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Return of the jEFF

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I am back after quite a hiatus. Mostly i haven't posted in awhile because i have found myself with little-to-nothing to say. That happens to the best of us from time to time. And, that doesn't mean that something is wrong, it just means there is nothing left to say.

However, mike and james posted something today that i feel like talking about. The Personality Disorder Test.

I decided to take that test myself. Oh yeah, quite an interesting little endeavor. This test is the worst type of test to take, because it doesn't really tell you if you have a personality disorder. It more tells you what you think you might have, what other's think you have, or what you think you have subconsciously.

Mostly, when a GOOD psychologist wants to determine whether you have some sort of disorder, they ask you questions, but those questionaires are often more subtle then: Do you tend to avoid social relationships?

Basically, if a person suspects that they have social anxiety disorder, or something close to that, more than likely they will answer yes to this question because it will give them gratification when it turns out that they do...according to this test. [example of Positive Reinforcment & Behaviorism] And it doesn't have to be conscious thought. Subconsciously, a person can think they have SAD, most probably by other's comments, and as a result, may answer "Yes" to this question.

If i wanted to get a high rating on Antisocial, i would easily know to answer yes to that question above. It should be harder to know that in a psychology tests.

Now here are the interesting results to my taking the test:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

Now, here is the thing. Anybody can replicate my results by clicking "No" on all the questions, or virtually all. Also, there are only two options, "Yes" and "No". Ohhh, we are breaking the limits now aren't we!?

As you can see by my test, i have moderate Schizotypal. Hahaha...

Now here is their definition of Schizotypal:
Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.


Okay, now that is somewhat accurate of what schizotypal is. However, i looked over the questions on that little test. As far as i can tell, there was only one or two questions that had anything to do with schizotypal. That is HARDLY a good indicator of schizotypal disorder. And here is another thing: "The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving..."

Hmm...odd, i thought creative thinkers, writers, innovators, scientists, astronomers, sociologists, psychologists, mathematicians, artists, musicians, playwrites, script writers (probably not the ones who wrote MI:2), people who work at Target (okay, bad example), professors, political analysts, and the list goes on and on.

In the end, i wouldn't be surprised if this test was created by some two-bit psychologist who wanted to get more patients by making them think they had some disorder, which would make them seek out psychological help.

Anyway, i am tired of this ranting...later.

Oh, and what i've written does not necessarily apply to mike or james...its more just general stuff.

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Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Very High
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Very High
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

ha ha. funny.

I am Homo Sapiens Sapiens... I am a wild beast.....

I am a an animal of sophistication. I walk erect and proud. I eat on a table and with metal tools. All my meals are properly prepaired for me. I often engage in dignified conversation at supper time; I love a good spot of tea in the afternoon. I drive an automobile to get around. I never excrete where I am not supposed to. I am sure to sweep everything ugly under the rug. .... What took place last night, I should not say, but I must tell you anyway.... Maybe it was the air yesterday, maybe it was when I decided to walk barefoot in the grass and look at the clouds. Maybe it was reading Sartre's The Reprieve and hearing again and again and knowing and feeling and crying at the reality of WAR... I know what war is.. but do you ?... billions of us, Homo Sapeins Sapiens, us, dignified, sophisticated, proud and erect creatures... we are the sole possesors of language, we are the inventors... what do you do with langauge ???.. we make harsh words at one another... what do you invent? Weapons of death and destruction... We KIll and we slaughter and we attack and destory; all the while talking of Jesus and the golden rule... I must have had enough frightful anger in me yesterday, when I looked outside for a second and found in the sky a billion dreamy stars. I felt an animal magnetism there.. the stars, primeaval furnaces of creation, they called to me, beconed me to join them in a fiery night of life and death and rebirth...I found myself weak to fight them, they are dizzying in number and hypnotic in appearance, the only things that our devilish hands may never chance to cover with the filth of our bodys defication... I grabbed a sleeping bag and went out into the lawn to watch the stars. I thought I might sleep there in the warm summer night... I stared at the stars and after a moment I felt strangeness around me, in me, near me... I hurt for better or for worse and scolded the damnd killers and rapists and murdering bastards who make life so horrid a thing. I watched a single star, everything else disappeared, that single star was lighting the universe and dancing around, swimming in the sky. I thought it odd, stars are not supposed to move around, and where had the rest of the universe gone ?..The thought had only begun to take form when I twitched and finally a little pin inside me popped. I stripped my clothes off completely, stood there, white flesh bare in the night. The cold wrapped it's dreary arms around my legs, scared my penise up inside me, and poured into my lungs. I beat my chest and Howled to the moon, all thought vanished and I began to run. I crushed the moist salady earth under my feat as my leg muscles contracted fiercly. My heart began to thunder mightely and my lungs to burn with frozen air. I ran right through a dense thicket of bushes and shrubs. The underbrush tore at my skin and for the first time in my life, I could smell blood. It is sweet and musty like an old book covered with honey. My body looked like a ghost, white flesh looming in the black torpor of the night. I suddenly stopped and stooped down low. My prey was near, I could hear it thrashing about, sniffing and snooting like an angry mule. I grolwed and cried like a lion, saliva dripping from my fangs. The prey began to run, I could hear it take off through the bushes. I chased after it, leaping and tearing over logs and through dense shrubs. It was not long that I found myself leaping over a fence and into a yard. I spotted my prey, no longer running, it looked back at me with yellow glowing eyes and began to growl and bark.I fealt my heart clench and my vision focused perfectly as the beast charged at me with its white fangs exposed. At that moment my body began to move with encridble speed, like an instinct or a reflex, I leaped high into the air and the fuming beast ran right under me. I turned as I lept, knowing somehow where to look, and came down on the beasts back. I gripped my prey tightly in my arms squeezing with all my might. I bit it hard and fiercly in the leg, it pathetically yelped and clawed and squirmed. I had captured the beast, my prey, the monster in me... I looked into it's eyes and began to cry, I could no longer hold it still. The beast ran away and I covered in scraps and cuts naked and cold, wet, tired and hungry, Wondered where I was, how I had got there... how to get home.. I am a modern Human Being, Homo Sapiens Sapiens. I walk tall erect and proud. We alone have the gift of langauge, we are the inventors,.... what do you use langauge for ?.. To make harsh words at others... What do you invent?.. Weapons of destruction, for killing innocent people... I hated the killers the rapists and the murdering bastards.. I hated them and found inside me a savage killing beast.. How can I hate if I am any less a monster ?

My personality

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	High
Schizotypal:	Very High
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Very High
Narcissistic:	Very High
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

this is my problem, my " unicorn ", so to speak.
batteries, monkies, and squash.

DAMNIT.

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what is this? an eye? who could it belong to? obviously it seems a bit endearing. maybe a mother to be. maybe a school girl. maybe a little boy with a pet dog off to go to the waterfront to pick up sea shells!


or maybe a young woman just on the verge of realizing the troubles of reality. we could help her out! guide her along the path to salvation and jesus - and make sure everything goes a-ok with her. then it could be an adolescent boy with the world in his eyes, and a book in his hand - ready to greet the world head-on!


oh the possibilities. or maybe an old man with wisdom to bestow upon us all - with stories of the way things were, and the war, and a bunch of other stuff that starts with the letter " W " - oh the great things. or maybe a grandmother - with cookies in jars and fingers to pinch our cheeks and make them sore. with that odd grandmotherly smell of feet. that'd be great. I want cookies.


oh dear. anger. this person is angry. i wonder what about. maybe about taxes. or about the absense of God in the schools. or maybe about the pollution of the oceans and how little fishies die from oil slicks. or maybe they're anarchists. ooOoooh, horrible anarchists. always breaking windows and spray painting things like " CUNT " and " FUCK YOU " on brick walls. just a bunch of teenagers who dont have any direction. they'll see...


OH MY JESUS! A NAZI! BURN IT BURN IT! DAMN THE NAZIS! EVIL EVIL EVIL! KILL IT! HORRIBLE DAY! I LOOKED AT A NAZI! OH MY DEAR LORD, FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE SINNED! OOOH! WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD POST A NAZI ON THE BOARD! DONT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID TO THE JEWS! THOSE DIRTY NAZIS! THEY'RE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL! I MUST GO WASH MY EYES OUT WITH LYESOL! I HAVE BEEN TAINTED! I CAN ALREADY FEEL THEIR NAZI WAYS SEEPING INTO MY BLOOD!


... oh. it's a rainforest protestor! whee! save the rainforest! if the government isn't doing anything about protecting mother earth, SOMEONE has to! Go get'em team! Make the world a better place! Show them that we need to treat the world good! Recycle everyone! And dont waste food, there are starving children in other countries who have no food at all! Maybe they should protest starvation too! DOWN WITH STARVATION! Help the homeless! Protect the innocent!



sorry. I was bored.

I wake up at 11.11am

another day has begun. I take a shower. like I've taken a shower yesterday. I brush my teeth - much as I had yesterday. I look into my sink and do not find an ant. I had placed an ant in the sink yesterday. someone must have flushed him down. I feel sad. I shrug it off. after all - it was just an ant I had placed in the sink. Slowly making my way back to my room I realize I had music on last night. I hear it playing in the background. I know the lyrics. I remember that if you play music in the background when you're asleep that you'll know the lyrics to it. I laugh. not really a laugh, just a shrug-of-a-laugh. I wonder what day today is. I get to the computer / I look at the taskbar / oh wow - look paw, it's Sunday. Everyone is at church praying for forgiveness for kicking that sick dog, sucking off that old man for 45$, for hitting that young man in their BMW and not stopping for assistance. Pray away your sins. where was I? Oh. I got to the computer.

" its just begun ... its just begun ... its just begun ... "

so chants the lyrics of the song. I sit here for a moment. looking at myself from above. wondering if all the things in my head are seriously even existing - if what I'm thinking right now has a validity to it that I can " count on " and I laugh. Then I think that's all I've done since I woke up is laughing. I laugh too much. at too many different things.

so I check my email :

Service Problem
The Address Book server is currently undergoing maintenance. Please try again later.

(Service Problem WM0042)


great. oh well.
I go to the board. mike has been ranting some. funny. I laugh. maybe the three of us are cynics. but fuck that. who cares for being dubbed cynics. Bonnie compliments Mike. Bonnie doesnt seem to understand the board is not for compilments. I hate compliments. and I hate my associates being complimented. It's a disease. A superficial manner of communication. It has no substance.

and then out of the blue - people IM me.
three at a time. I close each window.
I pay no attention.

I went to browse the internet / hoping this time not to run into anything abstract as clown pornography. And then I ran into Impartial Philosophy -- which I didnt read much of / but did browse through. Interesting in the least. A fly buzzes by. I laugh. I dont know why, but I did. I move on looking for something interesting.

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there wasnt much left. so I figured I'd have some fun with google.
I searched for " Animals are Dumb " - and then hit "I feel lucky!"
this is what I got in return.
cute. I then searched for " today death slow many " and got the slow death of the fast breeder - and laughed some more. man oh man. today is a good laughing day.

so i searched up some more random words that came to mind :
yellow circles pain
burning oink eternal
slime self sea

ok. enough of that.
and enough of this.

Did you know, when a fist hit's you in the face there are little flashes of light like stars in the night sky ?.."To those I know who won't know me"

Fifteen minutes ago I was bleeding on the ground a few blocks from my house. I picked myself up and walked home, when I looked in the mirror I noticed a few big swolen red spots , I hope they will turn into purple spots by tomorrow.... "How did this happin ?" you might ask. I will tell you.

10:00 P.M. Mike is at Rachel's house with Rachel and Stephany, when Mike notices Stephany reading a magazine...
11:00 P.M. Mike is still thinking about how perfect the people in that magazine look, and how imperfect an attempt Stephany/Rachel have made at looking like them...
11:30 P.M. Mike arrives home, by this time he is red with anger at the media centered world of perfect images and perfect dreams. He can no longer stand all of the suffering he has had to endure in his life because it has always been anything but those perfect images he saw on television and heard about in fairy tales. "This is why I no longer watch TV /listen to popular music/ read fiction/ play video games..."
12:00 A.M. Mike started to feel an intense need to go for a walk and try to restore his normal ability to sweat off the fact that the world is nothing like what most people pretend it is.

I went for that walk. As I was walking around late in the night I was thinking to myself.... I used to find myself crying on the floor, unable to move, pearced with pain and suffering, crying on the floor. It used to happin at random times during the week, sometimes several times a week. I couldn't help the feeling of desparation and loss, my world was constantly attacking me, hiding the secret to making it perfect. I hated everyone I knew, they were imperfect, they did everything wrong and obviously tried to make themselves lose. I had no reason to like anyone or anything... Once I was riding the Red-Line subway in boston, as i left the subway and made my way back to the apartment I was living in, I heard someone playing "Dust in the Wind" By the time I had walked back to the apartment I was a blubbering mass of tears. I hurt very badly at that time... Why ?... Because I am supposed to be special, I am supposed to be a rock star, I am supposed to be everything great, and you have told me so. Everyone has told me so, I see it in the eyes. I know that the world would like me better, you would like me better, If I were a great amazing star. I know it because you tell me so when instead of talking about our lives, you talk about the latest great song, the latest great movie, the latest great book..You tell me when you think we should all get together and spend time hanging out with a thousand other people who want to get a glimpse of a star, who you want to know... when all you want to do is look at other things and other people and other places..I am supposed to be rich, because that is what you want from me.. I am supposed to be everything great and amazing, because that is what you told me... I have to drive the greatest car, because that is what you told me when you wouldn't date me.... when you laughed at me and turned away because I didn't have the money..I am supposed to wear the greatest style, because that is what you want, everyone perfect like the models in a magazine... You want to be like them, no one wants to be like me... you want to talk,dress and act like them... you never want to be like me... I am supposed to be the greatest most amazing thing, because that is what you want from me... Well I hate to tell you this, Those stars dont love you, I do... Those stars don't care for you, I do.. those stars don't know you, I DO...Those models don't cry when you call them names or tell them you don't like them, I do... those stars aren't your neighbor/friend/lover/son/brother..... I AM !!! And I hate not being everything you want..... And I thought about it more and more... Finally I snapped and in one flash I felt a sharp pain, a dull thud as my fist fell flat against my face... you know that sound of fists pounding flesh you hear in movies like "Fight Club" ?.. well that is exactly what it sounds like...When they tell you there are stars, I am telling you there are.... everything goes black for a second and all you see are some small stars set against the inside of yoru skull... The pain was a sudden thing, but, before I knew what i was doing It came like a thunder "Thud, Thud, Thud..." And over and over like the fast beating of a perfect drum I struck myself with tight fists. I didn't feel any pain, I was numb... I just kept seeing stars and hearing flesh being pounded... I felt my pulse increase, and a large release of adrenaline into my system. My senses picked up and I felt as though I could fight like a lion. I hurled myself against a wall, threw my body around and around smashing my arms/legs/face/back into the ground.... I stood up to catch my breath, and the hot air exhailed from my ostirls excited me..."Thud, Thud, Thud..." More beating of that drumm..."stars, stars,..." Finally I collapsed into a wretched pile of beaten flesh... I lauged out loud and stood up..."Time to go home......"

Everything works in theory..................

If you are willing to ignore enough facts, everything works in theory. If you are willing to say that some minor deviation is nothing more than a random and therefore unimportant difference, everything works in theory. If you close your eyes long enough, everything works in theory. If you don't take to time to care, everything works in theory. If you ignore the fact that most people who have served a prison sentance leave only to commit more hanouse crimes, prisons work in theory. If you are willing to ignore the fact that teachers are underpaid, that the school slowly deprives students of more and more rights, that the people you know everywhere stand in lines at the ring of a bell, education for free people works in theory.If you don't take the time to watch your attention span drift into nothingness, make you less apt to read and therefore less apt to learn anything counter to what your governemnts education system tells you, television as something good for entertaining works in theory. If you are willing to close your eyes everytime you suffer from emotional starvation because everything is wraped in plastic, the modern world works in theory. If you are willing to ignore that nearly 80% of the things you put into your body can be shown to have strong negative affects on your health, and that natural food products can not be shown to have these affects, the FDA works in theory. If you ignore that drugs were brought in larg quantities to this country in order to supress the black cival rights movement, everything works in theory......... And so ON and SO ON AAND SO ON ! !!! .....

The City and a big grin........... This is good stuff guys...

William Charles stared coldly into the tinted window of his black limmo. Billy Charles stared back from the cold reflective surface. He was darker, nearer than anyone else to William, but he was darker. William Charles asked repeatedly "Who is Billy Charles ?" and Billy responded contemporanously "Who is William Charles ?". Knowing they were getting nowhere, Billy and William smiled at eachother and laughed at the lunacy which sat before them. William relaxed into his seat, took a drink of a dry martini he had been nursing for the last twenty minutes, and looked back to the window. This time Billy appeared for just a second, blinked his eyes, looked right past William and faded into a flurry of passing lights and windows. William blinked his eyes a few more times, they were dry and irritated because William has been awake for more than two hundred fourty six hours. He has had an endless stream of concousness, the last four days have somehow managed to contain enough time for William to have aged four thousand years. William gazed out upon the city, one hundred thousand gigantic monsters stood before him perfectly in line. He was afraid of these monsters, they were increadible, like giant redwood trees. Each monster had a body greater in size than all the mountains and was made from millions of tons of concrete and steel. Each shot into the sky like a spear, pearcing the clowds and poisoning the heavens. Billy loved these monsters, to him, they were power and money. The monsters had billions of roots which ripped deap into the earth. Some were specialized for only certian chemicals, others, for pure electricity. The creaters sucked thousand of gallons of the cleanest water from the ground, and replaced it with putrid filthy waist. The creaters would each eat innumerable many gallons of fossel fuel a day, just to regulate body temperature. The creatures sucked electricty from the surrounding earth, leaving it lifeless and decayed. Billy laughed at his friends the monsters and at the sime time William laughed in frantic horror.....................................

my random website viewing for today ... is rather odd.
it began by running into this website / where I was faced with an odd concept of clown pornography. Sure all my concepts of top-hat wearing women in diapers getting fucked to classical music pornography were odd but clown pornography? From there - I went to a website which seeming was against clown pornography ( who would think there would be a " www.stoptophatwomenindiapersgettingfuckedtoclassicalmusicpornnow.com website? ) --- anywho -- from there i was tossed to another clown website which tried overly too much to be " scary " - I didnt find him to be anything close to such. but then - from the same site which was against clown pornograhy ( by the way - I believe that when you're against something you should probably not put links up to the things you are against - as for me / when they wanted to ' stamp out ' clown pornography, all their links did was made me curious / go to them / and then be slightly... confused. almost angry as well. I could have thought up clown pornography and made MILLIONS ... bastards beat me to the punch ) --- where was I? oh yes.

Dr. Ducky DooLittle. A horrible rendition of a woman with semi-large breasts and a thing for catering to the hedonistic pleasures of all that is " fetish land ". But I ask you this...


does a woman in a tie not look hot?

heh. moving on from the world of clowns - i was almost persuaded to go offline since nobody was online yapping at my ass - and nothing else was entertaining. so I went to livejournal.com in hopes of running into journals of interest - or more websites to browse.

After a whole total of 20minutes I havent found anything that grabs my eyes. It seems most women have an affinity for the word " PIXIE " which is really getting on my nerves. Every other girl is pixie this, pixie that. And pink. Pink and pixies. women need to start getting more ... diverse.

...
jeez. nothing is entertaining.
i think i'll actually post/publish this now.
feh.

i don't have anything constructive to post. rarely do i ever.

so, this past week i have rediscovered bush. a band which i haven't listened to in many a year. now i'm downloading all their old songs.

also, i've discovered 'experimental' german bands. i can't spell the one james told me download. but i did. good stuff.

i shaved. i miss my go-T. sigh. i'll also be getting my haircut sometime. it's halfway down my back. it will be sad. i'll cry. but i'll sell my hair. oh yeah.

so, i was in my room the other day reading 'slapstick' (read it) and i noticed my... what is it? high school diploma... that's it. anyway, i picked it up and i didn't think anything of it. i just kinda tossed across my room and concentrated on the punk on my turntable. it was black flag by the way.

I think i'll get my learner's permit soon. i should. i need it.

Hey guys-

Its been too long, and I expect it to be again. This has been my first day off in.. . I don't even know how many days. I am officially the only person in my house with a steady job. I'm sure you all can imagine the stress of suddenly having a family and responsibilities dropped on you out of the blue. I'm also in school full time (5 more weeks till I'm a certified EMT!!!), working 50+ hours a week, and I recently completed med training. I suggest you all hide your elderly and crazy from me, as I can and will drug them all up. Yes.


Okay. I'm not so intellectual as Mike {who, by the way, you could not pay me to fuck}, so I won't be so long as he is.

I am not sure how, but this morning {or at least it was morning for me, I had just woken up} I didn't notice the emial from my old man that james posted on the board ... So I confronted him about it "while he was furiously raging at the Playstation for so sneakily making games ummm, what is the word?, not absolutely simple like a child would want ?".. and he says "Yeah, I fucking sent the emial. I got somtin to tell those little sneaky bastards with their long hair and goofy clothes @@!" .. wow.. I am impressed, he was able to decipher the meaning of the words "click here" ... congratulations pop ! ... I wish I could say that he is an alcoholic so that his unusually colorful language and apparent lack of concern for personal heigene could be explained. This is not the case however, he is as sober as you and I.... I hope james stickes the man on here, then we can all hear about the nazi-satanist conservatives who are trying every day to destroy the world.... WHOOO... freeky non-alcaholic who acts like one...

you're wondering " what the hell ? "
i'll say this.

Imagine what would be if Jeff and his uber cousin, Makahanaloa, joined forces to fight all that was evil in the world... side by side?



yes. now you understand, dont you?

if you'll notice - two new buttons.

I ordered my Eternal Life rings today! Get yours today! There is no time to waste today! I've already become a 13-year-old hermaphrodite only after hours of wear of my Eternal Life rings I bought today!

http://www.alexchiu.com

He r0x0rz!!1!!!!!11111
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real good stuff. a definate priceless find. it was difficult to read from the tears of laughter clouding my eyes. BAHAH!



BAHAAHAAAA!

oh my. i have to go lie down now.

HEHE I have a geat word for everyone ..... WHaRG ... so wharg it was and all the people stood in a moment of silence when suddenly a great wharg came from the croud...

WHAAARG !! ................. hehe .. My mouse is cool. Lately it has been doing it's own thing. Even as I am typing my mouse is just scurrying around the screen. It wanders this way and that way, sometimes it even disappears completely. Cute little mouse that it is..... !~!

you know.... WHAT ??

mitchwholesome: hey-so i go on online-in somethingawful.com-but i didnt, i typed in somethignawful.com---and yea, it get this shit---look at it-its weird...its like a CULT page...

mitchwholesome: http://www.somethignawful.com

... Immortality device? .. umm...



and after reading what this guy thinks about " God " -- better yet, his " philosophy " on " God " I have one thing to say...

this is why Pi was a bad movie

ha.

....
I'm sorry :
You should give money to the homeless. No one chooses to be poor. People end up being poor. You are a lot better off than them. So if you see a homeless asking you for a quarter or two, give. Its just a way of saying "Hello". You must have the correct manner.

and Only Alex Chiu has the solution to a unified world, unless you can think of a better one.

this person will be shot down. I plan to do it. systematically. and it will take a long time.

egg salad.
back to sleep I go.