Seattle, WA
Friday August 7, 2009
10:05pm Let me make an update this morning. I forgot to tell you when I woke up and how much sleep I got. I had a little tobacco in my pouch, but I didn't have any rolling papers. I went over to the gazebo where the bums crash. I saw some dude with a big pack like mine. I asked him if he had a rolling paper but he gave me a cigarette. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot.
He wandered over to my camp while I was smoking and sat down and agreed to listen to my story. Whoa, he just gave me a brand new pack of cigarettes! I really appreciate it, brother.
11:08am I thought I would be able to do some typing after eleven, but they have the place booked for a convention, or something. I guess I'm going to walk downtown now and I'll spend the whole weekend without doing any typing. That sucks. At least I have a cool camp. I love my camp.
11:38am I just walked to the McDonalds on Virginia and filled up my bag with ice and bought a burger.
This guy just walked up and told me he had his better camera today, if he could take another picture of me. He gave me a dollar too, sweet.
12:35pm This is awesome. Scott, he's going to videotape me and put me on Youtube! Hell yeah! That so needs to happen. As the mission evolves. He asked me, "Do you accept donations on your website? Do you have a Paypal account?" I told him I had one but since no one ever made any donations I removed it. Plus, I'm trying to get rid of money here, remember? A Paypal link would defeat my purpose, after all. He wanted to help me. He asked me how long I was going to be in Seattle and I told him I didn't know. He said he would shoot me an email.
1:14pm Danielle volunteered me two dollars after she took my picture. I appreciate it, Danielle. Everybody gets credit.
4:25pm Right on time. I was wondering how I was going to get high at four twenty. Hmm, someone gave me a whole pizza earlier and I had three big slices left, three dollar bills and a half a pack of cigarettes. I went across the street to where the gutter punks were and offered my tradeables. Some guy gave me a nickel sack so I gave him all of the pizza. I'm back to work all stoned and happy and on my way to save the world.
It just dawned on me to stand up with my sign that says google it up on the cement benches in front of the Starbucks that people aren't allowed to sit on, but everyone does anyway. I swear, if it wasn't for that stupid rule the dumb rent-a-cops would have absolutely nothing to do. Their stupid asses should put big signs saying DO NOT SIT. Instead they rely on the green sign that says no trespassing, which the color matches the window and doesn't stand out. Plus, sitting down isn't trespassing.
Haha, while this one street kid was playing guitar for tips, this other dude started dancing to his music like a stripper.
4:57pm I had an awesome presentation with Gummy Bear, this street kid, this beautiful girl. She looks a lot better without all the rings in her face. She sat down and listened to me and was really interested in my story. She just walked by again and gave me a cigarette, a Newport.
I am experimenting with a change-cup. I'm just standing here with my sign that says GOOGLE IT.
7:15pm Tafari let me borrow his cellphone so I could call my mom. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.
Here's Tafari's rap: "There's a war going on inside and the result is worldwide, homicide, genocide and suicide. What's wrong with me? I feel like any minute I could go right along wit' it. All this nonsense seems to be insanity. But I got strong convictions and my perception is my witness and my greatest weapon. But they still have a major problem, I'm involved in mass destruction, there's been a drastic reduction and what I say and claim to value, it makes me very uneasy, so what would you do if you was me? Would you question the meaning of value? How do you not value something, someone else looks you in your eye and tell you that you gotta believe. Do you not use it and take honesty, for example, since I value honesty is that supposed to mean that I don't need or have a use for lies? That doesn't make sense so I don't buy that. It wouldn't be practical, matter of fact, deeply irrational to value two totally different ideas equally in the same condition, listen be wise and rely on your third eye and analyze that most events are abstract ways that we resist this sophisticated justaposition." Then the chorus is like this, "The system is like food, my values are like water, my spirit is independent so I'm bound to be a martyr. If I die for why I stand then in my name you come harder. Battle for what you believe, recieve, select my values." Then the second verse is like this. "Imagine this situation, you sitting at home sorting and organizing your bills so you can fulfill your free will to live on this earth, something they didn't have to earn before birth. Some say it was written, the creator's intention was for us to be free and live in harmony not buying or selling, it's irrelevant but it's evident you stress. I guess because of your sin God didn't decide to bless you, instead he cursed you and now your flesh is a wage-slave. Behave for the corporation or find yourself in the grave with the rest of the innocent, ancient warriors, shamans and wild rebels, their blood runs deep inside of you, and that anger that you feel is your values being denied and experts told you that it was pride, so these fools lie to you, they make you feel beside yourself, they try to confuse you, and now you start to think you're losing your mind. Do you really want me to tell you why? Listen when I tell you that your values are conditional, it's critical information that seperates delusion from reality, morality is natural, help us reduce the intensity, call it compromise in the proper situation they choose to the highgest vibration even it the means retaliation. The system is like food, my values are like water, my spirit is independent so I'm bound to be a martyr. If I die for why I stand and my name you come harder. Battle for what you believe, recieve, select my values." One more verse. "I'm not built to be gentle, over instrumental, my mental dismantles the credentials of fundamental. Excistential, narrow minded religion reteric, I arrive, I conquer and crush, just a weak foundation we're forced the quintessential secret, is imperical, logical, we in dangerous times. This last verse is dedicated to enlighten the mind. Final value in space. I believe that's part of the problem. The solution is that we hold God accountable to counsel us, because you said we ain't perfect then I question perfection is the lessen we should accept is that our values do not equal perfection? So if I happen to select the notion I shouldn't value perfection. What's the connection with you, your essences and calls which is a flaw if you observe to be perfect, perfection is called. You must haev seen your spirit evolve. But that's wrong because you don't belong in time. Perfection is expected so I percieve that you are running out of time, so the rest of us have yet to see it, because the rest of us will achieve this revolution with or without you like Thomas I doubt you left it up to us to value democracy, blatant hypocrisy if it's more than you and corporations I don't trust. Anarchy is a must because of you I have selected my value, and that's enough."
Hell yeah, man. I am proud to have that in my soundtrack.
7:56pm Adam just walked up and volunteered me some money. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit. Thanks a lot. Some change. Whoa, he even gave me a dollar bill.
Pretty girl who serenaded me
9:52pm I had an awesome productive day spreading my word.
Beautiful presentation with that girl earlier. She told me I really inspired her. She told me I had told her what she needed to hear. I had her hypnotiozed the whole way through. Whole Odyssey and everything.
10:01pm I'm wrapping it up for the night. I'm walking to my camp at the Cascade Community Center. I love my little spot. Every town I go in I have a nice spot.
10:02pm What am I saying? It's Friday night. The night is still young and there's still crowds of people. I need to post up again somewhere. Ah, I'm too tired.
10:28pm I just walked to camp.
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