Fine, If Anybody's Really That Entitled To My Honest Expressions of Paranoiac Negativity....

I want to be friends and meet, especially with odd darlings and cool cats I've as yet barely encountered (but such presences they are in their essentials!), and I don't deny myself the just desserts due me -- not that by the very nature of what's going on I could screw my own pooch, at least in the renumeration department (there would have to be some -- gasp! -- inimical, highly effective, indominable conspiracy afoot... I just have a difficult time thinking this is merely the dark before the dawn, the cloud whose silver lining is not yet apparent...

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UPCOMING: The big ol' shindig for the Willie B. apartments in the Western Addition. Hopefully, they're less into this and that -ism and by which they hardcore discriminated against prospective tenants (wanting a vague "this-or-that" specific demographic they could serve, and have their own way, even as they received public funding, including from HUD.) They certainly never should have #displaced yours truly in violation of every common understood protection for SF renters, not without ample assurance from whatever boneheaded quarter they needed to that I would adequately and conveniently be dead soon after TNDC unethically and senselessly (and illegally?) evicted me... (It never did make sense as to why they rented 212 at the Alexander to me to begin with, and let me stay for 4 1/2 years.)

(BTW, I think there's some affidavit I have to sign in the City and County, perhaps at the Superior Court on Grove -- with or without an attorney? I'm not sure... Anyway, I wonder if this has something to do with my former landlord -- I ain't fixin' to be Elle Woods up in here. I know a lot of people have been mum on some huge issue surrounding me; Lord knows, I'm supposed to be taking some sort of hint on that. All so vague and weird... Oh, well, I'll pop in at the court as soon as I can make it to the City -- it is sort of a hardship to travel... Maybe I'll get there by July 24th?)

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"Wait, is there some 'principle of the thing' about me and my so-far lifelong frequent poverty and privation, and that those involved are investing themselves in an hideously irritating, so-maddening-as-to-induce-homicidal-rage 'point' in arranging my situation (one that includes a timing component)? Is that why I'm being piously fucked over by some de facto conspiracy? Or is someone unduly taking out on me the fact that I read -- for pleasure! -- Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco my senior year in high school?"

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Still prone on occasion to auditory illusion voices, emotional stuff... I'm at my most hurtful, perhaps, when I can't take something for what it by virtue of being what it is as a promise... My nature is perverse insofar that I know: whether human or divine, assurances are unfortunately ironic.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-99e4geCm2w

.｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡.i put 2 wallz b3hind u jus 2 lean on(＋_＋)

Of Approximately 4,100 I Once Was One

Unfortunately, TNDC saw fit after an expedited and highly dubious process to evict me October 22, 2014. My rent was always paid, there were no complaints, no inspections by City or County workers, and in fact, on the day I was to be exited, the Sheriff's department was nowhere to be seen -- instead, five Tenderloin Station uniformed sergeants were there to scream at me and keep their distance...

I'm not sure what is due me, but something must be. TNDC and Donald Falk broke every law known to man in the City and County of San Francisco regarding tenants and recipients of HUD low-income housing.

Most recently, I've discovered that there is an affidavit at the Grove St. courthouse that demands I sign it. Not sure what to do there...

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I Don't Need That Bullshit

PS Now apparently that is Jonesy under the house. She answers my "Meows" and is vocal with me... She might be an outside cat from now on... Doesn't explain who shaved off a tuft of her hair the day she was abducted, nor does it make sense of local law enforcement's bizarre behavior during the phone calls I made after she went missing...

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San Francisco Yesterday

Fuck 4/20 anally with a broken glass bong. The City could not have been more of a headache, yet I know it was all in my head... I live only three hours away by car, but I could move back in a second...

A city worth seeing, international readers (yesterday's cheap eats -- cheap and good -- happened to be Cassava on Balboa (near 35th Avenue, South side of the street); probably no waiting for a weekday lunch, fyi...)

Mildly vertiginous @ Polk. (Ah, the storied and scandalous Fox Plaza, to the left; I lived there for almost a year in 2007 with Linda Hayes. The studio units are lovely, with laundry in them. Back in the day, it was THE Tweaker spot, home to many long-passed luminaries and other hot messes...)

That seagull is eyeballin' me at the UN Plaza fountain...

On a clear day, you can see forever. Or live in your own little world -- whatevs...

All up in The Ls, my niggas...

Hot freakshow on the 9... 

Into the forest from Fulton, somewhere in the 20s...

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HEY, I HAD ONE OF THOSE BARNYARD NOISES PULL-STRING TOYS AS A BABY!!!

"Holy cow, Natalie Portman, guess who's coming to dinner? That's right: Clara Bell, the cow who won't stop talking because she can't get enough!"

Moo, I said, MOO!!!

Chew cud, nerd. Hope you have an enormous baby boy named something thigh-slappingly funny.

(I'm not mad, I was just in the middle of my favorite  Louis L'Amour novel, The Gay Rustler, and have no time for your Hollywood antics, young lady...)

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Same Logistics as 1/1/2017

Recalling the "187" calls of the '80s, the best of which went the right way (girls screaming in fear and delight as they found themselves broken in by heroes, inexplicably...), we can help set things to rights...

Again, front (West) door unlocked. First door to the left down the hallway. Careful with noise -- opening the front door is screechy. My bedroom light will be on, though. The rest is up to visitors. If law enforcement, please rest assured this is no "gotcha." I'm straight dope, WYSIWYG all the way.

(Unlike last time, I will have glass to help. No liquor, weed, or viagra, though...) God bless, and good luck...)

(415-203-6957)

UPDATE:  Door unlocked, hole prepped. All you need is backbone and full nuts.

UPDATE II: To sweeten the pot, here's the rear:

UPDATE III 3:06AM: Still hankerin' after a visit from someone. Think I'll lay down, but the door's still unlocked.

You'll Never Want to Leave the Theatre...

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As many of us in the loyal opposition continue to petition the DOJ to audit the 2016 vote, and others disrupt and protest...  My advice to President-elect Donald J. Trump comes from Marcus Aurelius, and it is this:  "Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be -- be one."

Oh Bother, Dear Eeyore

Could it be that once again someone has fouled the mood with poor timing?  I'll console them as best I can if alive and capable -- definitely my bailiwick, that scene...  Be so kind as to get down to it, and I'll resolve to be a lamb and die like a fright...