So this is the next stupid fucking post. Anyway...
This is a store front in Ross alley - and every day they serve food out of it (the shutter is closed here so you can't see anything). But the store front itself looks like a book store with books in the window. Remember my San Diego story about the missing woman who ran Run for Cover Books? And then you have an alley where the cover of the store is books and inside it's all food. Hmm...this looks like "Maya" or the Buddhist conception of illusion. So every time someone goes and writes or reads a book everyone goes and gets free food because the cover of the book is like the place where you get food for free. So there are a couple of possibilities. First, how is this being organized? Right? It could be that whoever is doing this thinks it's funny or it's a circle of non-parametric information passing based on symbolism where essentially no one knows what's going on but it's all based on symbols not being what they stand for in the conventional sense. Then there's the missing woman from the bookstore. Was she a victim of this and then made the bookstore because she "found the secret" and then gets a payoff or was she the one that set this up and so any time anyone annoys her too much she ends up getting them sick to the chinese? If it's the latter her murder is an Orient Express scenario - everyone did it. This also means that in all likelihood this kind of shit is everywhere in San Francisco and it's all illusion based on if you do this then then this happens in weird stupid ways. If you're into sex then you'll find that if you pull the secret lever at a fucking McDonalds you'll end up in a bordello or something. So it's all based on a sorting mechanism that doesn't involve money but which makes it incredibly complicated to find out what the hell is happening - and further it appears to work by fucking someone over. So any time someone finds the secret and tells everyone then that place ends up getting busted and raided by the people that they fucked over. Plus you have it that none of the cameras or the google car shit works because it always passes at the wrong time (neat trick that one). There's a San Diego bookstore where all of the books on the back wall are old looking and look like they're just there for some sort of aesthetic purpose, and then if you go and look at them you can buy all of them and they're cool and antiquarian. That's cool. This is some weird poisoning and misdirection shit having to do with sickening people when they don't look. And this is approximately the "lamest" of all possible secrets that there are and everyone wants to hide every possible thing in the city and organize it so the entire place runs on secrets. How the fuck does anything get done?
My morning was completely fucked and I can't tell the extent that I found this out because I was drugged in the right way or sickened just right. I went into the store to buy a cake for 3.99 (because cheap calories) and the guy in front of me is this black guy with a husky. He buys two yerba mate yello cans of soda a blue gatorade and a bacon (did I mention all the assholes running around with million dollar bacon or billionaire boys club shirts on? depending on whether or not you do the shit you want to do or you blow the whistle on people sickening each other. Both are wrong!) and then scratches his dog in the same area of his head where I physically hurt. I deliver notes to a nearby neighborhood (this is off an alley on fifth street) where someone put out a smiley face flag and I just made a smiley face sticker on my website. I'm being sickened in the shelter at night and I'm not eating the food so it's someone coughing ick on my bed. Which means that the Fifth Street shelter is a sickness zone (oh someone wiped sick on the bottle of water I drank out of yesterday, so that could be the cause). They'll leave clothes out on the ground like someone was "beamed up by aliens" and then, presumably, have the naked kid picked up by their parents and put in the house after having the sick kid have someone wipe sick on something I eat or drink. So it's a form of sociopathology where people will use their children to poison the poor. I take it this might come from the moonies or it's a way of passing sick that's "funny" like space aliens. It's a CDC nightmare. It's like being raped by children with sick.
So you can't be poor here because people will use their children to sicken you and see if they can get what you're doing to affect their kids through non-parametric means ("magic" through a platonic indirect substrate). It's incredibly obnoxious and only works if you are willing to abuse your children. The "garbage hinting" (the homeless will put bird feathers everywhere and "Quills" is the name of a Marque de Sade movie - possibly also a reference to stuck a feather in your hat and call it macaroni) about putting pornography that I've written on here may be to "prove" that I'm not a Moonie and therefore shouldn't be drugged to kids with sickness. I don't know. The homeless do all sorkis of psychopathological hinting at what should happen so that I don't end up poisoned and I just write it all down. It's "freedom" or we poison you to stupid shit so you get scared of bullshit. It's fucking awful. Off to take a shit and then I might write something worthwhile. Or not. Oh and I'm being sickened in such a way where I find garbage and then it ends up having to do with how other parts of my day end up. It's "Snoopy 1950" or whatever disease that is. So some dickhead will hide a bottle of Kentucky burboun behind the lion at the gateway for Chinatown and then I'll end up sitting next to a guy from Kentucky in the library. It's brain sick and being poisoned or sickened in my sleep or when I'm not looking in the shelters and then having some combination of being impressionable from outside stimulus leading to actions that are predictable in advance and stalking with cameras in order to have people screw with me. There's a book out that's "what if free will doesn't exist" which is relatively new so maybe they've pulled some of the brain science on how you sicken and fuck with someone to that. Then they see if they can have you believe in dumbfuck shit, like "what you eat is magic" and therefore if you "eat a hot dog" it means one thing will happen and if you "eat a hamburger" it means another, even if the basic ingredients of the two are functionally the same. It's a way to fuck with schizophrenics to make non-parametric information passing work, but it relies on abuse and poisoning. What they appear to want to have happen here is that they want to hide information from the computer algorithms and to do so requires that they poison people (namely the homeless or those most at risk). I don't have information if this happens with people that have money or not at this point but what I do know is that none of this works if you don't sicken someone physically so that they hurt. So you're only susceptible to this if you first have someone gas you with the right kind of drugs or sick, which means San Francisco remains a plague zone.
I want to work on something and yet here I am sitting next to someone that I've been sickened to that has a boom box on the table next to him and fucked up hands and is going to walk around the city playing music while the sun is shining and the wind blowing in the creepy "holy shit what is wrong with the weather" sort of way. I play five minutes of Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup and people around me are using affected language again (using the word "gang" meaning a group of people which my mother used to do whenever I would play the game at her house - her not knowing I was playing it - I'm assuming playing the game is affecting a third party system such as Google search results or something else). So everything is interconnected and sick and I physically hurt while everyone around me in the library is mentally ill. There's the Chinese guy that I just call "the smiler" because he's completely silent but just goes around everywhere smiling with his teeth in this ghastly way that makes you think that something terrible has happened. I just don't want to physically hurt or be around the mentally ill or contagious anymore.
Right then. I have a firebase database where I can read and write data to, but I don't have the ability to do cloud functions (that I know of) without using a credit card. So now my about page will let you send me a message without using email, although what that's worth I have no idea. Also every time I argue with the Bing Copilot the schizophrenic in the library seems to get upset. I keep telling Copilot to fix the error that it's giving me in the programming and the guy next to me is banging on his keyboard getting more frustrated every time it happens. It's fucking bizarre. It's like I'm fucking Cable (no I'm not, seriously it's some sort of sick). Anyway, other than technomagic, I've managed to come up with a stupid text box that will let people tell me I'm an idiot on the internet without having to type in an email address. No, I'm not going to let you post on my wall. One time - and this is one of those memorable fuckups right up there with almost having a call have fifty grand disappear from being in the money - I used Amazon Cloud functions to run a website and went 100,000 over the budget. This was my website and my budget, so the budget was 0 and no I didn't have 100,000 to spend on fake internet points. It's a wonderful scam those idiots were pulling. You just had to hook up your credit card to their machine and you would get so much free shit per month, but there was no automatic shut off if you went over the limit and they'd just send the bill to a debt collector. Wonderful for people learning how to program. So I'm not doing that shit again. Meaning there's not much I can do other than what I am doing which is making art and writing stupid shit. So many shits I am giving today, look at that.
Anyway I'm depressed. I swear I'm getting hand plague from the keyboards in the library from fucked up drug users and contagious schizophrenics. I hate it here so fucking much. What a plague city.
So I'm in the library again and there's an angry asian man that's banging on the keyboard like it's magic and then hitting the enter key as hard as he can while the man next to me is making sucking sounds with his mouth. The black man next to me is looking depressed and covering his face. I think the asian man is insane and the old man is telling me he's crazy and sick and the black man is just depressed or doesn't know what to do. The old man has hand disease and his hands are completely fucked up and he's talking to himself while the asian man is sick. The keyboard may have been sickened with something that fucks up my hands. It's plague essentially. The city is absolutely filled with it. Hold on a minute.
See how his knuckles are fucked up? This is what the contagious hand disease shit starts to look like if your hands don't completely swell up and turn red. It fucks up your ability to keep your hands straight and do anything with them and then you can sicken whatever you touch (presumably). And this is only one of the plagues in the city! Only one! I don't even know what the fuck is making my head hurt but I'm assuming it's because my blood brain barrier is pierced. There are people where their entire body looks like this guys hands.
Yeah - so none of this appears to work. I mean in making a backend. Supabase and cloudflare workers are the best option (firebase doesn't have server functions), but unfortunately I don't have access to a terminal and I can't get past the content security policy on neocities in order to call even a free backend which is a pain in the ass. I was going to embed the data in a qr code but that doesn't work.
A couple more items to note. The people that have fucked up hands do little sucking sounds every now and again which is both off putting and a form of sick that is a comorbidity that probably has to do with the sucker graffiti all over town. So it's plague. Wonderful. Another thing - the idiots at the Dolci Cafe that have the sign outside the door with all the phrases on them are doing it in such a way where every time you talk to someone behind the counter they now give you little bits of parables when you talk to them if you're the "sucker" - so it's a form of social isolation where people vote on how to have you fucked over. So that's fan fucking tastic right there. So I don't have access to a backend because I can't host my own website on github and I have neocities which won't support a content security policy that I can change. If some random assfuck hadn't stolen my laptop while I was being gassed with drugs in a shelter three years ago (while I was working on a web page and making art) I could use the free tier of supabase or cloudflare to spin up workers to host api calls and do things like store IP addresses and shit I don't know. Something useful. Pull all the security footage in town and read license plates and make a haiku out of it. Something.
So that was a waste of a day other than adding firebase so someone can write me messages which they won't. Tomorrow I'll add more content in a stories section or something - I might add shit about NYC or I might add something else somewhere I have no idea. I'd like to be working with a mathematician (an honest to god "I know math" mathematician or physicist or computer scientist) on some of my ideas but good luck finding any of those in San Francisco.
And I've added a webring for reasons that are as mysterious as they are inscrutable. As far as I can tell this is just a way to get people to sign up for a github account by having html weenies have to find a way to authenticate a static site and thereby find out that this thing called github exists. And then everyone is making React pages for reasons they can't quite explain when they were quite content with html, css, js in the first place and now their websites suck but they can do animations like a bad version of interactive powerpoint. Ah the internet. And now I've added another webring with offensive emojis, which is why they exist. There can be no other reason.
I'll see if I can use github pages to make an rss feed tomorrow acting as a bridge to supabase. Meanwhile I'm having sick people in the library act incredibly creepy as fuck and suck and whistle at me while the keyboards have been sickened. I have, and this is true, at one time witnessed a man attempt to learn how to program using his legs as if they were magic. This was in C++ no less. I do not believe it works that way unless you are, in fact, Cable from the X-men. And this is approximately all the time I have to work on bullshit today. Tomorrow I may work on something meaningful in terms of philosophy or writing that I care about. Remember kids, your hands are for holding things and your legs are for walking. If you rub them together really fast they don't do anything unless you're a cicada. Also, proof that anyone can edit IMDB. I also don't believe this film exists. NOTE - standing outside the library after vlosing some dickhead shouted "no ebucks". yeah ok. so i walk back yo thr shelter on fifyh street and some asshole has a white van with a black light in it ghetto blasting something about "plastic man" (same stupid shit where super heroes - its wack a mole with finding all the stupid super heroes from the seventies - are bad and making you scared of things that children take for granted) so I go inside and someone is playing some dumbfuck shit on a radio about a political thing out of I believe sacramento where they say the phrase "again and again" (this is typically referred to by schizoaffected as "someone is doing something we dont like so we should poison them") and wouldnt you know it someone has sprayed an industrial plastic all over the shelter and people are sick. Theyre pissed that I'm living off food stamps (its a plastic card!) and dont want someone feeding me contaminated food so they poison an entire toom full of people. The one place that uas public access to a 3D printer is 17th and caap street, but they may have found industrial waste from some other hackerspace or industrial zone. It's sick fucked up assholes that want to rule a pile of ruins with plague. 🤢 Further NOTE - assholes have been going around followoing me with an inlit cigarette depending on what I do. *I* did this when people were stalking me with drugs and following me around and sickening me for months and years on end. Theres some circumstantial evidence that fucked up pornstars or people writing trashy porn stories are being used as an excuse to reenact the stories if it involves frugging someone as a twisted muslim or feminist thing. Nonconsensual crazy people spreading plague. San Francisco is essentially ruled by sociopaths with sick. Remember when this 😷 wasn't a thing? It's been over five fucking years.