So. Couple things. On one of the lines in the last post with the picture of my language there's an offsetting comma that is missing on the second definition. This morning there was references to the movie the graduate and hear no evil in the lobby of the hospital that I went to, and then see no evil is the ring - from movies because you're moving or on the move (and you either moved away from home or are homeless and aren't staying put so you're being circled with crazy). It's the three monkeys (hear, see, speak) because these have to do with language. When you have the ring then it's "fine ring" which is "fr too I to n(d) G (god)". When you're doing the graduate it's something else. My guess is that I've contracted a form of spongiform illness of some sort meaning it comes from something that's going to kill me. Let's see what else. In the edition of the Confederacy of Dunces is amazing by the way - Nirvana came up with smells like teen spirit from it, similar to how I believe another band you've heard of did similar to Gravity's Rainbow - evenescence. You can see all sorts of weird things. The word game works if you line up rows of letters by the kerning so if the words align just right, you can use each page as it's own ministory. It's sort of an Anti-Dracula told from the perspective of Dracula. According to Ignatious Reilly everyone around him is an idiot because he can't not left hand path. I empathize. Let's see what else. Someone stole my notes and then when I checked under the bed they left a single coffee packet as an "exchange" as a joke and then had me followed and coughed at me and commented on when I took it from the shelter and threw it out. Clearly someone wants to take the language and say I'm an idiot - which is true were that I didn't have a brain illness, but whatever.
So my language does not have nearly the amount of symbolic and cultural depth that you can pack into a single book. Yet. Also, it doesn't have a spoken or auditory component specifically because in spoken language there are more collisions than in written language. You can only move from one vowel to the next in a certain way. I was thinking of making it so that each word could be constructed visually within your head (by take english consonant vowel combinations that are similar to japanese) when you write the symbol, but this ends up with words like vukanumashubafu for crab, simply because it would be a word that you wouldn't use that often and so would contain a series of letters that were longer (euro trip references aside). Much of language is participatory and auditory for that reason. However, the grammar is specifically what I call a semi complete generative grammar in that it can, from some set of common experience - at all - be used to come up with symbols that can be used by groups of people that interact often enough. It also comes from phenomenology in how we see what a house looks like (which is an almost universal symbol of a box with a triangle on top) or how we know how the symbols align (this "I subject" interact with this "Other subject" and the result is "house" - therefore is the intervening word going or building or etc). In this way there is a subset of words that can be the missing definition based on experience - which is within the intersection of the sets of the experience of the two participants.
No one asked. No one helped me with it or wanted to see if they could make something with this. I did this on my own while being drugged repeatedly and trying to fix as much as possible. While wanting work and money. And now I don't know how to get money because there are no jobs except sweeping and many of these people believe that money or a job is somehow a cure all for depression/anxiety/wanting to hurt other people and so on. It's not. But it is hard to get a job and succeed when I'm sick and don't trust the people around me and don't have the money to leave. So. I did the best that I knew how given the circumstances. And no I have no interest in forming a codependent relationship with anyone against my knowledge wishes or consent. I just refuse. No thanks. I'll go to the hospital or the cops and I won't do anything wrong to piss off those two groups in the meantime. Religion apparently doesn't like me because I have my own beliefs which seemingly don't align with anyone else's which I find surprising.
I continue to be tracked and harassed by crazy Christian or psychopathic people. I'll look up a VPN in the library and I'll have someone come in and start grunting at me and snorting. This is done wherein it's a form of brainwashing where there are some things that I "can't" do because I'll have a circle of idiots that are around me that are sickening me. It's like selling off someone's ability to participate in society while drugging them repeatedly. So VPNs are just part of it. Suppose that I might have been a painter or artist or explorer or whichever but it requires some certain skill that can be taken away or needs to be protected with drugs. These crazies will use sick to try and control people and then give you the sick if you align with their interests. They're insane. This is most likely a result from repeatedly calling the NSA until the operator said "good morning" and hung up the day a privacy advocate died. The EFF foundation is here and is just an empty store front with no one in there. It's a way to waste someone's time so they have to give a talk or say stupid shit about how it's important to qualify for having the thing that you've taken away from them with sick and crazy people shitting on you in a circle. So not only can I not get a VPN I don't know if there's any way to access the outside world that isn't restricted - and I need money from crazy people in order to get a phone and I'm being surrounded by sick and crazy so that's not possible. They're all evil fuckups.
I called the NSA repeatedly (after everyone else) because there are abandoned skyscrapers here and people dying. You'd think that someone would be taking pictures and posting them on the internet with captions such as "holy shit" and "look at all these dying people in the middle of a major city". So I figured something was wrong. My bad. I did go to the FBI after having someone attempt to kill me in a shelter by poisoning my coffee. I'm a terrible person. Just awful.
This appears to be something where it will be my word against everyone that has a mortal illness and believes in religion that hates me and wants to be surrounded by sick and empty buildings. I'll (and this is absolutely true) be followed around by hispanic women calling their friends to tell them whether I've stolen something all day long. They're sick and evil. I go into the waiting room and have staff members who are mentally ill see if they can get me to steal a pen off a counter and then make comments to their friends about it in the background. It's just sick people that are crazy. These are hospital workers and security guards. I'm worried that large segments of the population may have some sort of spongiform illness. I think people are just waiting around until they have an excuse to kill me and can get away with it. Funnily enough the sick crazy woman is now in the room and is clicking a mouse as often as possible because it's supposed to be done to annoy me. They get scared when someone goes around them and repeatedly clicks pens if someone else is looking at pornography and they think it's magic or they're going to be killed. It's definitely mad cow disease.