I think I just got hired to ‘work’ a deeply unstabe bullshit job in the middle of nowhere in one of the thickest jungle portions of the island. The place is a literal shed… but with air conditioning and he said soon wifi. Ill be officially working only a few hours a day… Dont think its enough to feed myself… so… lets just say if I got a van and that much freetime… the islands feral chicken population is going bye bye, as well as any clean water source where fish can be nettee fast.
This job is such a bad idea. So many warnings signs screaming no. If I get the title to a van, I can convert it to a camper for when this thing must, and certainly will collapse. Hypothetically, maybe a night shift somewhere. I dunno.
Might be off starting monday, in the belly of the beast. You have no clue how big this shield wall of miles of sheer continious cliff is. Its on the rsiny side to boot… it’s gonna rain none stop. Goats, horses, and chickens everywhere. Moyby not horses, might of been a donkey. Also… other end of the road… a hawaiian seperatist compound. Google sucks at giving directions… made me long for the dirty looks of the chinese women… dead end road, me wearing my old army PT shirt… all white and shit… fantastic neighborhood.
What’s the cost difference between buying a cargo van and outfitting it yourself, vs just buying a camper van. My guess—and maybe you just have a lot of time to kill and know-how—but it’d be cheaper to buy the camper, if they’re common there. If it was me, I could easily outfit a cargo van. I’d piss out the window, get a propane bottle, and just put a mattress on the floor. And it would suck, compared to the alternative. It seems to me that for the price difference of two leisurely weeks, you can sit on a fucking flush toilet, have running water, a real bed, an extended roof and back, to stand, some bucket seats, maybe a microwave, plug in power, shit like that. (A home). And if you were to do all that yourself, not only would it take more than a few weeks to install, you know, cutting the roof off and installing propane and water tanks and shit takes time, but it’d probably cost more too. This is just my guess. In any case, have fun constructing your home.
They are not cheap here, thanks to that asshole who decided to buy everyone’s clunkers for no good reason… the president.
Anyway, its much more frought with risk and danger this way. Yes… perhaps living in a tarp taco is wiser… but like… this just smells like difficulty for my biographers to wrap their heads around. Anything I can do to make their lives miserable once I am gone, Im all for it. They probably will get half my ideas wrong anyway… this is just some stunning obstruction of sanity on my part. It has all the elements of a scene in the satyricon to it. Cynic cant help to be lured to such possibilities. Hawaii… Chapter 2
There is neither a bridge nor a river. Just like… texas chainsaw massacre property Im stuck guarding… they dont even need a fucking guard… they are plotting on eating the white guy I think.
What you want is an old bus, they are way bigger [usually cheaper too]. There used to be some hippies over here who had that, I knew loads of them, then the govt thought; jeez we cant have people living cheaply, so they made new laws to make it too expensive [after beating the crap out of men, women and children etc].
Maybe now you have a better idea of what you are dealing with .
I was raised like a Spartan in the decadance years of Sparta, where they were largely outnumbered by dirt-poor slaves who hated them deeply. Don’t you feel like you are from another world when you are in the thick of it? But maybe not, maybe soldiering shows one settings equally or more traumatically “different.”
On of the guys who rent storage on the site asked who I was… I said security… he laughed really hard… I thought he would need hospitalization from the convulsions… he said it was fucking retarded.
I like… agree with him.
I don’t know… this like, doesn’t make sense. It was a hurricane drizzle the last weekend every night to morning. I’ll miss my tarp. Just got out of the jacuzzi, and am hanging out in a cabana bar here in the jungle… looks very nice. This mountain cliff… I keep looking at it. Climbers won’t touch it cause the rocks are like mud, will collapse under you. Like a sheer cliff the size of a new york sky scrapper. Maye taller. I think Im going to end up dying trying to scale it.
Man… like, this sucks. Walls. Bed. Walls. Fucking… just like… walls. Fucking psychotic. Four of them.
Man… internet is empty of interesting.
I used to have to walk like… half an hour if I had to poop, and then a hour and a half to shower in a cold shower. Add time from 20 minutes to another for internet and charging my battery. And what if wanted to read in the internetless library? Or eat somewhere cheap?
Now… food, internet, electricity, shower with warm water and toilet is all here. Just fucking retarded. No wonder why there are so many nihilist and fat fucks in this world.
Walls. Like… I can’t even feel the wind. I can’t see the sky. No rain tonight either… which is unusual.
Just sucking. Suck suck suck.
Someone do something interesting. Fuck. It’s only 8 at night. Just fucking walls where I keep trying to put my legs. And the bed is three mattresses, no box… molding to me in a jello sea.
I don’t think everyone here realizes how pointless and pathetic and cowardly their live is. Always hiding in walls. It’s the root affliction in the soul of man… he lives in walls. It’s the undiagnosed disease. I feel so weird right now.
I’m supposed to be masturbating right now or something I guess. It’s what wall people do. Look at a wall, beat off, grow old, have a heart attack and die. I bet these people work in walls too. Wall to wall birth through death. Then a coffin with little walls and a immobile lid. Buried deep. No light, but nor are you allowed to be alone… a mile large grid of others trapped like you a few feet away. walls walls walls
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