So here's all the things that happened to me in the last 8 hours.

First I should mention that a peacenik asshole way of gaslighting someone is to set up a "fake" war in which someone has to go between two institutions that both hate the guy, but have friends in both locations. So suppose some group of people is fucking with you and they happen to be both firefighters and cops, or work for Pepsi and Coke, or pick your two ideological rivals. Then you'll have friends in both groups fuck with the guy by having their be a problem for which the person has to reach an authority and having both sides play monkey in the middle with the guy and then drugging and fucking with him on either end. It works incredibly well if you're going to sicken the guy to a disease and then give away / steal shit for which the people that have to watch for plague monsters spreading disease will then have to watch the guy that's being fucked with (it helps if you can subvert social media as much as possible or lie in order to screw with the guy - if they don't know what's happening you can get them to act out first if you give them incredibly weird diseases that are difficult or impossible to cure or if you subvert the hospitals). Then when the guy is going to the second location he's being tracked and he can tell, so it helps to make the guy paranoid. If you can do it in the right way you can get the guy to make friends with one of the two groups and "hate" the other group (which is especially useful if people that are working for a tertiary goal or have friends within both groups want to start a "real" war because there will always be ideologues).

At it's worst this is the way that you get people to start riots, wars, and other stupid shit, and more than that in the ghettoes this is the way that you get people to beg, because they have no authority that they can turn to. The cops in San Francisco pull this shit with the poor just as the hospitals do. It's pay for police protection and it's pay for health care. If the doctors are competent and aren't sick.

You'll also notice that no one on the street will talk at all. It will be completely silent. To the extent that people will go around and start bands and shit in the middle of the street while people walk around. There are also cases where people will go walking around seemingly because they have to - and this is *bizarre* among much of the rest of the bizarre shit in San Francisco. This typically happens when it's completely cloudless and the sun is shining with a blue sky (and if you stay outside for more than an hour you'll get a sunburn). You'll have groups of people sitting around smoking joints and then there will be people walking from one place to another because it's almost as if they have to. Like you'll have a guy limping walking around the park for the several hours you're there and all you can think is "why the fuck don't you sit down"? And the answer is that they probably are so sick that they can't unless they're either told to or given permission in a public park as some sort of brain disease.

I was handing out pieces of paper with this website address on it all over town and I gave one to a woman waiting for the art building to open and she said "well this is nice, but can I give it back?" and I said "no". And she kept holding on to it! I'm in dirty clothing that I haven't had washed in I don't know how long and have poisoned I don't know how many times and am sick as a dog, so I look like shit, and I give her a piece of scrap paper with a web address on it and she just kept it! The reason so much shit around here has been stolen is that there are people here that have essentially lost the ability to say "no" and just do whatever the fuck anyone says, and once someone finds out who that person is they all go around and fuck with them. And if someone is so fucked up that they have to do whatever anyone tells them to you have to wonder if they then find a way to have you fucked with in return. It's like the end state of severe schizoaffective codependency disorder with either malicious or good intent and you have no idea how to interact with someone that's that fucked up.

Because it's a plague zone filled with these people they'll attempt to have you poisoned so that you end up like them. Fucking with your hands. Giving you brain disease. Taking anything you say as strictly true as possible if you tell anyone to do anything (because they *have to*) in order to make it so that if you tell someone something they'll attempt to do the thing you tell them to do, but in a way so that it's true but will have you sickened and killed. Like if you say you like it when someone "program's in rust" they'll go "oh he wants a 'pro' gram in rust" and then they'll poison your blankets so you don't have anything to lie on at night. It's a city of schizo cats essentially and anyone that wants money (a "mouse") is going to be killed or tortured. Good fucking luck getting anyone to open a store and employ anyone that expects to have a life expectancy - that's it - expects to have a life expectancy. You either find ways of killing or locking up all the schizo cats and dogs (dogs I imagine are a similar conceit? except more overtly mean?) or you end up becoming sickened to death.

Wait a minute, all of that was an aside, none of that happened within the last eight hours specifically. Let's recap some of the stupid shit that has happened. There was one instance where I go into the toilet in the shelter right, and some asian guy comes in and says "what happened?" and then leaves. And I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about so I leave the area and then say to myself aloud "man, I can't believe I'm hungry after all of that" and then a gay guy looks at me strangley, zips up his hoody worriedly and leaves. And I'm *not gay* - nor have had sex in any way (I've been kissed once on the mouth and once on the cheek by a girl - which is why everyone wants to know everything about everyone so that they can "be real" because otherwise what you say will tell everyone who gave who sick and how). So the reason that no one is talking is most likely because they'll give away whoever gave them sick and the fact that they're saying crazy shit - which is why everyone is choosing their words so carefully. If you have a kid that suddenly starts talking like a college professor then everyone will know that they managed to do drugs around someone with an astrophysics degree and people will crawl out of the ghetto to sicken them - or what if the kid starts doing shit where you can manipulate what they say or do based on brain sick. Which is bizarre - the people that are talking allowed to themselves are the ones that are the least crazy because you know who gave them sick because they're advertizing the fact. Another instance. Some old guy who's a schizo and into music jerks off under the covers next to me. Fair enough, like I give a shit. Afterwards my head hurts - and he didn't touch me at all. So that means that there is some connection between sick and what your head physically feels like. And so all of a sudden no one can say anything because it means that you know who gave sick to who.

That is fucking nuts. So the reason that groups of schizos are coordinating to wear different clothing may be based on what drugs everyone is doing and they decide to wear clothing based on their feelings that day rather than anything they're able to say. And how many other people have their head hurt *all the time*?

Seriously - everyone that is having these problems needs to write them all down no matter how nuts they sound and put it on the internet until the problem goes away. Most of the drugging people using secrets type shit only works so long as you're able to keep a secret. As soon as people stop talking en masse on the street you know there's a problem because people are hiding something. You don't have an entire city walk around in silence. Anyway, that's enough complaining for the moment, I'm going to go back and work on something useful. Oh and the other thing that bothers me. Let's go back to the old guy jerking off next to me example. So he does that and I get a headache. So I take this cream that's off brand ben-gay (icy hot right) - called Geri Care - and I rub it on my ear. Then some guy drops his phone (which is hobo code for dropping the "phone call") and my ear stops hurting. If I hadn't done that I would have been followed around all day with people with one ear bud in their ear while my head hurts. What the fuck? So fast forward to today and I'm sitting in the library and the librarians are talking to each other with one of them masked. At this point I'm suspicious of anyone that comes in pairs because I don't know if they're going to sicken me in such a way where half of my head hurts because I'm ill to both of them at the same time. Anyway, the schizos like to do this shit where they'll time what they do or say to what you do - or maybe it's more of this telepathy bullshit. So I rub some of the ben-gay on my ear and forehead and the guy starts talking about something having to do with "running away".

If telepathy has been discovered in San Francisco this is the most ground breaking scientific achievement since ever. And I hate it so fucking much. The thing is that if it works then it works in both directions meaning I will be recording all of the events that cause the telepathy to work and all of the ways to counter them if it makes me hurt physically until a bunch of people do it and then I break the chain of causality. I have no idea how it works unless it's parametric/non-parametric reasoning or timing a poisoning event. I will mention that before I had the headache I went to take a shower in the restroom, and someone had put a "dime" (die me) on the ground outside the toilets. Don't worry, I'll talk about the "money problem" in a minute. And then the showers may have made me sick at the same time the guy was jerking off. So one of the things that people will do is to time when a poisoning event occurs with something else so the precise chain of causality is difficult to determine. However, what I do know is that at some point people's bodies may themselves be linked to someone else's mind in some way, but only if you're sickened to a particular brand of illness tree - and in this case I believe this is the "smiley face/skull/drug" tree. Of all the different trees each of them seems to be closer or farther away from schizoaffective disorder 'as such' and this one appears close to it, closer than islam (which I believe in many cases may be close), farther away than some brands of Christianity. And it appears to be based almost exclusively on illness. Which is coming out of 1001 Polk Street. The "peace or else" may be "peace or smiley face tree" which would be disgusting and sad. OH! And someone said after all of the above "white power, white power" as a joke because the cream in this case is white (and CREAM is a black thing that stands for cash rules everything around me). I should mention that jerking off while everyone else shoots needles into their arms is the most ridiculous shit to call someone out on - *and* making me sick to a druggy tree that causes people to be telepathic (unless this is always true, which seems even less likely) *and then* blaming me because touching your own dick and doing these drugs don't go together *and* drugging the showers is the most chickenshit thing on the planet to do.

So there you go. Telepathy may exist and can be used harmfully when mixed with drugs. And it's in the shelters and taking a shower may make it contagious. If they timed the guy jerking off and the headache it was down to the second, and I don't think he's that good of a jerker offer - older guy. Which means telepathy which is contagious. Which is horrifying. Which means recording everything I do or writing everything down is a good idea - which would also explain why hand disease is such a problem here. No one wants anyone to write anything because they want to drug someone into being the guy whose brain and body they shit in.

And after all of that and being up all night having to deal with this shit I'm supposed to do something cool to prove that I'm a worthwhile enough person not to be murdered with drugs, which violates my heuristics. Hypocrite that I am I'll do it anyway. I should mention that there's a grocery store in the Tenderloin that has a smiley face above the name, and so every time the Tenderloin street sweeper douchebags go and buy food there it's unknown if that's causing me to be poisoned with whatever this drug is. At some point there should be an "it is what it is don't poison Peter" grocery store. I would imagine that the only non-magical grocery store in town would be incredibly popular because people could eat whatever they wanted with no repercussions. You could sell $100 dollar ice cream cones.

All of this being said, I will now and write about the "money problem", which is on the order of assuming a spherical cow if telepathy exists, but I should get it out of the way so I stop being followed around or screwed with by people that are doing the whole "you must be a terrible jew" thing. Which is *weird* right. I don't want to steal shit or work for anyone crooked based on drug abuse or guessing and all of a sudden I must be a jew. When you're surrounded with people that operate a quasi society based on torture and drug abuse because you "like money" then you start doing the whole justifying your own existence shit again. At some level you have to wonder how many tortured philosophers were just being fucked with. Oh - before that - here's a government sponsored safe house that's next to 25th and Michigan's Five Keys Homeless Shelter that's run by something called the "Cliff Corporation" (ominous) - I left that shelter thankfully. The windows are all blacked out and I have no idea what's with that, but it's one of those "I'm going to complain about this eventually, I may as well do it now and get it out of the way". The factory next to it has smoke stacks that kind of sort of maybe look like the cover of Animals by Pink Floyd, but if people are telepathic I have no idea if that was me just mainlining someone else's jet stream or not.

On the topic of fucking with people to music - you'll have a "dead tree" having to do with songs and then the people that are fucked up will end up walking around like idiots rather than do anything useful and they'll hang disco balls everywhere. And then if you tell on everyone, people will call you a "punk ass" because it's like disco killed rock n' roll and then punk killed disco. So it's a game with screwing with people and drug abuse. So there's that. And rather than fix any of this by having someone just come and tell someone what's going on what people will do is they'll participate in spreading plague so that they can either steal shit from the gullible or kill off people stealing shit. And parents have their ten year olds participate. Essentially they're all plague hemorroids dressed up as people. Fuck the nigger cracker shit I'm firmly in the camp of every single person around me in the entire city is a sociopathic murder monster.

And once they fuck with you this badly you either get to write all of it down (what a story! everyone around me is a cunt and I'm in constant physcial pain while the police and doctors lie to me and then have their ten year olds attempt to have me poisoned) or beg for permission to work for someone after they've humiliated and crippled you. And it's designed to make it so that if you say this as "true" then you look crazy so you're supposed to come up with some creative shit out of it. I want my creative shit to come from not being sickened and being content to not be in physical pain. So...piss break and then the money problem. Maybe people will stop throwing coins on the ground and then gassing me in the showers. Or maybe the hazmat team from Repo Man will set them on fire.

And...the computer is bugged. Either through the library terminal or through neocities again. I fucking hate this place so fucking much. Money problem done for what it's worth not liking anyone will give a shit. Oh - the next one. I'm going to write down all of this shit every time - any time I act like a "libertarian" I'll have people throw rubber bands on the ground. Any time I act like my father, they'll throw can tops on the ground - they've been researching my family and friends and have found all the things that they have as personal items and then throw them on the ground - I take it mine is a safety pin (sigh). It's an indication to others that I'm "acting" in a certain way because I can only act within a certain set of precepts based on drug addicted schizophrenics misconceptions. It's so fucking obnoxious. Sorry I bitched when everyone was dumping their fentanyl on the main street of town, so I suppose you'll just have to have me followed and let everyone know what I'm doing so I can be poisoned. What a fucking disease chore.

Oh and speaking of money - I walked past this mural on the side of a yuppie grocery store (the best part was that it was a store for people that had money) that was of this fly baby thing jerking off and then a bunch of fly business men were giving it honey. In the foreground was a fly person wearing a gas mask offering the viewer flowers. This was when I was distributing my web address around town and putting it on the windshields of parked cars and in mailboxes. I attempt to do eenie meenie minie mo, but somehow I walked past that stupid mural and I can't tell to what extent I was able to randomize where I went to give out the site. I mean if telepathy is a thing? I may just have to spin around really quickly in a circle and point repeatedly.