Thursday, July 20, 2017

Still At Willows Walmart #02053

DO NOT BUY THIS MEAT IF YOU SEE IT:



The price might be right, but it could be contaminated/adulterated....

Learning...

I've memorized almost half, and am continuing to learn... Next month: Redcross.org to earn my adult and pediatric first aid and CPR certification...


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Mm-Hm

Greco-Roman curse effigy, pierced by thirteen needles
Egypt, second century BCE

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Wouldn't It Be Great If One Could Just Shut Me Down With Accusations of Meth-induced Paranoia?

Weird stuff still going on: AT&T cell calling 911 answered by who? Federal law enforcement?

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Mom's been fucking with the freezers, ruined all of her ice cream last week; cubed chuck gone and replaced by OLD top sirloin from a store we've never been to (but I turned it into a nice meal anyway...); somebody still eating up my cell minutes; I think my brother and others are spying on the car via Onstar; somebody still stealing mail; Walmart has yet to compensate me adequately for bad meat...

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I don't know who's giving lil ol' me grief: NSA? CIA? FBI?

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Weirdness still going on at SF Zuckerberg General's Ward 86 (HIV) clinic; I go back on the 23rd for psychiatry. Must rejigger my medication regimen...

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Friday, July 14, 2017

Millennium Tower

I have a campaign to sincerely, earnestly, non-sarcastically (with a minimum of malice) and a maximum of misunderstandable Swiftian sneering to propose: I know I've touched rather unhelpfully on the leaning tower of "Sheesh, San Francisco, You Wouldn't, Would You?" That is to say, be so telling in the face of human problems like the way that seems...

Yes, my vote was not to demolish it, and leave it as a, well, there you go -- egg on all our faces as well as posterity's task. Today, I have one dollar to mail to a fund towards any collective effort among the owners of the discrete units in their efforts to right the building and maintain its habitability according to local building codes (almost anywhere in America, or even -- were Caracas subject to the laws governing legal habitability in 2017, where anyone can legally live in, say, El Torre de David, but I digress shabbily...)

I'm not sure, but the next step would be to evilly quip that I shall now send my dollar to this or that "Ha ha!" place as if a person or a person's home could be such a kind of "joke." Instead, I have this dollar for the people who have bought homes in the Millennium Tower, and that dollar will be sent forthwith to those who have overcome the other obstacles to helping those people out.

Tomorrow, Saturday, I'm sending $1 to 301 Mission St, San Francisco, CA 94105 towards any fundraising efforts to make these peoples' homes habitable. Yes, I'm shitty that way, but I'll never be on the proper side of THAT bit of it.

UPDATE:  Sent $2 to Owners/Residential at that address... Couldn't hurt, might help...

UPDATE II

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Just Raw From Facebook

In 2014 (summer?) I sold a diamond to Medford's [ed. note: THAT RAW: Maxferd's, I meant] in SF and only now has it hit me: the pendant (mid-century to 70s on the setting, which is 18K, as is the chain...) -- it just hit me: that is a very VERY sentimental piece. And its provenance is unknowable to anyone but whoever is THE MAN (OR WOMAN) at Medford's... And this a star-crossed world, deserving of ill-starred treatment.... There is a heart out there that still beats... A Hollywood ending for this evil piece of jewelry? Sad fucking probabilities, the more I post mid-digestion...

The man who had it commissioned -- I would love to make his acquaintance myself, were I not mere trash to the woman he wooed with it... I hope he's still alive, because -- well, fuck that bitch he went to that length to have it made for, her ass is not my bother -- off the cuff, I hope he's still alive, because I want him to know that the world wide web has William Way screaming at the top of his lungs: "BROS BEFORE HOS, MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND -- I LOVE YOU!"