I lost my wallet last night, little stressed, just my whole identity right? Lol
Today, I went to the place where I thought I had lost it. (Amazing video quality footage btw) Then grabbed sum lunch, upon walking home on a very sunny day.
Out of nowhere; a giant cloud covers basicly just me, and it starts raining in my direction, like the fucking Truman show.
Luckily I’m a weirdo, and brought my faraday bag with me for my phone.
I don’t think the Government is after me, I don’t think DARPA is behind a cloud only covering me, when I can clearly see the sunshine less than a mile away in my direction… I just think I’m dramatic, sexually, spiritually frustrated, and I caused others too believe in my drama. For this I’m sorry. I’m just gonna go back to failing at selling art, maybe try to lighten up a bit, and hopefully find my wallet.
The main purpose of my blogging on social media is to provide real time data of what humans are going through on a regular basis, with the hopes of sorting it all out, and creating a perfect environment where no one goes without.
Which is why I don’t give money to the homeless, because it’s not going to solve their problem. From one former homeless man to another, they’re more efficient ways to redistribute wealth, the poor helping the poor is not one of them.
Money raised, if not used for campaign funding, will go to create an organization that houses all the homeless in downtown Detroit.
My reasoning running for POTUS started as a cry for attention, I was going thru a major dry spell, and did’t expect anyone to take it seriously. When my magazine company was relevant, women would pay to get naked for me. It didn’t matter if they were married; older, younger, educated or not, all that mattered to them was their 15 mins of fame. Tattooing was very similar to this as well, except with the magazine it was total depravity on steroids. When you are exposed to the way the world really works; and someone says they are too busy, or they cancel plans, it’s basically the most offensive thing on the planet. Imagine going from Victoria Secret Angels obsessing over you, to having no one call you at all. Fuckery aside; I don’t regret kicking myself out of the occult, I never belonged there anyway, my people are the poor, regardless if they rejected me too. Taking the knowledge I learned from the other side, I am creating a nwo in VR. One that is limitless for all, not just a few. Money will no longer be the standard of power and control anymore. The Data accumulated on you will decide your new social standing.