Remembering my jeep, I drove on the streets of Santa Cruz, returning from a long stay in Reno, NV.  Like suspended animation, I tried to save every dollar, to be where I am now.  Spliced wires, electric shock having been taped into some outside line (alive) for power, reference to my jeep Cherokee, in the back, standing a tall rack mount safe, holding a high resolution flat screen monitor, above a anti skip DVD player, along with three SVHS record decks.  Everything remotely controlled with a Sony Clie.  Wires running into the racks side mounted stand audio board, from source, flowing out the surround sound stereo system, also sent to a pair of Sony MDR-V700 headphones used to divide music from the noise falling off the back up 5000 Watt nine horse powered generator, when needed.  Confined into a space the egoist went out a steel pipe, through the rear driver side wheel well.  Flawlessly recording out VHS tapes from a master DVD copy, to turnover and sell, my main source of income, to afford me priceless opportunities, to be allowed to travel freely, I sold 430 something, VHS tapes.  At this time I have not held a job in over a year.  I still had it made; I had everything I needed, except cable TV just local news, from the antenna on the roof.  This jeep was white in color with dark black tinted windows, gray leather interior, it all could be operated while I was driving.. breathing the heat and poisons from the electric gas powered generator, faint distant echoes, leaving the cities in trails of light.  Empty feelings, solitude, driving down these highways.  When everything was gone, lost in this moment, euphoria, running, the equipment that would records out [in real time] the video PSYCHOSiiS, as they know it.  I have no copyrights, not mass-produced, I brought out to you, not like anything you could rent or buy through all video retail chain stores nation wide.  I was falling, couldn’t go back, it didn’t end.  Why: I have Corrupted a society, all though I will never have what it is that I want.  This was a great summer, summer of 2002.  Sadly I became less, and less dependent on this vehicle, nowhere to store it, so I left it off a bad side street in Capitola, and it was stolen [reward] I filled out a police report with no word to this day.  I have fulfilled all of my goals, lived every one of my fantasies, what's next? 

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