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Showing posts with label Abysmal Guy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abysmal Guy. Show all posts
Saturday, December 23, 2017
22kill.com
"No matter how discouraging the facts you can observe in your life, don’t believe that the observable facts are telling the total story or that your future is already cast in concrete. You constantly have the ability to change your mind, to develop more skillful intentions, to learn from your past mistakes, so that you can bring those truths of the will to fruition." From Thanissaro Bhikkhu (of the Thai Forest tradition), Truths of the Will (www.22kill.com - happy xmas from the Way family.)
Monday, November 13, 2017
"If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?"
José Saramago
As per usual, if you're ever feeling the compulsion to donate (and you trust it, el-oh-el...) please dig my links to the right for gofundme, paypal or venmo...
UPDATE: Flashpay ID 3615151797 (As I'm getting terribly hard-up... Anyone, anyone? Thanks!)
UPDATE: Flashpay ID 3615151797 (As I'm getting terribly hard-up... Anyone, anyone? Thanks!)
Monday, October 30, 2017
I Am Everyday People
I just want Mark Zuckerberg, the DPH, the donors/board, and administration (+1-415-206-8000) at Zuckerberg General to know that I am still upset on my own behalf that the MySFHealth Web site, coupled with treatment I've received at Ward 86 ("Tee-hee, last bar you can get kicked out of in San Francisco - later days and die of AIDS, you faggot/chink/nigger/loser/whoever har har, right? NUDGE NUDGE TOO HARD right?"), forced me (at least, in my own mind, due to whatever I'm supposed to interpret their special singling me out as) to come out publicly as HIV-positive just to hedge my bets, be on the safe side, and vouchsafe my own continued survival as a poor person on the fringe of society WHO FUCKING KNOWS BETTER. YEAH, THAT KIND OF "KNOWS BETTER."
Of course, I do just sit here and languish. God knows I don't deserve the life I enjoy, but somehow... Oh, yeah, huh?
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Got this link from a spam e-mail designed to take advantage of me, and people like us should keep up with this stuff, because this program is actually A FEDERAL PROGRAM THAT WORKS:https://www.fns.usda.gov/tefap/emergency-food-assistance-program-tefap
Also, are you on or around the national poverty level? A rural resident? You might also qualify for a once-a-month (or more) Commodity program from the USDA in YOUR area. Check with your local library, welfare/social worker, law enforcement, or maybe your Christian neighbors know something (they're often in on some good stuff for us.)
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Perhaps I risk punishment for my lack of faith in the obvious, and am too gowed by what the obvious appears to be, but this whole shenanigan with Golden1 credit union has worked my last nerve. The most recent development: once again, I get the Sunny/Ruth Ann/insert-name-of-right-to-be-bitter-kicked-around-niglet-from-American-literature-here treatment, lied to baldfacedly (even after New York's Conde Nast had cashed one of my checks), and my checking account closed. Now, Golden1, or some party who shouldn't know I bank with Golden1, does know, and is going after me like a pack of hyenas on flakka; they have the temerity and gall to try to sell me "accident" insurance, like I'm some delerium tremens-prone Chico State Greek reject.I'm long over being treated like shit, Golden1. Over it.
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Original Will Way photo from October 2016, made on an Amazon Kindle Fire...
Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve, Hallowe'en, Samhain, Sam Hill It's Annoying Out Tonight, or whatever you celebrate... "Trick or treat, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat..."
Here's some worrywort advice-queen clucking from yours truly: Evil teens and dread adults need safety, too - plan ahead! Buddy up, esp. when using liquor or - BIG "OR" - recreational substances; stay close to and in contact with - meaning check-ins, according to a schedule if that's the agreement - a designated sober person who's willing and knows what's up; avoid toys and props that could be mistaken for weapons; keep your phone on; don't accept doses from newly met folks, nor should you leave your beverage unattended around such; don't leave anyone in the lurch; be sure to wear what's functional, and does not obscure vision or hearing, or impede one's range of motion. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
(Also, I'm planning ahead, and look forward to reminding bitches: Sleep is not the enemy; hydrate or die; and cum is not a food group.)
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Lastly, if you're feeling sad and lonely, you're Burt Bacharach; if you're a frequent reader, maybe you're ready to make that leap and, well, help a brother out:]]]sidebar:.____---->>> for my Gofundme, Paypal and Venmo links.
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Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Willows Today - Shopingu!
FYI, SNEERING LADY WHO WANTS TO DO HERRUN IN VERDI, NV: In September, when I was on the 9 San Bruno coming back from Zuckerberg General, I gave a guy a $5 smear of black tar I had brought with me from Colusa County - some horse that had accidentally gotten in a delivery of hash (he had been in town for only three months, knew nobody, and had just missed the methadone clinic, which is at 995 Potrero and closes at 2:30 PM [ed. 1430 PDT] on weekdays.) But I don't cotton to certain old-school (really, Walden House knows wherefrom I write) junky behavior, and have unfriended people on fb for it - people who have been close family acquaintances.
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...Wishing all my readers well this day...
The Way family has donated our bag of candy to this year's TRUNK OR TREAT at the town hall... Looking forward to getting scammed by kids for free prizes!
If you're feeling generous, click through on ads, and/or check out my Gofundme.com, Venmo.com and PayPal.me links on the right!
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Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Housing
...A few great ideas from Inhabitat.com today...
So, yeah, please hit the Gofundme.com link to the right. Allahu akhbar!
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So, yeah, please hit the Gofundme.com link to the right. Allahu akhbar!
Sunday, October 8, 2017
今日おれはオリーブを収穫します...
Woke up early...
Blew clouds...
Watched the dog watching me...
Had coffee with Mom (pictured here in the 1980s in Richmond, California)...
...All under the watchful Eye of Horus!
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BTW: Pot butter available -- just helped someone with their harvest, and I got to take some home... Made green-ass butter with which to bake edibles. Care for half a cup? Email or call me, or drop by... We'll discuss the finer details...
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Feeling generous? Not only are there the Gofundme and Venmo.com links in the sidebar, I now have a PayPal.me link...
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Sacred Lotus
Original painting from 2012 or '13 (BY YOURS TRULY); acrylic, gold leaf, and rhinestones on birch board - probably destroyed by Tenderloin Neighborhood Development Corporation during my criminal displacement by Donald Falk, Nicole Grays, et alia after October 2014 - called "junk" or "trash" by Nicole, in point of fact....
....Not to mention, a lesser lotus on white paper (the characters reading, "Respect for those who came before; compassion for those who come after"):
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"From the deepest, darkest mud grows the most beautiful lotus."
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Not Mark Feathers (Who Was The Manager), and Not "Marc"....
....Who was an employee I'd seen from time to time....
Who was this?
...At #02053 off the I-5 in Willows, CA (ZIP 95988)??? Totally grossed me out of the store when it was my turn to talk to him. Ugh.
Who was this?
...At #02053 off the I-5 in Willows, CA (ZIP 95988)??? Totally grossed me out of the store when it was my turn to talk to him. Ugh.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Random Today
Headed to Willows, CA (95988) for lunch, shopping (Mom has physical therapy.) Ansaphone is on, my cell has minutes...
PS: please help us fix our living situation: www.gofundme.com/way-house-renovation-campaign
PS: please help us fix our living situation: www.gofundme.com/way-house-renovation-campaign
Sunday, September 17, 2017
ゴロ Seven Billion Hairy Nuts To This
...So it takes a "Guatemalan Roulette" moment of this: I'm still feeling the effects of a lucky, bitter rambutan seed (OH MY GOD I WAS NOT PLAYING WITH FIRE INTENTIONALLY WHOA! AS I'M WRITING THIS HUNTER S. THOMPSON AND NANCY BUKOWSKI AS MY METHYLAMPHETAMINE WITNESSES HONEST!!!) to tell you all ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!
The real dish, in case I expire:
Mathangi is in fact a major TOTAL lesbo, and I'm still stinging in my conscience that I secretly called her a big, fat dyke. YOLANDI TOTALLY DID NOT PUT ME UP TO IT! Anyway, sorry about that M.I.A...
JESUS CHRIST ON PERPETUAL SHIT-SNEER ALERT did not -- oh no he did not -- try to kill his OWN DAMN woman in MY motherfucking yard. Not with herr-ON. aw HElL nOO0! UH-uH. aND By the way, I ain't youR tool, jefe. You just know who the real men and women around here are, and you ain't fooling my tweaker ass no way no how. WHAT THE FUCK? HELL NO I AIN'T VOTING TO MURDER YOUR ADMITTEDLY HATEFUL BITCH. Fuck your ass FOREVER YOU ECUADORIAN SOURPUSS WARLOCK. FUCK THAT!
...And in that same breath, I ain't fixin' to be nobody big myself but I am fit to be tied. I'm trying to marry a motherfucking Marine ain't nobody think is is own man. I got problems AND I LOOK TOO FORTY YEARS OLD AS SUCH ANYWAY. Mabuhay is not an imperative in -- durrr, Crapplegate! -- "Tag-a-long." Motherfucker, I utter ULTIMATUMS WHEN i SAY MABUHAY! It's an "or else" word, cantante, senyor you CONTRACTION/APOSTRAPHE all!?
[/puttingmyfootdown] No ubb tags, no.
Anyways.... To the future miss Congenianlity of Bakersfield "Oh, no, hon, one candle on your cupcake for the sixteenth birthday, and you're lucky if old neighbor Will Way shows up in a white pinafore and a wig -- WITH A BURNING HAND OF GLORY CANDLE -- to tell you and you alone, all in your little nong, wannabe chola CABEZA, SEE, the following (in an unnatural hiss): "I CURSE YOUR WEDDING DAY!!!"
...From hell's heart, I spit at thee.... YADDA-YADDA-YADDA.
Screed out, hella love from the 530 to all...
PS: I know I shouldn't say this, but I just love my brownies....
PPS: THE NERVE TOXIN I THINK MOSTLY ANTIDOTED. HOT HALF-AND-HALF, CONTINUING TO DRINK IT... WOOPS!
The real dish, in case I expire:
Mathangi is in fact a major TOTAL lesbo, and I'm still stinging in my conscience that I secretly called her a big, fat dyke. YOLANDI TOTALLY DID NOT PUT ME UP TO IT! Anyway, sorry about that M.I.A...
JESUS CHRIST ON PERPETUAL SHIT-SNEER ALERT did not -- oh no he did not -- try to kill his OWN DAMN woman in MY motherfucking yard. Not with herr-ON. aw HElL nOO0! UH-uH. aND By the way, I ain't youR tool, jefe. You just know who the real men and women around here are, and you ain't fooling my tweaker ass no way no how. WHAT THE FUCK? HELL NO I AIN'T VOTING TO MURDER YOUR ADMITTEDLY HATEFUL BITCH. Fuck your ass FOREVER YOU ECUADORIAN SOURPUSS WARLOCK. FUCK THAT!
...And in that same breath, I ain't fixin' to be nobody big myself but I am fit to be tied. I'm trying to marry a motherfucking Marine ain't nobody think is is own man. I got problems AND I LOOK TOO FORTY YEARS OLD AS SUCH ANYWAY. Mabuhay is not an imperative in -- durrr, Crapplegate! -- "Tag-a-long." Motherfucker, I utter ULTIMATUMS WHEN i SAY MABUHAY! It's an "or else" word, cantante, senyor you CONTRACTION/APOSTRAPHE all!?
[/puttingmyfootdown] No ubb tags, no.
Anyways.... To the future miss Congenianlity of Bakersfield "Oh, no, hon, one candle on your cupcake for the sixteenth birthday, and you're lucky if old neighbor Will Way shows up in a white pinafore and a wig -- WITH A BURNING HAND OF GLORY CANDLE -- to tell you and you alone, all in your little nong, wannabe chola CABEZA, SEE, the following (in an unnatural hiss): "I CURSE YOUR WEDDING DAY!!!"
...From hell's heart, I spit at thee.... YADDA-YADDA-YADDA.
Screed out, hella love from the 530 to all...
PS: I know I shouldn't say this, but I just love my brownies....
PPS: THE NERVE TOXIN I THINK MOSTLY ANTIDOTED. HOT HALF-AND-HALF, CONTINUING TO DRINK IT... WOOPS!
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
One of These Is Not Like The Others
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