Along time ago I used to keep journals, and then I went insane and kept writing the same things over and over again. Incoherant gobbbledeegoop.
It was because of my Aids theory.
You see I used to live in the east village of Manhattan on a burned out block. That junkies were lining up on to score their heroin. Nowadays it's a nice block, a tennament apartment with a toilet in the hall could fetch $2500. Anyway back when I first lived there I lived next door to John.
He was gay and a participant of the hepatitus B program,which gave guys like John HIV/Aids. John eventually got a 501 jeans commercial and went on a European holiday with the proceeds. He knew he had Aids but always practised unsafe sexual behaviors. Never telling anyone he was infected.
He took as many men down with him as he could, alot.
I never slept with him although he told me how,"clean" he was.
I used to be a dancer back in the 1980's. I only got to dance at three
earth mass liturgies at the Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine. That's where they bring in the animals to be blessed. Also I was taking ballet lessons around town,and I couldn't understand why Baryshnikov would go out of his way to hurt me. Obviously I was no threat to his carreer.
I saw his ghost oneday and it said,"You have enemies..."
I saw the spirit of Leslie Browne saying,"Get the message.Die of Aids!"
So I thought maybe their spreading Aids, I thought the government was holding the planet hostage, I thought the telephone lines were wiretapped. It made me paranoid.
I had a dream I was running in the country side, and a spaceship almost ran me over. I ducked and ran. I found a shack and went inside.
There were people inside dieing of Aids. They said they were spreading it in the water.
Then in real life I went insanely paranoid at the very idea.
