Yesterday, I declared myself the President of OCCIPY. I did this, because for the last two months many members of OCCUPY went to Ken Kesey Square, put a OCCUPY scarf around the neck of Ken’s statue, and took a selfie. This is a religious observance – of a Dead Sky God! Somehow, if you are seen with the Dead Guy, then you movie closer to the inner sanctum were wait the Core Group to take you – higher! Ken had nothing to do with OCCUPY that is all over our media, and they invoke Ken’s name. This told me they were in need of A LEADER! I am their Leader! Now they can do things in my name, and I will react, while Ken will not react. Ken…..is dead. I am alive! I will give my underlings LIVING messages and instructions. They will even get written permission. We can joke, laugh, and do lunch. You can kiss my ass – and get a promotion! Churches have statues of dead saints that folks pray to. Save your prayers – for a good cause!
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Above is a photo of me taken in 1987. I am living in the Campus Quads three houses up from Serenity Lane on 16th. Avenue in Eugene Oregon. Two blocks away, on 15th. Ken Kesey has rented a house. Inside, thirteen University of Oregon students are co-authoring a book called, Caverns. My childhood friend invited me to the reading of this JOINT EFFORT when the project was complete. Nancy was present at my graduation from Serenity Lane. She invited me to ride on Further with Ken in the Eugene Celebration. Nancy gave me a backstage pass to a the Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, concert at Autzen Stadium. Ken met us at the ticket office, and he is checking me out. Nancy wants us to talk, but it is not happening. I know she has told Ken about me. She wants us to be friends. I was leary because I just got clean and sober…
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