It’s been an intense week of guerilla postings. I hit the hospital areas a few times. I posted in the neighborhood, hit Colfax three times. It takes a lot of work to give up my waste matter. I think the effort is giving my feet neuropathy. My bladder accumulates this sweet fluid that should be marketed as the next Kool Aid. I dare say I’m not gonna sample the urine. It’s as if I’m ■■■■■■■ on the telephone poles. There’s this current running through them. They are so interconnected. They exist above ground. People might wake up and see something unexpected. Posting is a ritualistic endeavor. I feel religious in these activities.
