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B"H On the other side of street from the island was a parking lot, and I spot business enterprise up the street perpendicular to where I am sitting. I repeat here, that my ho meless status includes restraint to waste energy wandering to nowhere that held not eve n a slight interest to me. To divert my mind I invest my perceptions and deeper impression of the cognition wherefrom I derive the meaning of life, my delving into the space of internal expansio n uniquely, and simply contain myself in the flow of the environment in which I interact as I AM. Almost a rarity in these days and age, I found a pay phone near the coffee stand from whic h I established contact and knew it was only a matter of time . I must nullify motion to a bare minimum in order to achieve zero gravity, but the place was swarming with demons. I felt like a steel ball rolling around those wooden platforms that turn on axles with holes all along the surface, one jiggered reaction to emotional e mission of fear and I was done -for. That's the only reality in Modernville. I was writing a long runnin g narration about the times when I tripped on acid and rode around on busses; until overco me with paranoiac delusion, at which point I debarked. The sense of fear and many creative -imaginative areas of the brain beco me interspersed when exposed to medical Purple cannabis, and so, from within my mind sprouted the vine o f consciousness rolling into the abysmal time warp of inability to execute any speech that may bring reprieve. The imaginings cursing though the xyle ms nourishing this mysterious investigation sprung forth as waves of persecution; people in that town can nary live with the possibility of somebody sitting at a table for the length of time that I presumed my right ; so la tea doe. Acting sociable to passersby but repudiating the growlin g countenance of the proprietors, I couldn't have imagined what was to take place. Homo sapiens is a species at variance with nature, impaled by an inferiority complex, much more so when stripped of the soul; our co mmitment to human -kindness. In small towns, strangers are readily noticeable, and any weird behavior considered a security threat. In Paris, I was sitting around a couple hours in a coffee shop in quasi -intellectual pursuit, but in America drinking coffee in a bus station is forbidden by mores against lingering, you get a bus or get out of the station. My appearance lent to its definition as a Jewish nationalist, and perhaps my briefcase even aroused suspicion that it contained lethal weapons ; 55