I walked to the library here where im watching Sherry Vines HowiBlewya (Hallelujah)
after spening the night in Jail at Beverly Hills where i was stopped walking last night
because they smelled my nail Polish remover that i inhale like it was dick juice.
Ive been spending last few days in west hollywood and would have made a total of 3 drag shows
not in a row if it wasnt for this penny pinching child molester i found in universal city. He
could of been the pope or something, he was old enough but i realize now that a warm bed and a house
is not something i usually reside in because im broke and people dont invite.
So we go to his room for a massage" and the porn was actually good the models had great
bodies and dick and zoned out to the ass licking scene where ther was three guys with
face stubble rubbing there man face and spitting in this guys whole who was sitting upside down
on a share. They werent grabbing his dick at i think they just wanted the pussy hole. So that was
hot and he just finished himself off with his hand and next thing i know the pope is on me sexually
grinding me or trying to kill me from some hidden grudge. he then sticks his 3 inch cucumber in my
hole while im on my front and jiz all over a towell on the bed after watching the straight fuck each other
on the couch, in the shower and i thought this white guy that was bald and had his ribs tattoo was
looking lonely sticking his cut pink shaft all up all the guys face....
anyway i missed the drag show and woke up thenext morning disgusted but at least he
warmed some soup and i realized ill never eat cereal for breakfast again even if i findally affored
a apartment in like ten years...i have to start charging these older guys but coming into a house
even for a beer and a massage is something although this younger guy who lives behind the
roosevelt hotel on hollywood blvd was probably more fun in bed although when he said come over
and drink he reallly wasnt stocked and it all felt really disapointing except its different after you go
through the hollywood tunner over in the valley which felt like far travel of which i want to do,..
i found this house in beverly hills that was for sale...and they were having a open house so i went in
insanely bored and looking for something to do..
i had been inhaling nail polish remover and pouring it down my throat like it dick juice.
the relators saw me and seems glaad to see me so i felt encouraged to look around
and checked out the whole place...when i think i remember
leaving after their security or a cop came into the master bedroom and told me to leave..
i dont know i dont remember...but i really want my own place which i have to find.
I stopped hearing voices after leaving El Segundo...its like they stayed at the jail when they
arrested me last week and found out that the computer i found at the train station was reported
to Apple the company as stolen so i lost it and i am no longer dragging it to star bucks after
spending like a year on my back so im not too sad that it left me and its now in some
white boys mansion safe at home after like a year....suck for me.
" kept my iPod though and ive been a mobile sometimes booze reeking street walker and song bird
which sets off alarms in counties all over Los Angeles that alert the police that im really drinking
nail polish remover as the good drugs are probably in people homes which is why im never invited
cuz the cops would come to,like a whole chess set of snitches.. me being the pon and the cops
being like panty searchers..." So yeah last night i had no idea where i was at on the way up to the resevoir to crash out in a bush bum style
when i walk into a cop trap where they searchd me in suspicion of being under intoxication which is
interesting that every time i have a drink in my hand it sets off alarms not only all over the counties of los angeles
but probably in unknown locations that from unknow stalkers with unknown credit card numbers so i cant call them
and ask for some money instead of being stalked by the nail polish police which is really what alcohol is if ur not
driving. I wonder where the good drugs are..
| I usually just lay under the dark sky penniless and directionless wondering which company
wants to fund my booze habit...
im guessing one millions moms would like to see me put up in a hotel with a crock pot and
pier one imports...its gets serious when i either get a plant or a pet.
Im guessing it was one of the breeded dogs that usually walk the veterans parkway on the way to
my sandy death by the beach daily that is the earphone fairy. so now i can listen to trance again
and have the drag queens complain their bored and the endless loops and melodies only sound
good in a deep sedated state of mind...
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| I visited a chapel in my sleep. It was a house owned by a woman who came out to greet me in a
slay guided by too smiling dogs...we then went to the back yard where there was a skirted monkey
and beautiful fountains of all different colors and then a hot topic...i woke up in a cold sweat and
had was guided out back to the street by a woman dressed in a suit. its always the lesbians who
have the most gay pride i think.
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"What is fruity on here? A dead WHITE POLICE MAN? 2 Words: BOLO -NOXZEMA JACKSON"
Then they have to hotel some industry town that probably would hang them from the trees...
I walked to trader joes today with a hangover that felt like i had a screwdriver lodged in my brain stem behind my neck. last night i remember chugging rum alone by the rail road tracks trying to get drunk as fast as i can only to barely miss a rain storm as i layed hunkered under my tent while it poured outside. Noahs ark floated to the tune of Madonna's Video Frozen which in my drunken dream stupor looked like san francisco bay before the golden gate dam burst....
anyway i bought a salad that got tossed after the dressing spilled in my purse...
Im still tenting and their is a thief amongst us. My ruck sack was plucked from my high hill up on that overpass...in el segundo and i put out a craigslist ad but no clues have surfaced as to who r what posses someone to steal shorts, a pair of levis and old navy underwear...maybe a crazed fan...maybe a murderer......
im slowly infecting myself with the LA drag scene..and infect is correct. After ex-strapulating myself with a self storage for my laptop, i went out to a club and the next day i had body aches and fever to the tune of flu like symptoms...coincidently and uncooperatley Vons does not cater to Hamburger Mary's Long Beach because i owed the illness to a suspect Meat Loaf that i picked up the very same hour and night that cinderella had to catch the last midnight train to tents ville.... A bottle of pills and a bottle of tequila later i was back that same friday with scandalous sleeping accomadations of course but non the less i enjoyed a night of drag performances.
Speaking of scandalous accomadations if u need a place to sleep just find a highway in la and the shoulder serves more than a rumble in the jungle camp site and if u dont mind waking up next to used syringes, bugs and condoms then
And that's the saddest part because i wouldn't really care that they're all up in my ears anyway.
I'm figuring out my homelessness situation and realize that there about 10 million people in last 5 major
cities on the west coast that i have visited and not one couch....
so i'm fine with that because i can raise my own rent..
.but i do find it weird that i could stay homeless for the rest
of my life and still here even the library desk whispering shit while i am at the gym, at the store, the cafe, in a car muffler, online...
so my presence is....but im not even willing to share my thoughts right now....
and then i thought...what a set up, i could just here the arguments right now they would have with
PETA or something it would be like...
"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG, HOW MANY BRIBES, HOW MANY TRICKS I HAD TO TAKE OUT TO
KEEP THIS CHICKEN FRAMED?
i sold my house for BUS FARE during his GI Bill Motel Tour just to keep a cap on contacts with Adrian...so stay back BITCH
AND YOUR JUST GOING TO COME UP AND OFFER HIM A COUCH OR EVEN A JOB?
WHATS WRONG WITH YOU? IT IS MY JOB TO SET UP THESE YOKES... .
EVERYONE CAN HEAR IT, EVERYONE CAN SEE IT....
ITS MY FUCKING CAR CRASH OKAY!!!" and then i found out and i'm like...UM
take a crow bar to that mutts snout faster than you can say MOTEL RENT. OK?
THE VOICES WONT INVITE PART II
COME AND CATCH ME TOO
the police probably have more to do with this than i think. Like an incessant barking at the gate as i have been labeled a threat
with the PD that although they CAN keep me walking, poor, and homeless, they can not control my internet access because i am one Hamburger Mary's Event, One Comment, One Email away from throwing the hole Jenga tower into the fire..
That i have been labeled part of the glitterati, somehow pigeon holed by detectives in local businesses from "incidents" that have happened when i'm "around" of which keeps the resentful and probably gay away from inviting me over because i'm bugged and not only will they invite me, they will invite the cops, the local drug dealers, homeless, immigrants, FBI Agents, lookey loos, dogs, over too...
"Do something for me,
go to the ladies room,
wag your finger
in your pussy,
come back
and let me smell it"
Janitor, Janet, Janice Dickinson, High Maintenence, Low Class, Background Check, Play Ground, Custodian, Incest & Cuzins...
I really feel closure when i decide a career path that i think is last resort and absolutely attainable being that i wont have to beat down barbie at the mall, starbucks or even Wendy's when my heart filled attempt to find work pathetically enables even the fattest bastards who've been granted a stealable shot at picking up a broom., and learning the art of dumpster diving.
(the heard is on the move...to the broom closet)
Im not saying i have proof that i am a cheerleader for losers but i know my tricks get stolen online with my pictures all the time and all i need is Miss Piggy stealing my job leads only to have her land in something as fabulous that i could achieve as putting on some rubber gloves and rimming a toilet seat.
I then plan on working my way up to food service...and then management...slowly...painfully...boringly...pooringly.........bandwagonly.....
the VA just gave me the address to the homeless clinic too...they only take EX Soldiers so that should thin out the groupies and get me paid...
i just watched the movie the men who stare at goats which reminds me the fun these guys have in Iraq over there with the help of the military. George Clooney plays a KBR civilian amongst soldiers teaching PSY Ops to infiltrate peoples heads and also trains a anonymous platoon of men who go on a wild ride that flirts with court martials and jail time from experiments with LSD on soldiers.
So now its just a pointless drift to applied with the General Relief appointment so i can get to wiping down the rimming chairs at local business who need a janitor. They can call me back on my new Samsung I plan on buying at target with the pennies theyll check me on a virgin mobile plan, and if they don't then it jus
What were my first thoughts this morning besides hearing the endless loop of Afro Jacks "lets go take a ride in the car song" from the sensation podcast on iTunes in my head was arriving at a chapel by the beach that offers food distribution to the general public. Now i have very limited food money right now but thanks to my disgust i did not go because i realized that psychologically it is like being fed by someone you hate, or your parents. My mother never fed me timely meals and i realize that i wouldn't be alone at dinner time where other families feel resentment and just plain hate while they sit down to eat together, if it all. Being that i can eat bagels until i get my food stamps again rather than try to ignore the plain wrong feelings of a public pantry where the other clients just sit there and peck at my escape plan...of which i'm coping with reading the new book How Civilizations Die.
Its helping me ignore the dream i had about the elderly black people moving from house to shack as i questionably carried plates in, and out, of thier slave plantations, i just decided, IN MY SLEEPLY NIGHTMARE that they had gang banged robbed Target shitty platewear again...
Those Crazy Americans....
I walked into Macy's today bleeding from a pimple on my eye brow. At the gym after my bake in the sauna and blow there It was swollen above my right brow so i snipped it with scissors and it bleed yellow pussy, blood, then clear fluid...and then blood. I thought it was a good time to sample Clinique since i was near but have all decided on not caring about the little infections as i could probably kill that virus and a lot more with Chemotherapy for Cancer patients who need to stop the reproduction of damaging cells although this virus seems to only target the face as the skin on it is clogged with its owned glands and then bacterial gets swollen causing bad scaring.
Why?
Is there something about the glands on the face that are suicidal and need to be cleared with acupunture needles? That's probably it and i priced acupuncture facials in China Town for over a hundred dollars so until then its just me a pair of scissors and alcohol astringent to kill bacteria and puncture any pustules...
Legally i'm 28 years old and i just had my last 2 wisdom teeth surfaced on my top jaw before i die am cremated and turned to ash forever. That's probably not normal being that i expect to get my first apartment to myself close to 40 years old as i will be a angry motel star until then. Though i do feel confident that i can find a payed wage by next year, it will be all for renting motel rooms. Unfortunetly shows on MTV like Jersey shore are still causing owners to gouge RENT as they have no compassion and can jack up the prices competitively as we camp helplessly just because it already is a nuisance to sublet rooms in homes and most young people already ruined their credit scores with college loans, cell phones, and credit cards.
Craigslist.com. the easiest, dirtiest, smelliest pussy public swap meet in the world is still at it. Los Angeles has a high rate of advertised sober homes based of suicidal impulse choices and ugly wives, and stupid kids probably wont be moving in my ruck sack ever. Social dating website also are no way to meet a room mate unless u enjoy the 4 minutes u two get down on the floor and stretch out each others assholes, as the revolving door usually starts swinging also if ur any good and niggas pimp pagers start beeping of which is something to avoid because soon you'll be getting a invitation for AIDS to stay.
The date is 2013, and i realized that the height and relief of the day is not a check from the welfare of $220 that i get monthly but the fact that everyone will be dead in 100 years and the new generation will have gone away. Whether your a cop trying to use me as a pon for a drug crack down or a bitchy bottom hater who is cock blocking.... and if ur hetero and just trying to look in...WHAT U NEED IS A TICKET TO THE SHOW....and that is $100 dollars a seat HONEY
Whether your in a house now, dying in a hospital or growing in Kim Kardashian's womb, you will be dead by 3013, if not a citizen of new china..
besides being snubbed by the glitterati because an INCLING of an invitation will create a stampede that will suck in the police, FBI, and any voyeur it is public knowledge to let these embers turn to ash in some motel somewhere in the east while i do shifts at the hospital mopping and cleaning waiting for those to come in and live their life tragedy through tragedy maybe one day opening some kind of a position besides holding a can of lysol and a mop next to dying victims in the hospital..where we are surely all headed...
Meanwhile... who wants a drink. i spent last night attempting a sober coma in some ditch somewhere homeless under a freeway underpass annoyed that the voices keep trying to out me and off which i very verbally decided that i should throw a WACO fest and shut the door while the flames ember everyone inside to my delight of this blog..
i would insert a picture of drag queens outting snitchy bottoms but i will anyway because hmmm...im sure they have guns and chains...so...not that they would be messed with ...
Either way ur motor seems to be the closest thing i have to an assistant, as it follows my train of thought at strange hours of the night like 3am when a Chevron truck speeds over the pass combusting fuels into the air and of course the smell of chemicals from the factories nearby in el segundo that sometimes smell like a meth users bathroom...not that i have been invited to one lately as my "SECRET" fan club has chocked off any connection that is the least bit attractive or respectable thanks to the Police and FBI who WILL use me as a pon in a drug crack down meanwhile ogres at the store can only complain that after their shift if they tell a fat bastard named al is going to kick my ass at JackintheBox as the chola's are already putting ash, cum, shit, and broken glass in their foods,,,if u didnt hear fergie right like 5 years ago Shit now it full civil war with these people so...im just trying to catch one and put him/her on my cross catholic style.....
maybe ill look more like Madonna huh...
My relocation to different parts of the country is becoming more of a reality as probably more than 5,000 planes have landed and left the runway at lax since i got here...and all i need is $200 to jet set over to a part of the country where cock blocking come in territory...Fresno,,known less and less and bethelem where jesus would be is just a short ride away on a car and thats way to close for this cock fest that left alone with losers on online dating sites and chubs at the club who dont share their drinks and still comment on the curved erection that would get hard for someone who doesnt sound and look like Perez Hilton...
psshh THAT website gets million of dollars of advertising revenue and this shit is just going to guide me to somebody who wont call the FBI just to start shit with me as some pon under a gay flag that would get burned to...
you know when they were trying to come over and civilize this area {california} a long time ago like only 200 years ago from Washington...and now its a joke because of all the minorities and subsidized housing not to mention the good real estate taken over by established professionals all over the world?
California is el segundo to florida for retirement areas...they have established investments that dont even compare to my immigrant past, status and future...
the longorias are dead...
the jurados are dead...
and the portmans are homeless....
so i thinking about whats left and that is probably nothing besides a forty hour a week job....in a state with lower income taxes.
the world is guaranteed to in die in 50 years...Natural Resources will be depleted to the point of a civil war..and thats great because i might have found a home by then...and at least point me in the right direction...
everyday cars swarm around me in disgust while i try to recycle bottles of drink that people have left....
to ease the pain of homeless nights somewhere...not sad that im not home because only because own one....
but i just want a place where i could just go express myself as a flaming homosexual?
oh the gay clubs still have a place in the world of bussiness...where as i wont go near one...
because people in la are so tired about the whole cause and now my pussy is stuck up some assholes muff....driving away to like canada or something...
 Eat, Drink, and be Mary!
The rule is...and has been since i was about 15.
Ohhhh he sooo cute...
But he probably has accounts connections,,,,,a doctor.....
and the rest of this cess pool is a dog pound of abandoned cock suckers who,,,are about as usefull as a rape whistle.
Ya you might have a good personality,,,but i was left to the bears..
or even ya he has a good body but she sells it to anyone...
so reminding me of why im alone...im only hoping for the rapture to come ....
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