So I've been poisoned and sickened by numerous people in San Francisco in the last 24 hours. I concede the point you're better at it than I am. Also my father's books vs my philosophy reminds me a bit of Aristophane's Frogs. I'll work on my philosophy until I can look for a phone and then see if I can't add a way to accept payments. The deal I'll make with people that will pay me money is that I'll write on expanding topics that they have an interest in or that they suggest for a donation. Otherwise I'm working on my philosophy. If it matters I was sickened so that I hurt based on having me sickened to kids and having everyone else do drugs around me. It's fucked up. They'll sicken me if I "act irrational" and then play "UFO" sounds on their phones. They had sick kids at the Mercy house that they were funneling sick in and out of and I was sickened in another room. Someone around me just says "come on!" whenever kids come into the library when I start working and is depressed. It's "alien" music because I don't find people to be my enemy even though they hurt me with sickness because I don't know how to stop from having people sicken me repeatedly. How? They're all murderous assholes with sick kids that will do anything to sicken someone that can't defend themself. Shrug. It's sad. You just put up with it and wait to die and tell everyone not to come here while showing what you could have worked on were you healthy. They did the whole "show Peter how he was sickened last night" - and it was mental patients because my philosophy "wasn't real", it was people that sickened me to mental patients because I like weird porn (and I *don't* do any drugs, but am drugged around people that can't control themself in a homeless shelter), and because I like AB/DL stuff they were hiding kids in Mercy House and funneling sick in and out of there. I used a phone in the Church and I was probably sickened. Like they were taking the kids away in the middle of the night and freaked out when I sat on the curb without asking me to move - some people drove away confused. I was just tired. And that was all yesterday and last night and now it's being sickened in a food pantry line and waiting for a phone. Ok. Yesterday I called the police hotline to find someone that was in their house and potentially sick and told a homeless man with leg problems to go to the hospital to have his legs looked at before they fell off. And called my dad. And yelled at people in the street because everyone is acting goofy all the time. You're supposed to just not say anything or people sicken you. I don't know how many people are terminally ill or if they're just sickening the kids to the adults so someone survives. Anyway...I'll go back to my philosophy now. I just don't get how it's gotten this bad. And I don't hate kids. Just their parents who are doing this to them. And if I complain I'll have the guys go back to sniffing at me and seeing if they can have me drugged or do behavioral conditioning from psych ward shit again and have me drugged to someone who is either a mental patient or worse. They have one that's an iteration of "where's waldo" and then someone says "found him" and someone will drug me with whatever is fucking them up and say "even steven!" like some fucked up game. I don't know. Why did they do the drugs rather than do something to fix all of this? And now writing this will prove I'm not "OK" and people will go around drugging me again and acting goofy. It's just lame. I think there's an idiot that's managed to mix baby powder with something caustic that will destroy your lungs to make you afraid of the smell - it's that fucked up. I like weird porn of adults and the church is abusing kids in a locked ward - and it's one of the places to get a phone...I don't know man. They hide a kid in there and then have a series of women go around and carry sick back and forth from the kid in a fucked up illness chain rather than have the kid go and play with other people and then get weird if you sit in front of their building while they attempt to have the 10 year old escape in the middle of the night. That's...I don't even know. What is that even? And now that I said that I would have rather touched my dick than smoke crack everyone will hate me because I'm not "gay enough". This place has problems.
After all that I just wanted to go back to writing my philosophy until I'm drugged and sickened again. That's how tired I am of all the crazy bullshit. But the kids are "right" because none of this bothers them so no one will poison or make fun of them or use it as an excuse to gas or drug them again. Which, don't do, there's not even functioning hospitals here. And if you mention all of this then it's like "OK, what should we do then?" And then they'll find a way to blame you for your actions (somehow). I mentioned that you could see Waldo from the top of the MOMA building because I was homeless and it was fun? Rather than smoke fentanyl - so I'm the bad guy? But I don't make friends with people that are killing themselves with drugs or have plague because I don't want to get sick. So I'm the bad guy again. It's impossible here.