As much as possible, never visit Toronto (Canada) [: At approximately 3:45 PM, I exited the cursed guesthouse at 16 Willison Square, Toronto (Ontario), M5T 1E8, Canada Phone: +14167039988:
this completely wretched scumhole excuse for a guesthouse set the stage for the worst trip of my entire life anywhere. The staff barely speaks any English; I think they are all illegal Chinese immigrants. I also discovered blood stains on my sheets on my final night but was too exhausted from the stress of the theft (see below) to complain. The corpulent, smelly man who checked me in--via their front hall which doubles as their office--encouraged me to park my car for $40 in the enclosed parking garage at 280 Spadina Avenue, next door. I purchased said weekly pass, and 4 days later--when I was due to fly the next day--I dropped my Harvard backpack off in my rental car at 3:50 pm (yes the middle of the day in broad daylight). I left it in my Hyundai Tucson on the floor of the front passenger seating area.
I then exited the vehicle--making sure all my windows were up and clicking the remote locks alarm-- and walked outside to Spadina Avenue, and then to Queen Street. I decided against staying longer for any more walking / potentially a snack at a store and returned to the parking garage and my car. When I returned at approximately 4:25 PM, I clicked the alarm and got inside. To my utter shock and dismay, I felt the shards of shattered glass and saw that the front passenger window had been smashed open. It took me another 30 seconds to realize that my bag had been stolen. Apparently they did it quickly, as several items that were laying about including some sunglasses were left unscathed.
I filed a police report with the Toronto police, who are apparently too busy to respond in person to such crimes??, and not surprisingly nothing has come of it. I have traveled to Toronto at least 6 times since 2014; I can guarantee that said trip will be my last one there ever if I can help it. Final points: I've traveled to innumerable countries, including urban areas and developing countries with statistically far more crime than Toronto, and I have never had anything stolen from a car I was driving andor in which I was a passenger. Somewhat flippantly, one wonders if the most likely drug addict andor Chinese mafia-connected villain is a bibliophile, as among the possessions that they stole included: a rare copy of Le Petit Prince from my prep school days and a copy of Love and Life, a literary collection that I authored.
It's even harder to comprehend how this can correlate to my motto and way of life of "being more pleasurable TAO," as I have gone out of my way to share and spread good vibes, including via giving to charity and honest business people, including everyday on this trip. It is beyond me how such a crime could have occurred to me in such a supposedly safe? city in the middle of the afternoon. ], Fort Jackson (South Carolina), Virginia Beach (Virginia), Negril (Jamaica), Clarendon (Jamaica),
Mandeville (Jamaica), Tokyo (Japan), Miami / [Actually as of writing, Fort Lauderdale—during thus trip, thus far, at least—is still one of the worst cities (but arguably the best in the entire US, sadly since this reassessment hinges mainly on the fact that I
managed to enjoy pleasurable PADF coitus in a gorgeous healthy swinger wife whore celebrity which has been followed by approximately 1 grand in wasted cash for vile wasteful filth including hotel rooms with broken toilets and showers; it’s pure hell! Imagine if it weren’t for the shitty evil COVID-19 hysteria, I could have and should have been in Curaçao instead! Satan is obviously in control of this horror called human life. Fortunately, we will all be dead very soon!)].
(Florida), StPetersburg (Florida), The Cayman Islands [irony], goddamned nyc [hoax or no hoax new york shit city is easily the worst place that i have ever been forced to live in at length due to my horrible family and even worse hell of other people, worst of all those who have compelled me to waste my money andor energy on fruitless, painful red-herring crap--more power to practicing moneyfree living], or camping grounds of North Shore Oahu (Hawai'i); more SQNologically, never visit painful places; never stay in a hostel; never park in an enclosed public parking garage with graffiti, be chauffeured like PADF Mark Zuckerberg PADF as much as possible!!
As much as possible, only stay at Hedonism II in Jamaica, Norwalk (Connecticut), and/or equivalently pleasurable locations.
managed to enjoy pleasurable PADF coitus in a gorgeous healthy swinger wife whore celebrity which has been followed by approximately 1 grand in wasted cash for vile wasteful filth including hotel rooms with broken toilets and showers; it’s pure hell! Imagine if it weren’t for the shitty evil COVID-19 hysteria, I could have and should have been in Curaçao instead! Satan is obviously in control of this horror called human life. Fortunately, we will all be dead very soon!)].
(Florida), StPetersburg (Florida), The Cayman Islands [irony], goddamned nyc [hoax or no hoax new york shit city is easily the worst place that i have ever been forced to live in at length due to my horrible family and even worse hell of other people, worst of all those who have compelled me to waste my money andor energy on fruitless, painful red-herring crap--more power to practicing moneyfree living], or camping grounds of North Shore Oahu (Hawai'i); more SQNologically, never visit painful places; never stay in a hostel; never park in an enclosed public parking garage with graffiti, be chauffeured like PADF Mark Zuckerberg PADF as much as possible!!
As much as possible, only stay at Hedonism II in Jamaica, Norwalk (Connecticut), and/or equivalently pleasurable locations.
Every source of pleasure (even the basic necessities? Such as nutrition) has set me up for frustrations and pain for the most part. There really is no hope. And then when I have been wise / logical enough to avoid interpersonal interactions as much as possible, I have been attacked by goddamned family and my own horrible human instincts to waste time, money and energy fruitlessly and excessively being around other people. I am so ashamed for having talked to so many useless female whores in vain. I only really wish that I had been born in Curacao and grown up there as a healthy normal person. Assuming and taking the perspective of a goddamned male, at least, due to Campo Alegre, my libido would never have been allowed to torture me as much as it has thus far; moreover, in line with that, goddamned capitalism would have been kept in check as a questionable means to pleasurable ends—not an end within itself (as it easily transforms into in goddamned america jamaica and similar money worshipping thieving realms of hell). As if all of this weren’t bad enough, my goddamned parents combined with evil elitist manipulative forces, inc goddamned prep for prep, forced me to live in goddamned nyc—arguably the worst place in the entire developed world, especially in the ghettos were I have been cursed to live and sleep for the most part—with its largely unbearable weather and disgusting people, everywhere you turn / on average every 6 feet, including stinky filthy lowlife bums who don’t even have the basic common sense and motivation to move to somewhere warm and commit suicide in the sea / at least bathe in the ocean regularly and live as Ciboneys would on the beach in bathing suits / surf shorts (as I plan on doing); I mean how despicable. And they brainwashed me with useless shit excuses for education; I mean if I had practiced being a proficient waterman (including fisherman) instead of all of the time that I wasted like a goddamned fruitcake studying Shakespeare and other useless trash and worst of all practicing fruity sports such as wrestling, there is no doubt that I would at least be a successful PADF healthy heterosexual male living in virtually any realm of tropical paradise. But thanks to my shit parents and disharmonious capitalist influences etc., instead at approximately 40 years old, I am cursed to regret my entire life and seek my liberation ASAP while rotting away in goddamned nyc!!??
ReplyDeleteIf anyone reads this trashy desperate rant, please learn from my mistakes and curses, especially if you have any power / free will to avoid them, and thus live a decent life with a relatively high level of well-being.
Coeducational PF harmony
Schwab PF cash account increasing again.
so much so that something, if only a diamond in the rough, may emerge and be profitable / viable in some way (perhaps even conventionally—speaking of conventional success, my new __ profitable and sustainable investments PF :) Coeducational Dispute of Value!
It’s been tough here, including ongoing challenges for me since a tragic August of 2019 but I try to focus on my motto: PADF being lucky, pleasurable, healthy, and harmonious more than all ones; currently, at least my health is good—per my recent doctor checkup—per said motto.
ReplyDeleteCan you (/ we / I) break through that wall of death, you think?
That almost infinitely consuming space meets barrier / between our beating hearts living bodies with our conscious and unconscious minds /
And of those
Past
Gone
Dead
Can you ( / we / I) break through that wall of death, you think?
If I ask the right questions and the universe provides the (clear) viable (achievable) answers, Can you ( / we / I) break through that wall of death, you think?
Is my mother’s spirit just hovering about or is it more like the ohm that we / I might connect most strongly (viably, immediately) to via meditation?
Can you (/ we / I) break through that wall of death, you think?
Does it even matter?
Is it even wise to try, even if one could?
Is it all merely predetermined anyway and all our thoughts and deeds merely flow from given celestial to interpersonal conditions?
Whatever the answers are, I feel like some time symmetric resonance (effect) is underway, merging the thoughts, desires, actions, and behaviors of my past 21 years into almost one simple liaison (au francais like a natural flowing completion from one word to the next)
Speaking of the French, even if I extend the analogy to the past 21 years to one of a single page or book—like my copy of Camus’ The Plague that I found after the desperate rummaging through old possessions that correlated to another unexpected find and this quote: Reversegangbangs PADF in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position—
Is the connection between now and my life in 1999 any different from the connection between thumb and my forefinger pressing against the wall of my cursed prison-like hellish room of goddamned brooklyn, from the perspective of the universe(s) / multiverse(s)?
Isn’t it all just one huge flowing connected whole—including past, present, and future?
Whatever it is at the deepest, most Einsteinian, thus most genius PADF, most viscerally true PADF and most enlightening PADF level: it all feels connected, and—somewhat disappointingly—on often very vulgar, trite, and banal (even boring) levels.
For me, regrets included, it’s merely / mostly a product of the frustrated terror of my libido and those interconnected beyond mine and the arguably predetermined yearning for Soulagement—thus harmony?—which depending on how one (at least from the male perspective) manages one’s penis, sperm, and money—thus ideally hermitic moneyfree coitus surfins daily—can prove gloriously successful andor cursed.
Alas, this goddamned coronavirus hell—speaking of plagues—has systematically attacked the well-being of so many (including my own) of late that, as death approaches again and perhaps directly for me (ie my death), I embrace my increasingly precious life and resonance polemicizing and fighting back against painful terrors that cannot erase the greatest cures PADF greatest rewards PADF for PADF me PADF reversegangbangs vaganus reversegangbangs greatest harmonies PADF and thus Campo Alegre PADF in Curaçao (well at least for the time being and hopefully if philosophical PF veritas PADF persists there will always be some expression of the greatest cures PADF greatest rewards PADF for PADF me PADF reversegangbangs vaganus reversegangbangs greatest harmonies PADF vaganus period!!)