the bay in july 2024
September 4, 2025
Here’s the text with the new footnote added and the numbers switched:
I thought I needed more time to release my digital 2024 collections, but the act of honest reflection has been critical to my recovery & understanding of what Lucifer has been guiding me to do.
Part of this was written while I was staying with a former friend, also a Luciferian, off of Piedmont Ave, which is nestled beside Oakland, CA. I was welcome as a guest to recover from the intensive psychological symptoms I was experiencing in San Antonio, TX, where I was living on Claremont Ave, in walking distance of Broadway which has countless food establishments that emit fumes from foods that trigger me (soy, gluten, oats, peanuts, more recently: sesame). I also was experiencing similar issues while off Piedmont Ave (many Asian food establishments), so I would escape in the morning to wherever, usually as a guest at the Google office on Spear St, where I would eat1, drink coffee or matcha, and sit around to write. Most of this was written at the office until my former partner (known as the trashcan of a man) came up from TX, where we were then homeless inside of his Prius2. The reason I chose to be homeless over living off Piedmont was due to the psychosis and insomnia I was experiencing by living there–I did gain some levels of improvement by being able to park anywhere, such as beside the Bay, in order to sleep peacefully.
While I am no longer affiliated with my former partner, he did inspire much of this manifesto by talking to me about his own upbringing and experiences growing up & living in Texas, which was both very different and similar to the types of arrogance I was brought up in. I did my best to not have as negative of a perception as he did, which is why I opted to write whenever we were apart. He made it clear he hated humanity. I do not.
This is about my life in the United States. This is about the San Francisco Bay Area. This is about cults that are being worshipped and killing people from my area, around the United States, and globally.
This is the month of July, 2024:
I — II — III — IV — V — VI — VII — VIII — IX — FIN
- 090725 While the food there was helpful to my recovery, I would have done better if they did not use so much seed oil, most notably, canola oil. I do not have severe reactions to it, but it does increase omega 6 and there is evidence it could be high in general contaminants that are inflammatory. I think the entire Google buildings staff could be more productive & healthy if they eliminated the excessive use of known inflammatory oils in the kitchen. A lot of people eat there, and it would only benefit and reduce the Google overhead if their staff were to be healthier. (note: it has been a year or so since I last ate there… I could only hope something has changed by now…)↩
- 090425 I would like to give a shoutout to the guy in Vallejo, CA, that Mr. Trashcan sold this Prius to. Vallejo homie came late… visibly high, and so was I, the sativa tincture was hitting… I was getting crazy cotton mouth… oh he knew… he asked if I smoked and we had some good conversation, which was difficult… due to the cotton mouth… Trash was being even more difficult about the price (there wasn’t even a catalytic converter in it..) and homie Vallejo pretended like he was on the phone with his girl who he claimed would give him 100 to send to him later that day. He never sent the 100. I knew that would happen. I let that happen. I wanted it to! ↩