And here is a picture of what I just ate at the shelter at 1001 Polk Street.
The reason this is important is that people will do stupid shit like not wash their hands when preparing food for the homeless, or have someone spit in the food who is sick. Then the homeless are essentially used as "chafe" as all the people that are scared of whatever disease this happens to be go around and try and track down all the people that are ill. To the point where if "you're good" in the ghetto people will donate food to the shelter so you don't have "exactly" the same illness of whoever happened to spit in the food today.
And the Meals on Wheels food came in a white container if that matters.
Here's the tip line for the CDC by the way.
This is "dark side of the moon" according to the stupid t-shirts I went past. "Welcome to the jungle" is the foot disease (because you're on your knees and uptown sinclaire's jungle) - which is also correlated with the "Chicago" Business School (each of the schools used as a joke in a we don't need no education sense). The foot disease may or may not be correlated with Peter Watts and his skin disease and then being an author is some kind of payoff - it's a joke because you have to sit. Again, while living in my car and trying to make enough money for food and gas in Seattle people were calling me "Mr. Peter" which I later learned was supposed to be a correlation with being a "rat bastard" (about what? not wanting to be shot at? I was also shot at while I was sleeping in my car at night - they'd just shoot guns near the car to prevent me from being able to sleep in the parks - I was broke.).
So there's depth here to one illness tree which is based on rock and roll music and sickening people in a variety of ways and a bunch of old songs. You can do this to anything. The "Mr. Peter" shit and then having me sickened to all the people with first names that are more successful than myself may be a sickness stupidity designed to get me to change my name or else be continually fucked with (either my first or last I don't know) - and may be correlated with what my cousin Astro Teller went through. The Dark Side shit may be what my father went through.
Personally I find the entire thing both stupid, disgusting and irrelevant. If people have disease and they need a bunch of people to spit in a bowl and then put it on food to share antibodies, then just do that. Or do that in a lab and synthesize the results and come up with the next penicillin. But rather than do that shit (which makes sense) they just fuck with each other and people are losing their legs and getting brain disease (I have had a continuous headache for three fucking years).
Come to San Francisco, I can't recommend it enough. Your head will hurt the entire time and your feet will rot.
Further notes - when mentioning this someone will start smacking their lips which will make the left side of my head hurt. Whatever this disease is it attacks an area of the brain responsible for language and can cause either drooling in response to stimulus or seizures. And it's contagious. And people know about this and think it's funny and are actively fucking with each other with it. That's how much of a shithole this place is.
I have just read into the right hand side panel that I may in fact be getting sick to a woman doing fetish work - freudian slip? I should mention that the left hand side of my head hurts all the time and I'm being poisoned I don't know how many times. NON-CONSENSUALLY BY ASSHOLE. On the other hand I could also be dead in a ditch somewhere where it's too hot. So there's that. I'm keeping it. Also, don't make me sick. (Unless everyone is going to just ignore who is coughing on who and spreading plague intentionally - that would be nice.)
San Francisco was way better when kink owned the armory. Do that again. Sell buildings. Something...damn. It's interesting updating this in real time and watching everyone walk around each other and grunt and cough looking uncomfortable. Have you considered opening a store and hiring people so they don't have to live in a shelter?
Side note - if you are an idiot killing people over my belief system, you have not understood it the amount of crushed rock in your vicinity not withstanding.
Since my last blog one thing hasn't changed so I know there's some consistency in the universe - the main branch of the San Francisco Public Library still has suicide nets.
Oh and this happened. Which I was reminded about by this 
comic - So St. Anthony's was giving away shoes right? And the soles started growing these hair like things and I had no idea what they were. I was wearing the shoes without socks by the way in the worst conditions for days at a time. St. Anthony's is the primary church in the area that gives away clothing. And then I would find these hairs in the soles of the shoes. A couple times. One time the hairs were whitish or something and I started growing white arm hair. I have no idea how that happened. That metal absorbed through my feet could end up as hair elsewhere in my body sounds absurd, and yet...I still wonder. Now every time I buy shoes I look at what the sole is made of. That's fucking dark isn't it? OH - and one time there was a guy named "Sage" in the shelter who was completely out of his mind that he probably forgot his name and then they just named him that (like he was a "Sage" and didn't do anything about being poisoned and fucked with). Anyway sounds a bit like the whole "Saw sage"/The Jungle thing right? Anyway, if I had managed to "figure out" the puzzle of being fucked with three years ago when I was in this particular shelter as opposed to one of the other ones maybe I wouldn't be dying of brain disease now.
When I put ben-gay on my feet my legs go numb now and I wonder how fucked up my lymph nodes and arteries are. I don't do any injectable drugs.