Hey Weiner , ever eat a papaya king hot dog ?
not yet. I'll leave the porch light on.
so y'all know how there are stores with
different demographics
and diff products in em? like
pepperidge farms- realty does make
a soft backed choc chip macadamia
you have to make enough money, to b
able to buy in ur hood.
and don Francisco's, makes the best
flav called mocha java...
so basically, whitey takes care of whitey.
cause i can't get either, anymore. just
like butter pecan gets more facings
in the black areas and approximately not
many blacks, like chocolate. i mean it
is that much of a racial science... we
used to laugh, askin... oh... you're goin
to blablabla black neighborhood.
better grab more butter pecan.
and right now, every black guy
reading is goin- well, i like chocolate
and don't care for butter pecan.
yeah... well i like shit i can't get, too.
so as i travel... i see varying stages of
shock... ptsd in masses... and whitey
taking care of whitey.
i mean i used to live in that town and
it's actually, quite diverse, now.
money moved in. educations got better.
i went through Coachella- food for less.
a very brown, store/neighborhood. I'd
looked at some condos and 2600sf pool
homes for around 160. the midwest is laughing, but for cali... and 15,000sf- it's a good price. midwest is goin... meh... on xx acres, with a barn, pool, crik, pond one may fish from and shit one may shoot n eat.
lost, though. son, text.
no doubt, I'm a college, liberal.
so stores in areas with "better" people, still get shit, "we" can't get. nice.
doods, amzn still has 1000ct cases of nitril gloves!
home depot, doesn't. it's the last place i saw more than 5 pks and even 5pks, for
sale on shelves.
creamer... ur fav coffee... even bleach...
even with vinegar... whitey can still get it.
my people can't. we have whites. don't
we qualify? browns? yellows? blacks?
or just higher income demographics.
i haven't seen cat around. i hope she's
ok. i know I'm way behind, but i know
what her eyes see and was wondering about her locale n her shelves.
i did get a case of creamer
and i will only keep one.
i got two of my fav coffees... MINE!.
I'll donate the whatever blue ones i
have. fav coffee is subjective so ain't
slightin. ummm... bleach... I'll never
hear the end of it... keep one, give one.
g's money... wherever she saved it from.
very cool. y'all know what a human she
was, about the last dandelion, so i was
honestly, inspired. got stuffs from diff
stores, so at not to buy more than two,
from each demographic/area... trying to
hoard for my community, in a delicate,
manner, which is truly, a pain in the ass...
but it gives me a bigger picture, of an singular story, made of many parts ....
the bigger picture, so to speak so i
get better intel and can make better
informed, decisions because it's not
just ourselves we affect n infect, with
our words so if we're going to say
- chillax... or... BE CAREFUL... we'd
better be right because now we're
saying- i believe I'm right and what you
do with what we share... will affect,
or infect: EVERYONE they love. intel,
psyops... leading.... helping, without
breaking... it's 32psi. isn't it. it's why i
pump EVERYONE for intel, too... not
just past lives n current triumphs n
tribulations.... if a tsunami from Hawaii
is enroute to the American Pacific
coast... wouldn't a phone call be
appreciated. you like guests to call
ahead? helps, doesn't it... and with so
many optimists n hopeful, politicians...
i believe my panhandler, when he tells
me he can't pay his roadies because
atm's are limiting, weeks ago.
if my news said it... it wasn't as soon as
mr boots on the ground, told me...
it's like counter terrorism, isn't it...
feels like my news reporters and those
they place in the diopter, r terrorists, at
times. anyway, got some much needed
supplies and need to b off, to play
superhero. hey... it's nice work, if u
can get it. ssdi pay is shit, but the smiles
and tears... while awkward...
PRICELESS!
i believe every human, has a right to
creamer... regardless of color, or legal
status and i go to see that they do.
I'm wondering whether i shouldn't
glove up... i mean part of me wants to
hoard it because i suspect, two months
from now... they could use it, as trade
goods, but I'm not a sadist... I'll have to
give it up. i think they should baggy it
out.
so remember about my safety
precautions?
i go to walgreens: wrong kinda mask.
no gloves. single bag. no sick pen, no
autograph, this time.
doc's office- wrong mask? i forget, but
masked, only... no gloves... barehanded
a script, prolly signed with a sick pen, sich hand she just couched in and
watermarked, with droplets...
in and office of more than one, who all
entered, coughing and touching same
door handles, stall locks, toidy flushers
unless they have the invisible midget, behind the wall, peeking through that
peephole, like a place in france, I've
always wanted to go. heard about as a
kid; always wanted to go.
anyway, I'm lost, anyway so I'm off.
keep thinking of bill n ted: "be excellent
to each other and party on, doods".
but dood... ur mom really is hot, bill...