Neat! So I've been gargling my own urine and the headaches went away. Most likely it's not because I've been gargling urine and it's because someone has a way of making me sick in some other way and it's only used to see how much they can screw with me is. Let's wear a pink shirt around Peter with "no camping" on it or something. Don't care. The one thing about gargling urine is that if people care what you eat in a stupid "it's magic" way then you can put something obnoxious in your mouth whenever you want. Oh and this is a joke on Astro Teller's book "No More Sacred Cows" - in India they drink cow urine (some Hindus anyway). A while ago some Asian dipshit said that "coachella" was at "61 or 65" and this is the 61st post but "60 didn't win". Uh huh. Well from now until my head stops hurting all the time I'll be gargling my own urine (because if it works and annoys someone else and the headaches go away I don't care). If I'm fucked with in some other way I'm going to post it even if it means "getting to 65". I'll be posting continuously every time this stupid shit happens. If you have headaches and you don't know what to do drink your own piss or at least gargle with it. Then have a friend go to everyone in town and see who stutters or who has forgotten how to talk all of a sudden (what fun!). Sounds like a neat science experiment if everyone stuck at home just gargled their own urine and we could see how many people we could get to stop being able to speak for mysterious reasons. If you sickened me with the idea that what I ate would be magic or your good fortune, livelihood or happiness depended on what I would or would not put in my mouth then you're totally fucked. Along with whoever else you did this stupid shit to.
So here are these fucking statues outside San Francisco General Hospital. The one that has the fucked up leg and has been wandering around with a boot now has a "doctor heart" that is holding hands with it and is totally not following me all over the city with that stupid shit. Because I go to the hospital when I'm sickened rather than buy drugs which is *wrong* (supposedly). Then there's the heart with something wrong with one half of it's head that's reading a book to a child heart on its' knee (it's the last picture which is a little blurry). No reason that I happen to like books and my head hurts for no aparrent reason. I'm rather fond of the prostitute heart with inflamed lips that thinks that it's either Yoshima Battling the Pink Robots (by none other than the Flaming Lips) or it's you know the upside down tarot. And then you have a normal family that are covered in sick hearts. That's not fucked up *at all*. You know what it reminds me of? This fucking book which I bought at dog eared books like 15 years ago. But that's cool. Love you're art. Wish I weren't stalked to fuck ups that are mimicing the shitty art or people that are making my head hurt in ways that are similar to how the art looks. It's "like" a reiteration of the "Dreyfus Affair" in the Maosian first as tragedy then as farce which is hilarious because torture is somehow OK - especially when it's nonconsensual and done from the art from a hospital. As opposed to people that *want* to do porn or torture each other for fun. No that's cool. You stay dogshit San Francisco.
The Torture Garden (French: Le Jardin des supplices) is a novel written by the French journalist, novelist and playwright Octave Mirbeau, and was first published in 1899 during the Dreyfus affair. The novel is dedicated: "To the priests, the soldiers, the judges, to those people who educate, instruct and govern men, I dedicate these pages of Murder and Blood."
Totally not "we don't need no education". And what is Dark Side of the Moon? Probably Dead Souls but I don't have enough interest to look into it. Ok... So wait that would mean that if the Hospital is "dead souls" and "we don't need no education" then I'm looking for statues around a university that describe the hospital. In a ying yang bullshit thing. And of course there's the three spinsters of fate which is not at all a reference to this -
Anyway. I now get to gargle my piss any time someone wants to see if they can do something stupid based on "we're all connected and what you eat somehow is important" - let's see how well you talk to someone while I have piss on my tongue. Congratulations, sickening me was a stupid idea. I'll be gargling my piss every day of my life every time I take a piss.
More notes of things that I'm not supposed to say. If you take 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins and the song by Taylor Swift about magic, madness, heaven, sin then this has to be a book by someone named "starhawk" about "magic" with an feminist twist, "reefer madness" (obviously), a book about energy that has the word "Heaven" in the title that is by none other than Edward Teller, my grandfather, and a compilation of pulp magazines with the word sin in it. So you have a true lie (magic), a lie with an inner truth (heaven), lies about lies (pulp fiction), and lie about truth (pot doesn't make you crazy). And Buckminster Fuller is Homer Simpson by the way (see his dumb car). So in 1995 there was a reiteration - what was it - based on the movie hackers - first as tragedy and then as farce. What was the person and what were the true/lie tables and various media? Anyway - this is what bing gives me. No, I'm not going to use aistudio.google.com. I'm drinking my own piss repeatedly and seeing if I can make someone crawl up the walls backwards just for the hell of it. Ok, fine, I'm doing it. Also I can see how I'm being screwed with so that I mimic Buckminster Fuller by writing a diary and also possibly Doestevsky in that people will see if they can manipulate me into doing stupid shit and then claiming victory. I don't care. I'm doing this when no one will give me a job and are sickening me repeatedly while stalking me rather than giving me a job or acting like human beings. Were there more people like me that at least attempted to give a shit in some capacity to prove their worth when everyone around them is treating them like shit. Then there would be fewer people treating each other like shit. Big surprise. Right - so if it's 1995 and the lie/true is Edward Teller then probably there's an Astro Teller connection in there wherein he is the next iteration of the thing but everyone else changes and then it's "he's the one that has two handles". That's dumb. That means that "true lies" and "pulp fiction" most likely come from the idea of a truth table.
Ugh it's way simpler than all this -
- Pulp fiction - lie lie "we're not going to get rid of fiction" - you can get a job and still believe in untrue things (Zero Cool - he's not a zero and he's not cool - Also Crash Override is similar)
- True Lies - true false "it's true that it's a lie" - see the Plautus plays that are fubarred for example - "men who are emotional amoeba" (gee thanks) - (Acid Burns - she's acidic and she won't burn you)
- Jurassic Park - false true "you're not old, seriously stop" - working with old stuff doesn't make you old - also don't retire - don't quit your day job (Lord Nikon - he isn't and he is - taking pictures etc)
- Die Hard - false false - "it's not hard and you won't die" - whatever happens you won't be killed or beaten (too badly) - (Serial Killer - he isn't serious and he isn't)
And it's all based on "binary" because it's a play on LGBTQ and there's a thing at the end where there's a yellow poster in the background that says "satisfy your technolust". And XCOM is the game the "plague" was playing (which came out in 1994) and has a peace sign for the first base.
And... I have no idea who the Buckminster Fuller was although maybe it was Astro and then someone else was the other characters and so on. Or maybe it was Paul Studier and then the Taylor Swift song was about her and the whole thing is a coming of age story and so on about rebelling against the father and so forth. Huh. I should have figured it would be horrifyingly self referential given the amount of self satisfied navel gazing occurs in Hollywood.
It seems all a bit...much? Is the word I'm looking for "colossal waste of time"? Something like this? Why not just have people make shit that's cool rather than fuck with each other and give each other disease to stupid shit? That's all I can think of with all of this nonsense. What would San Francisco have looked like for the last five years if you had some responsible people make a property bank? That *only* bought and sold property in San Francisco and hired people to turn all the two and three story buildings a couple stories higher. You could have doubled the population capacity while still keeping everything earthquake safe and made a shit ton of money over five years and it doesn't require a super genious or space lasers. You'd have hired a shit ton of Mexicans to do the work which would have made all the latinos happy while stopping the ICE raid shit and then it wouldn't be a ghost time. And that's just a single idea that's not all that hard, but requires people that are both responsible with money (first national bank is still an empty building!) and can get shit done. Although this is cool too I guess. Whatever. I'm now going to go see if I can upload medical x-rays of my back from when a church put fentanyl in my coffee while I was lifting fifty pound bags of potatoes to give to the poor over the weekend. Fucking dumb as bricks.
So there's something fucked up with my back and those are the x-rays again. And I was followed across town by idiots that wanted to see if they could make me upset by having girls "give me the cold shoulder - literally" or "why is this guys hands by the side of the road completely red and swollen" (I still have no idea - is it a drug thing? You can tell me in a way that doesn't involve having me poisoned). I take it that the emotional amoeba thing may have to do with "we're going to poison people we don't like with flesh eating or flesh melting bacteria" like DFW's wife/Taylor Swift/Wicked Witch of the West/Pick Your Poison. I will be putting all the things that come out of my penis in my mouth because it doesn't bother me nearly so much as having fentanyl put in my coffee when I volunteer to give food away to the poor at a church and it upsets people that think what I eat is magic (whether or not it is). No, I do not want to have sex with a man. I'll randomly eat flowers if I have to just to see if I can fuck with people. There's a fifty foot tall statue of a naked woman looking down market street where all of the retail stores are empty and there's a 25 percent occupancy rate.
Including an abandoned First National Bank that was run into the ground by incompetent nitwits. Hasn't anyone considered opening a bank and solving the property crisis rather than statues of naked broads and banana peels? I would but every time I pass a group of construction workers and ask about a job they look at me like I'm crazy. Including asking to haul dirt for 10 dollars an hour or carry a sign. I don't know what to do when everyone around me is either evil or a moron.
Believe it or not this shit makes women as a group look incredibly small if this is a "feminism" thing. No I don't want it to be another "ism" thing either. Isn't everyone tired of living in a shithole and fucking with each other?