit. Ditto for the police. The last time I was in the hospital I listened as a poor woman (as in she was broke and had tattoos all over her face) told the hospital staff that the last time she was there they told her the wrong name for the antibiotic she had to take, as a joke.

She was pregnant.

I like jokes. Here's a funny joke.

San Francisco.

That's it. That's the joke.

Whatever this brain disease people attempt to cough and sniff at each other in order to control the actions of each other as a crazy hive mind type thing. It's incredibly fucked up. I'm recording everything I eat, and I'm going to start writing down the names of the staff members at the shelter every time I have any food there. Here's the latest two police reports. As far as I can tell this crip disease came out of deinstitionalization wherein the hospitals spread disease so that the poor would control and sicken each other rather than get out of hand because it was cheaper than having psych hospitals. I have no idea what this disease is, but other people do and they won't have anyone say anything because they don't want it to be cured.

What this is the homeless deciding how much to drug you and give you brain disease based on how much they can get away with sickening you and doing annoying shit while you physically hurt with disease. The more you can get away with doing without it bothering you the cooler you are. Which means that everyone attempts to do drugs to show that they can get away with doing it without things bothering them, which ends up getting people killing themselves with needles while everyone poisons each other. I wouldn't smoke pot within a 100 miles of this shit hole because people give each other bad trips intentionally to prove how hard they are and then they sicken anyone that doesn't want to fuck them or do drugs. They're fucking dogshit.

Currently I'm having to deal with a homeless man that's most likely organized to have my food poisoned on the shelter today and every time I stop typing he makes clicking noises with his fingernails while my head is in pain and I'm reactive to sound. Because the cunt isn't in a prison cell or a mental hospital. They do this shit with *everything*. It's done in order to attempt to force you to help your abusers or incite violence. And what does that make me do? Say - DO NOT COME HERE THEY ARE SICK AND WILL POISON YOU. All because I can touch type. They will find anything that makes you unique and attempt to make you sick or hurt and abuse you until you don't have a personality left or you are forced into violence. From being able to touch type. That's how fucking backwards they are. You can't type in the library or you'll be poisoned and fucked with by sewer people.

And the fucked up part is that AI makes it so that there's no way to know if what I just said is true or not (it is) because the internet and mass media has effectively been dismantled as a source of truth.

So anyway there's this comedian Esther Povitsky - her stand up special is worth watching for a couple of reasons.

First she does that annoying leg crossing thing which people in authority do to fuck with you while you have brain disease in San Francisco, so that's a cultural artifact. There was this weird joke though that I didn't get and it's been bothering me for a while. The joke was something along the lines of "my parents thought I was gay and then I took a shit in public" or something. The point was the public shitting. And you're thinking to yourself what does that matter, why should I care et cetera.

Ok. So let's say that your parents are shit and they throw you in the gutter with no resources as a con organized by your family and your friends (either for money or because they fucking hate you). And you'd do or say anything to get out of it. Take a look at the Green Day cover for Dookie (also shit). With AI you can make up just about anything and have it be true. And so dropping a turd is telling a lie so convincing that people couldn't tell the truth from what is false and it could lead to something like falsifying a nuclear attack. Fucked up no? Watch the bit in her stand up special where she's blackmailing the execs of Comedy Central.

Oh and btw. Someone said that they were scared of AI because it was possible for someone to make photorealistic pictures of a nuclear attack on a city. Hmmm....

ANNNNDDDD - Douchebags are attempting to make it so that every possible way of having email access without a phone number isn't possible. Cute. Totally not a problem. I love having the poor tracked via their cell phone.

So the first police report (last chronologically) is from being served food in the shelter at 1001 Polk Street which I believe that the staff members had a homeless man defecate in that is blind in one eye. I only know this because when I went to distribute two copies of the police report around the neighborhood I had a Japanese woman do this stupid thing where she passed me putting her "tongue in her cheek", I was followed around by fluffy dogs that the retarded think are funny, and then I passed a homeless man with one eye and a cowboy hat sitting on a fire hydrant ("I'm crying and he's sitting on it" - also my head hurts on the left side where he happens to be blind). Also someone in the shelter was wretching after eating the food. So if you go around and tell people that you're being poisoned with drugs in the homeless shelters (see my other reports) then you'll have someone put shit in the food and have people follow you around San Francisco signing at you that this is the case. Which is cool - you see those 20 countries? I never had a problem there in my travels, so now I'm going to email all of their defense departments and let them know that if you end up poor and you don't allow the gangs to gas you with meth at night then the homeless shelters will serve you shit for food. It's not like being repeatedly poisoned makes it easy to get a job. I informed the staff members about this and they said "isn't that work exhausting man?" - because I'm homeless and whatever drugs they put in my food makes it so that your head both hurts and you're tired all the time. So they know what the poison is and what its' effects are.

I write letters to people about the things that I'm interested in, art, sketches and other stuff when I'm not writing about people sickening me that are stupid jackasses (but I repeat myself). Here is a picture I made of an alternative tarot card that could potentionally be made into wall art that is "a magic book". Similar in many respects to the idea that came from Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber series where they had the guys that made new tarot cards that were magic. If nothing else I like writing letters and making diagrams because it has the feeling of found art. I'm incredibly fond of those composition notebooks in black and white, although I've been gettting some play out of spiral notebooks lately. I'm working on a scifi story which I've been brainstorming parts of the plot using art, but I don't know if I want to make that public yet. Also, I had this cool website I made earlier with a skull and an octopus that was another neat site patientplatypus6 that you should check out.

And now, submitted for your approval, this stupid shit.

You would be surprised how little of a fuck I give about what color you are provided you don't repeatedly try and have me murdered.

I'm convinced that there has to be a serious case of people fucking with me in order for this amount of stupid shit to happen. I have to have had my identity stolen multiple times or had someone say I'm an axe murderer. I *say* stupid shit all the time. I have to be the least interesting person in the world otherwise. I wish I could work on what I wanted to other than this stupid shit constantly. I have a killer sci fi story in the works and I'm writing some off color porn. I invented a language and I would be useful in banking or accounting (provided I wasn't being repeatedly poisoned with drugs so I hurt all the time). Using the keyboard at the library and I'm already worried that someone has wiped drugs on it or someone was sick on the keyboard as it's giving me a headache because damn near everything in the city is poisonous.

Also this Former Model Eaten Alive By Scabies. That's fuuuuuccckkked. I'm more worried about getting fucking lyme disease or some shit.

If this has anything to do with every weird asshole following me around and holding hands I'd like to know about it. That shit has been happening for two years and it is annoying as fuck. Also, please do not have me killed by feminazis. Or regular Nazis. Or communists.

And this is what AI thinks that the San Francisco Bridge looks like if it were made of shit emojis.

I have to write one of these stupid police reports every day and my head hurts all the time. The people running around with masks trying to figure out what the most creative way to cough on someone to spread plague is everywhere and as far as I know, unless you can prove RICO, spreading plague is incredibly hard to prove (intent - other than just being sick). Cutting down on drug abuse with shit that can kill you might be a good start, not to mention things like mixing black mold with pot that has a billion trillion percent THC in shelter showers in the shelter I'm at (the fourth floor of the 1001 Polk Street location has black mold). The whole thing sucks and I just don't want to physically be in incredible pain anymore.

From the shelter at 1001 Polk Street someone gave me band aids in the ER area (the staff) while they're running around with masks and then on the way to the library I'm passed with sick children that I figure are coughing on the poor. It's plague or something. My head burns on the left side and I don't know that I want to touch anything in the library. People are cheering or grunting at each other when children come into the library and are loud - I figure most people are trying to get kids that are so sick they're dying to get a bunch of other people sick as like "flack" so people attempting to get rid of plague go around chasing someone else. They'll sicken you so you have this head disease thing where your head will burn and it will be difficult to think and then quote shit that the person that sickened you would say or make incredibly loud yawning or lip smacking noises (the sickness affects the hearing centers of the brain). It's like a live fire field test of using sickness for wars over seas but using the elderly and children. It's grotesque.

From what I can tell it's a mix of sickness that's being spread by people that are mixing brain disease with some form of "this is done in a funny way that's also moronic". Food given to the shelters at 1001 Polk Street comes from some company on battery street that has "& Peters" and if I eat it someone will sicken me or do something else stupid - probably for bitcoin. It fucking sucks. Everyone here is an ass and is doing it specifically because they're tools that want power. If the mob decides they hate you you can look forward to everyone that has some illness that the hospitals don't know what it is fucking with your life. It fucking blows.

Forget getting a job here if the mob has decided they want to have you sickened and stalked. You'll be in so much pain that you'll just hurt all the time and won't be able to think about anything else. More or less every surface is covered in fentanyl if you're not paying attention. I've had cake (cake!) sold at the bakery at Safeway on market street poisoned (German chocolate cake sold for four dollars). Can you imagine? Poisoning the food supply? And that shit happens *all the time*.

Yeah. My head is burning on the left side again and then I'm followed into the library by people that are incredibly overweight and idiotically cute dogs again while being surrounded with children. I've been given another round of the plague somewhere between going into the shelter nurses office in order to have my feet looked at for a callus and then coming into the library to write this. It's fucking horrifying. Never become poor or you'll be sickened in the homeless shelters until your head burns all the time and you want to kill yourself. While people do stupid shit around you that's sound related because they know that you've been made ill. It's a plague zone and as far as I know there isn't a cure.

To give you an idea how bad it is, I'm currently writing this in the library and my head is burning from plague. The balconies have suicide nets. And there's a guy that will sit next to me and then bang on the computer and talk to himself and see if he can get me to say something outloud. While people are attempting to go through my email accounts and ban or hack them (yes, this is happening) - while they make comments outloud when I can't get into an email account (apparently someone is able to see what I'm doing on the computer when I attempt to log in to email or are auto deleting emails - it's not like my email passwords are super secure or anything). Then when I figure out what it is and right it down they cough and grunt to each other and run out of the room. It would be funny if they weren't sick or on drugs. There are people that come into the room that are so fucked up on drugs that just walking by you it makes your head hurt and the best that I can describe it is "they smell like burning trash". This is true. I wish it weren't, but that is in fact a thing. People so fucked up on drugs that when they walk by you they smell like burning garbage and they make your head hurt physically because they're body is physically toxic and they have a sort of, what I can only describe as, miasma.

And now we're having douche bags sit next to me making kissing noises and butterflying their legs in and out. They do this with plague and sick they pass around in prison. It's fucking sad. And now shitbuckets who is high on drugs that make him smell like a dumpster fire is watching what I do and fucking around when I make a mistake writing fucking html of all things. And I'm high and hurt and I could be curing cancer or doing something important with my life rather than living here. Barf.

Yawning is a big thing for the drug monsters. So they'll drug you with poison and then do a bunch of crazy shit like hack your emails and cheer or do stupid shit when you can't access your accounts while you physically hurt, and then do dramatic yawning when you start working on things you care about personally. It's a bunch of codependent assholes that want to kill people with drugs and make it so they have to pay attention to the people around them or they'll be poisoned. They do this with drugs and yawning to test you to see if you'll start doing what other people do around you - same shit with coughing. This is after covering shit with fentanyl, drugging damn near everything you touch or having people who are sick spread plague to you by coughing on each other and then wearing a mask in a coordinated way to have sick coughed on you. It is everywhere in San Francisco and it's how plagues are spread. Dumbfuck next to me is now tipping the chair like "oh no we're tipping this chair next to me what could that mean you might fall out that would be terrible". They're plague monkeys. And now "I do enough drugs that I physically smell like I rolled around in a dumpster" has decided to leave. Holy shit. Don't come here and end up homeless. I hate it here so fucking much, coming to this city looking for work was the worst decision of my life.

Ah - they paid off a dumbfuck in crack to watch if I'll write about how everyone around me is a cunt or yawn loudly if I work on my own thing. It's behaviorism as used by gang members on someone that they want to poison and have tracked because they don't like being gassed with drugs when they take a shower at 5:30 AM. I can't even use blankets in the shelters because the homeless will cover them in scabies and the shelter staff will put crystal meth on the blankets just to be pricks. You'd think I was joking...This place is so fucking unbelievably awful that I wouldn't believe it if I didn't live here.

In other news proton.me is hot trash and doesn't work with most applications, while outlook does so I have to now change me email address again. Too easy to bot. Huzzah!

I've added a gutter with the title "Drain Bamage" with an overlay of a brain. It looks more like a mushroom so it sort of sucks but fuck it whatever. It's a bit of an homage to a place that used to do laundry and have a bar in San Francisco that was called Brain Wash. They don't have that anymore because people don't like being told they're messed up when it starts being true. Which is bullshit but there you go that's San Francisco for you. They have minimarts called "Corner Store" and they have a bar called "The Beer Hall" because all of the people here have completely and totally fucking lost it. They changed the "Cup of Joe" coffee place to "Cup of Joy" because it's more feminine? They pissed off Joe? Fucking bonkers. So there's that now. I won't bother putting it on every page but add some more stuff to the other pages when I come to them to change it up.

So I wanted to make this website as simple as possible and unfortunately I've now had to include jQuery just to get the links to load in such a way where I wouldn't have to repeate the links sidebar every time I created an html page. So now I'm using jQuery. Boo! In any case now I'm adding content on the left side of all the stupid shit that I come up with. Congratulations, you are slightly dumber for having come here. You're welcome. Blame your mother.

I've had two particularly good ideas that I've made public and I'm just going to make a note here to add them in an ideas section for later (Maegrashoda and the model bank). I'll add those later, probably as a scanned image from a drawing. I'll probably keep the story ideas that I've been working on semi secret at the moment, although some people have seen bits and pieces but not the entirety of what I'm working on (idiots in San Francisco will steal shit from the poor to see if they can sell it to hacks working in Hollywood for television pilots so they can make the idea copyrighted before the poor person - it's a jackass way of forcing someone to publish their idea first). Anyway, the other two ideas are more or less open to the public and quite useful - one is a new language that's similar in many respects to Derrida's Of Grammatology (and I may put in a bit about my philosophical system which is quite complicated), and the other is a model bank on how to sell property in a depressed retail/urban environment (and I may expound on capitalism generally - the pragmatic aspects that is). So that's something to do to boost my website and should keep my busy for a couple days.

So. True story. The San Francisco main public library more or less has suicide nets over every available balconey so no one ends up offing themselves. And I swear they do something to the air conditioner because my head burns when I'm in the building like they've decided to switch to adding narcotics in the air supply. Or something. It's crazy creepy in here. San Francisco has been giving me mysterious bullshit headaches more or less continuously for a year and I have no idea what the fuck it is, but I believe they've been experimenting on how to make people sick just for the fuck of it. If you come into the city you'll notice that half or more of the buildings are empty and people who are wandering around the streets are often insane. The people dying in the gutter from drug abuse are usually the normal ones. Or often more normal anyway.

This just in the president is an idiot. In other news grass remains green and water will leave you cold and wet until it goes away. I will be adding to this stupid website from comments from another stupid website which is perhaps dumber until this becomes the dumbest website on the planet.