The poor man in Hard Rock Hotel. If it rains hard. Well. It will be awful. The Quarter is partially shut down. I heard a injured man say that the woman had a husband and next thing, then gone. He thinks that it will be all torn down. He was a senior man with white gauze tapped to the top of his head. I remember him from my construction days. But, I didn't want to say. He might be in shock.
Lot of stores closed. I had to check, due to all night transportation. Even went to Frenchman, but, didn't see a retail, yet. Just bars. Still have a lil more time on pass. Hmmm
Coming back was awful. Buses scattered. No street car. Awful.
I hope it doesn't rain hard, like I said. That man can't be alive, though. Although has been 2 days and a half. Maybe. But, if the sheetrock and wood gets soaked, it will collapse more.
Wish I was working, and could give the wife waiting, financial help.
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, IT TOLLS FOR. . .
Need to job search by foot. But, the hotel in the city collapsed. Maybe, . . .
Still one dead body stuck there. And one missing.
The sky is falling.
It takes 4 hours to charge the phone, for less than a day.
Saw FD inspectors. Uh oh
Only thing I see is a lot of military jobs. I thought that might start, due to the space programs. So walking around. And applying direct, on line.
Someone is linking, that Crowley is like that movie where the psychiatrist helps a kid that sees ghost. Only, to find out that he himself one, at the end. How sad.
The Aleister Crowley link, maybe doing me good. Let's see.
I never realized, how much I have acquired in permanent links. One link, that I thought was cute, had the pin snapped in two. Someone black, but, cute female.
Another LINK, was my fault, an old link from way long ago. It was a link with a real demon. That one should be cleared, also. Had to do with eyes. A lot of people I knew, looked at me w evil eyes, then started chatting normally. Interesting. Used, his eyes for that link.
Plus, a few afterwards.
Also, saw an Tarot card in the ether, Had a red carpet coming from it w something thrown on it.
I am going to be so alone.
If I was Aleister Crowley, I'd be writing another book, about the law 777.
Come to think of it w Aleister. What happened to the train derailment.
He changed his name, at 20. I think I did at 23.
Whomever, called Nemo, Son of Sam, is too funny, too funny. All over a dog.
Possession, is 9\10ths of the law.
Well, maybe should wash a lil sweater. This weekend I might be like little Nicky.
Yesterday. Walked all over Harahan, in hell. So, many closed. Had lil list. Checked on computer. One is hiring, for an out of state co./here. Lets see. Tomorrow by foot again. Let's see.
You know what, I forgot that the Dawn uses that gate thing. Only, Aliester was so dramatic. OPEN THE GATES, he Aleister commanded. Truthfully, I already, had done that. Of course with very little theatrics. Oh, and last night, I did something, that I hadn't seen in a while. The thumb between, the two next fingers. The phallus symbol. Been a long time.
Tomorrow. Bought some cheap pick up pills.
C'mon Aliester, give!
Well, no Southern job yet. Although, my free reading, from a good channel, said the alignment meant that things would turn around. Prior being no fault of own. Looks in depth.
Never was into numerology, some of that to. Numbers being 9, 4, 16.
What was Freud's number 4.
Well, at least the heat is suppose to go down. I am the only idiot walking around out there on the crunchy grass, looking for work.
Maybe, Crowley gate thing is dissipating. Or next step. Or a co incidence.
And, if only I could go back to New York. Never without a job. And, live in a Gambino apt. Not that nice, but, always had a job.