Good morning Litte Saigon (the Tenderloin has a little Saigon supposedly - they festoon it with Christmas lights year round to cut down on crime - which is an incredibly good idea and it's cheerful believe it or not.

And now for the weather - it's poison again -

I believe my favorite part of the hospital records is when they say that I'm paranoid. Why yes, I am paranoid about being poisoned. Are you fucking kidding?

Anyway, I was wondering what else it was possible to do with a flat bed scanner - I could copy images for a background of the my site (which I'll probably do anyway). Or, more importantly, I could take pictures of my hands in case I'm being abducted. The scar on my right hand is due to cutting my finger on a cutting board and having them having to cut my hand open to fish the tendon back out and reattach it.

Also check this shit out -

Those flecks are splinters from wood chips that I had in my hands from a week ago. And they're not coming out and I don't know why. My hands are also "plasticy" if that means anything to you - they're dry and have lost sensation. I can tell when I use ben-gay, seeing as when I rub it on other parts of my body I feel it, but not on my hands. I'm also having hand puffiness and extra wrinkles between the joints and I have no idea why or how. I don't use drugs. It's some sort of crip disease that you can get by touching shit within the shelters or San Francisco in the homeless population or it's from bad food. So when I say there's hand disease going around in San Francisco I'm not fucking around. People's hands have swollen up so much that they're crippled for life.

Try telling that to the emergency room doctors that live two blocks away from a homeless shelter where people are dying and having the staff members feed them food with drugs or poison in it doesn't "constitute an emergency". And in the same emergency room you'll have dipshits that are wearing psychedelic spongebob t-shirts with the eyes popping out and the whole thing has to be yet again associating cartoon characters with crip diseases, just like spider-man was being correlated to "let's use every possible name that has to do with the internet to have someone sickened". The entire city is a grotesque.

So all of that is what it's like to live in a plague zone. Neat. And here's the ice tip form.

So other than being poisoned four times in the last eight hours I'm fine how are you? These people are fucking garbage. I'm in so much physical pain it's unreal - my throat and chest burns from some chemical weapon that the homeless and crips in the shelter have made to fuck with people and my head is burning from whatever poison they put in the food last night. It's so fucking sad.

I guess I'll go back to working on what I would be working on were I not surrounded by murderous shitheels. Just slower and in pain because San Francisco is designed to kill people by contagious plague monster. At this point you'd think with the amount of information I'm giving away from my own illnesses someone would give me some money or at the least lock me in a room and try and figure out if they could isolate the disease vector and come up with a cure. They just don't think rationally - they're like "oh those guys have a weapon that they kill people with, well that's nice." If I had children here I'd flee.

Some asswipe went in here and randomly deleted a p tag. Great. Also someone at shitty hope put something in my oatmeal and then when using the Microsoft copilot app and it tagged something with the word "react" all of a sudden my head hurt. You have to have people eating the food the poor eat (*including* in all of the homeless shelters) so you're not having people poison each other by fucking with each other's food. Oh - El Camino - the Black Keys. *If* (big if) telepathy works by having people get sick to the same garbage then you can black out the windows of a van and put someone that's "hearing voices" (ie the asshole that's having everyone go around them and smoke dirty pot) and blast the speakers on high. Or just get someone sick to someone with the "telepathic" pot and then put them in the back of a car with blacked windows and put the speaker system on high. I.e. if telepathy works and it's annoying you can put back pressure on whoever is screwing with the psychic signals. To some extent if people are all going around and drugging each other to the extent that their brain chemistry is so similar that they think the same, whether telepathy works via the same inputs resulting in the same outputs or via quantum entanglement is largely irrelevant - I believe it's probably the former as opposed to the latter. So if you see a bunch of blacked out car windows that are blasting the base so loud that they're rattling the windows that might be the cause. And no, I'm not linking the cover of the album. Now I get to change my password - and I'm sure there's a clone of this site somewhere. Congratulations. I hope you have the same hand prints I do.

I'm going to be making cool shit on here and if you want to beat the password out of me with a pipe wrench (see xkcd) that's easy enough. And it's not like neocities is the best security in the world. If you want to make shit that matters find a way for me to have a laptop and an internet connection that isn't spied upon by crip lords.

And dipshits are still doing the happy horse shit where if I program with Microsoft copilot assholes will sit next to me in the library to be annoying and follow me. What a fucking horror show.

And talking about unchecked mental illness. And this may be associated with someone that is so sick to the thing where it fucks up your head when you get it that noise is painful by the way, which is horrifying and the guy should probably be tested for head disease by the way. There's this guy that comes into the main San Francisco public library whispering "quiet quiet" to himself and then if you start typing he flies into a rage and leaves after whispering it louder and louder and shaking. I do whatever the fuck I want and so I don't know if this asshat ended up having me poisoned with the shit that fucks up your chest and lungs because he's a crazy person that has access to the ability to poison people. Totally not a problem for this guy to be wandering around when my typing loudly and this guy losing his shit and leaving the room just so happens the day before I have my bed in a shelter gassed with something that fucks up my vocal cords and chest. Just one of those coincidences everyone should just pretend to ignore as everyone is dying and all the retail is gone and people are walking the streets in groups for protection.

And more debugging dumbfuck bullshit. I tell the asshole to shut up and the dead head next to me goes "Mr. T!" - so if "Mr. Peter" is "rat bastard" and I "can't" spell "rat" because it's "ra or at" (which together doesn't spell "rat" but "raat" - it's a way of fucking with someone so that you get them to bitch about how you're fucking with them using parametric or non-parametric logic which I will explain in depth in the philosophy section if these assholes will leave me alone) then "Peter" becomes "peer" like you're a "peer" with the homeless (because the fuckers are drugging you repeatedly so you're sick all the time).

And so I've been drugged or poisoned to this asshole that has brain disease and who is fucked up so that he's both sick and contagious by a dumb word game (yes, I'm spending a large amount of my time working on a symbolic language system *because it's important and can help people* - and even if it didn't doesn't hurt anyone by my working on it - if no one worked on intellectual exercises then the world would be impoverished) by a coordinated group of assholes. It's a depersonalization experiment performed by gangsters that want to destroy someone. All it proves is that San Francisco is a gang ridden and diseased shit hole and no one should come here. I mean I *get it*. It doesn't say what you think it does. It's just a clever way of saying "we're all assholes that hurt people in a complicated way that could otherwise be helping everyone and improving everyone's lives". Not to mention you're fucking with this mentally ill person and spreading plague. Like holy fucking shit is this place a fucking disaster.

Oh and my symbolic language system doesn't have a component that relies on sound, it's all based on symbols. Is that why I'm being poisoned by deranged asshole? I have no fucking idea. Emojis don't either (what's the word for the poop emoji other than "poop emoji"). This is the standard definition of stockholm syndrome and should go under the philosophical conceits section.

Here is the definition of law, using set theory. As far as I'm aware it's the definition of "law" (and it works for any conception of law that I'm aware of, which is rather astonishing) that is as close as possible to absolute truth, which I also will define in a moment. Man, if I could work somewhere where I didn't have to deal with crazy ass. I think it's incredibly important because people have been working on this sort of problem for centuries. Also *it's a language* - if you rip me off all the more power to you - the point of a language is to be used (on the other hand you may not understand where I'm going with this or how it works from a philosophical point of view). You can read more about what I'm working on with the language here. I won't be working on this exclusively as it's only a part of my overall intellectual framework - which isn't contained in anything that I know of so far - and no I don't want followers. Also I want to make stickers of crazy shit because art, aesthetics and such is fun and fun is also important.