So there's a bug in the FBI - that's nice.
And here's how all the phones for the poor work in the city. Each of the phone networks is based on another "way not to have the homeless do something that would be 'against' God". So if you're going to kill yourself rather than believe in religion that's considered an "out" because then that flies in the face of free choice and therefore is against the church. Sounds like bullshit except the churches run a shit ton of the homeless outreach and the whole "heaven or hell" thing is big with the poor. Especially around people that are going to sicken each other with plague. So "SafetyNet" wireless is "similar" to the "safety nets" in the library and every dickhead with a phone is laughing because people have signed me up for this phone network. And then they'll drop razor blades on the street every time I jerk off and poison the street so that it gives you lung disease (because it's 'like' abortion, or I said something wrong or bad to someone so they'll just poison a block I happen to have to walk down). Each one of the phone carriers is in essence based on some principle that would give you an out from being a priest or dying as a schizophrenic while everyone gives you plague. And every dickhead librarian that's been making me sick may have made this bullshit website and uses it to fuck over poor people that are being taken advantage of by plague monsters.
So all the carriers are through something called "Lifeline" which is the main source for which all the money goes through. The number for that one is 866 272 0349. The number for "SafetyNet" Wireless is 888 224 3213. If you are getting phone calls from the number 628 303 7764 it's not me. What's been happening is that I keep being poisoned by imposters that say they're me when they're not, because everyone wants to leave here as badly as possible because the entire city of San Francisco is riddled with plague. If someone says that they're me and reach out to you via a cell phone it's not me. I don't make friends with people in shelters that are poisoning me that's for damn sure and the entire exercise is one based on abuse of someone who's first reaction to being poisoned is to not trust their poisoners. The entire city is a fucking nightmare. I need a way of getting money to leave this place and I have no access to a bank account without a cell phone. I'm in a blue sweater in the San Francisco Public Library if you want to meet me. If not it's a scam by assholes who are attempting to hurt people and poison the well of anyone that I would ever meet in my life. The librarians are almost all corrupt here, same as the cops, same as the doctors. The entire city is a fucking shithole.
Good. You fought so hard for it. And if you go to CNN again they're trotting out the Epstein shit again, just as soon as I start asking around for a phone - the guy who was a convicted pedophile. Because I like weird porn. And now I want a phone so I can get money rather than having assholes throw razor blades on the block the church is on and let off poisonous gas because I get pissed that half my head hurts and Mexicans whose native language has "todo bien" are asking me if I'm alright. You know what I get off to? This -
There. Are you fucking happy? Torture and stalking and sexual abuse by assfucks in a city filled with religious sociopaths and plague monsters. You're all evil fuckups that abuse the homeless and children. I also like all sorts of fun sexy shit you probably like and it's nothing but stalking and plague by religious crazy people that are living in ruins. I'm fucking embarassed *for you*. I'm ashamed *to be living here*. That's what it feels like to be me.
And I'm being followed and poisoned by schizophrenics again. The food in the shelter that was served to me by some woman who I will now immediately file a police report for was Pot Roast from Meals on Wheels a pear and a pair of crackers and producer's milk. The "pear" has a liberty sticker on it and the woman serving the food had a "broken glove" "like a liberty bell". The food made me sick and I was followed down the street by "community ambassadors" and I "pairs of people" 1 at the bread and butter talking, the community embassadors by the federal building, a couple holding hands and so on. I then was passed by a dickhead with his hood up in a red hoody that said "Paranormal Museum" such and such a place (Kentucky or something). So it's "pair a normal" and "I read pair a normal". So it's like you've given a computer mental retardation or down syndrome and then have it direct large amounts of people to do stupid shit. Or it's behavioral modification while I've been poisoned. Oh and someone had strewn garbage on the street that had a "pop" can tab, a little roller ball bearing ring, and a paper heart. "You've moved your father a little with your paper heart" (ironic). So this is immediately a police report for poisoning followed by putting in on the website followed by walking all over the city and putting this website address on every car windshield and post office box I can find. FUCK YOU. While I was standing in line for a phone at the intersection with the Soma Secrets store some gay guy walked past with a star wars bag that was in black and white but with a black background with white text and I already know that the AI is fucking with the cameras at the Soma Intersection. "It's like" I said only normal people can be in pairs and then I'm poisoned because that's not OK somehow and then it's "what did you mean by that" as I'm poisoned by my abusers and forced to clarify myself. This is torture. This means that I break it by any means necessary until everyone involved is in prison, a mental hospital or dead.
There seems to be a creepy as fuck abduction mentality among the homeless and just about everyone in the shelters within San Francisco. So I have no idea what the fuck people are thinking. This is due to what I believe is the "evil sexy AI" hypothesis which I have yet to write about. There will be a number of additions to the site as I can make time around having to write about people poisoning me. It should be noted that there's another bullshit thing that the homeless and the contagiously crippled will attempt to pull around here. There's a passage in Dracula where "all of our right hands held normal weapons and all of our left hands held sacred weapons" - meaning they were holding crossses and guns or crosses and stakes. The point here is that the tattoo that corresponds to my language is on my left arm. As are a bunch of other symbols having to do with languages and religions from places I've been. My left arm has a bunch of pictures. Not transgendered. I didn't get it from Dracula. Coincidence - I thought it would be cool to put the symbols on one side and the pictures on the other. I also have Egyptian tattoos on my left wrist and I'm not into Egyptian shit and find people that are into it given that many of them are sickening me incredibly fucking annoying - I got it because for weird reasons it reminded me of my white sister - she liked drawing with me as a kid. But yeah, I was drugged in the shelter and freaked out around Halloween three years ago because among other things I was having staff members who were gang members rearranged the decorations in the shelter to let me know I was being tracked *across Oakland* (as in the shelter would change where the positions of the toys were depending on where I'd been). Let's make someone paranoid by fucking with them and then blame them for all the crazy shit they say. Fucking obnoxious. Some tattoos are meaningful. Some aren't. And I have to explain this on a public website because schizophrenics control my ability to get a phone, what I eat, and apparently whoever the dipshit is in the glass box at the FBI building. The point here is that my right arm hurts and so if I "only" talk about philosophy or "only" talk about something to do with language rather than pictures I may have schizophrenics fuck up my body so that I have my arm rot and fall off in the biblical "if your arm offends thee cut it off". Because San Francisco is mixing plague with crazy people. And so you have to "learn" crazy and have all of this head space devoted to "what do I do to not be murdered by crazy people with sick" rather than work on anything else. I devoted an entire day and all of last night just describing all of this crazy shit in detail when *I could be doing anything else*.
While high in New York City in a dirty diaper and riding around on a bicycle I learned three programming languages and how to set up a point to point laser mesh network while having to turn on all the lights for the jews because jewish light bulbs don't work on Saturdays (for whatever reason). Anyway I'm going to work on shit that matters now and maybe tomorrow I'll have enough of the set up done so that I won't have to think about what I'm going to do before I sit down and do it. Oh and my hands are cracking and popping whenever I write on these computers but the crippled homeless don't want me to be able to get enough money to buy my own computer because they're fucked up and evil. I have no idea how the fuck it came to this point. I'm the nicest person on the planet and I'm being fucked with by everyone. If I write on here "Everyone quick jump up your own asshole" I'll be walking by people giving me dirty looks covered in shit with whiplash in the morning.
Also for some particular reason I've been thinking about Buckminster Fuller and feel bad I haven't read anything by him. Under rated guy. There was a geodesic dome house near my high school growing up. NOTE - remember to make a beer ad about Buckminster Fuller in the morning. Mic drop. Done for now.