Me shit if you are reading this this blog is an emergency help call for someone who needs adderall and is an Occupier in New York for whatever year you find this I left my phone number

I mean last time I went off my pill and thus off my intellect I end up homeless in Williamsburg, Brooklyn and I'm a School of Visual Arts graduate so really I should be at work not at drawing on river street and using up the idea of marker artwork in Penm Station for a Hbo Little Nemo t.v. station that's fueled by Apple Computers technology and cameo connects vis The Weinstein Company. All I have to do is draw on a title card the casting for the day starting at 5am like when Bloomberg news goes off and I will have filmed by a famous director or one of 11 art schools including Columbia today's film school Tv or the programming rather of Hbo Little Nemo. And having gone to film school this is possible to make a short film a day and if this got as popular as protesting #Therepublicannationalconvention it could be a film school revolution through Hbo. No film school film gets wasted. And School of Visual Arts (my school) leading this. Maybe the era I had Tisch run it before I followed my heart and made it Svguessed ch of silver tiles is the bad luck that didn't lead my to my doctors. Because my biological father kicks me out in 08 I lose my precious archieve of notes of things Justine Russo and Lauren Russo said from Ri for my next book. And this was all like some alternate reality. I'd never have run out of cash for my Hells Kitchen apartment. Uh there's a glitch at the end of this writing please ignore that. But if I hadn't guessed that there was a Harvey Weinstein and my art school had me on art school t.v. that year of my thesis. While soundwaves painfully hit me 24/7 until I could only exist with a pose of hipster cool through jd and assume the money I spent on my thesis was going to be reimbursed. I made JtHm which I could have done for alot cheaper I'm a circa Prosumer package studio working professional who picked apart of town for his gf 07'. The year I turned 23 the number I always lived by. I thought i'd make my art school portfolio that year a series of films before Mfa at Sva and later Tisch when my roommates never told me why they kept reading my diary at the NewResidence at School of Visual Arts and why people across from my room 2223a1 on the 🎾 courts had photographed me. I even deleted up to January of Sva year in my LiveJournal.com/~forecastmazy which is something I would never do. But I guess really these people wern't making a t.v. show out of me and maybe deep down I wanted to be an art school Paris Hilton but I'm poor but maybe that is the only way you can be this. I didn't ask them that year I thought they'd approach me about it and I really did like them alot like they're the people you wait through the jocks for in high school and keep to yourself and your art to meet. Like the cool kids of art school. Please some producer buy my blogs up to now as a novel and pitch my life ideas to Hbo. But I had a girlfriend, anna, and i had to find an apartment in a preppy side of town to please her with 1900 a month rent, which should not have been a problem for me to pay with freelancing in the film industry. Of course there were no Ghosts that year of junior year at the School of Visual Arts. Me-I just struggle with this like why me for, this role in life, where my blog is my only Artistic save point! Why am I the one Democrat to be picked to enter a world the real Homeland security could be running called Ghost via the word Republican. Fuck me please blog don't reset now... I don't think I could reexplain our story the same way again