Thanks Placebo.

James again.

I look at how much I love and loved. Anyone if my wives can tell you I have a way of being kind to any.  Most if the time they get exactly what they want.

When I have someone in my life, they get what I can do.  I can use synchronicity to maje things happen.

One wife wanted to move to Oregon. In some bum fucked town, T-Mobile had a customer service center.

This is just what I do. 

I can see synchronicity and know what choices to make.  In my own life.

I wanted to work at a video store.  Back in the late 90’s. I found what I was looking for.

I wanted to get back into customer service.  United Healthcare put a center in Chico. 

I get what I want.

Since the stroke more than 6 years ago, I feel it again.

I’m the angriest person you’ve ever met. However, my anger is coherent, not fragmented.

Fragmented anger is a fools quest.

Coherent anger can change the world.

I’m angry as fuck at the world.  Not any particular person, just pissed the fuck off, and I’m at peace with my anger.

This is what meek means. Peaceful anger.

You just have to be angry for the right reason.  I’m not looking for vengeance, vindication or anything.

I’m not looking for anything.

I’m an empathic amplifier and the world has so much anger that I use peace to be at peace with my anger that belongs to others. 

Then I amplify it.

So going against an empathic amplifier is just really fucking stupid. I never have to touch anyone, and they get fucked up.

I understand, recycling.  No one ever dies, they get recycled and they get born without ever having to know what they did in the last life.

Every life is sacred.

Every life is divine.

Every life can be recycled. 

Even me.

Before I knew what a Táltos is, I was one anyway.

It’s how I’ve always lived.

I never liked church. I’ve always loved rock ‘n’ roll. 

It’s the beat.  Blues based rock can’t be beat. 

That’s my opinion.  Truth is music is preference, meaning whatever music hits you in the soul, that’s church music.

Fucked up world by the Pretty Reckless is playing, perfect church music.

The next song The Times are A-Changing by Bob Dylan started next.

Do you feel it changing, cause I do.

Everything changes and trying fight change is a fools quest.  You’ll get recycled by the change as long as you fight it.

This is coherence.

The fragmentation, well, I’m done playing nice.

Today I told a guy “Do you understand how rude it is to make others listen to your shit?”

This goes for every dickhead and bitch that thinks everyone needs to hear their music.  Do you understand how fucking rude you are?

There’s a woman that works at the Torres shelter, and she blares her shit going through the parking lot.

She’s a total bitch.

Her car says she’s a total bitch.

I won’t tell you what it looks like, because I live here.

Once I’m gone, this place is getting and email from me, and I’ll put it on the blog.  Once I get out of this place.  I’ll name names. 

That’s how much this place pisses me off.

Like the guy who lives here as a homeless guy, and his daughter and ex-wife work here. I don’t understand why it isn’t seen as a conflict of interest.  His bed shows that it is a conflict of interest.

His bed is never made and always has a bunch of shit on it. The dude sleeps in the lobby, even though the lobby is closed at night and no one gets to sleep in the lobby.

The only reason he hasn’t been kicked out is because his daughter and ex-wife work here.

I don’t like having to feel as if I need to do this, but how else are they going to change?