I am finally finished with the 501(c)(3) paperwork.
now, any donation my kitchen gets, is tax deductible as long as it is over 250 bucks. There is some technicality about donations of 100$, but I have not looked completely into that one yet.
I am going to begin contacting major food distributor corporations, asking for donations. Then, once we have the food, clothing and hygiene items we need, we are going to hand out fliers in inner city and government housing units, making the people aware of the food distribution, Sloppy 2nds, coming the next day.
Anyone who needs food or clothing, or soap or anything can come to our bus, and we will be giving out 10 grand worth of food and supplies on every mission. No proof of income necessary, just their word that they need our assistance.
I cannot fucking wait to do the first one.
I was just cooking a hot meal about once a week for homeless people, now I have moved on to bigger things. We will still continue to bring hot meals to the homeless, but now we will have the ability to do more than that.
My goal is to open a "drop-in center". Homeless and traveling people can come into my center, re-up on food items, warm clothing, sleeping bags, socks, toothbrushes... etc. and be on their way. I'm hoping to have a shelter there too, and a car that people can use to take their driving test. We will help people get their birth certificates and SS cards too. This is going to be awesome. It will cost about 150,000$$$ to open up the first one. I want to open 5 of these centers with the first one opening in 3 to 5 years.
So..... our paypal account will be set up VERY soon. If you or anyone you know would like to donate to this cause, please let me know. It's tax deductible..... do it!!!
This is a grassroots collective working to end hunger and poverty across the CUNTry. Everything that has taken place so far has been done by donations that members of my association have personally collected. We work our asses off. We do not profit from any of this.
It's so damn bad ass to finally see it all coming together. I've been working on creating this entity for 2 years now. I've been through a boyfriend, a broken down skool bus in the middle of winter on a commune in the snow for 6 months, the August heat in Grand Isle Louisiana, and months upon months of carrying hundreds of pounds of food for miles on end. Finally, I see grand results.
Life is good.
now, any donation my kitchen gets, is tax deductible as long as it is over 250 bucks. There is some technicality about donations of 100$, but I have not looked completely into that one yet.
I am going to begin contacting major food distributor corporations, asking for donations. Then, once we have the food, clothing and hygiene items we need, we are going to hand out fliers in inner city and government housing units, making the people aware of the food distribution, Sloppy 2nds, coming the next day.
Anyone who needs food or clothing, or soap or anything can come to our bus, and we will be giving out 10 grand worth of food and supplies on every mission. No proof of income necessary, just their word that they need our assistance.
I cannot fucking wait to do the first one.
I was just cooking a hot meal about once a week for homeless people, now I have moved on to bigger things. We will still continue to bring hot meals to the homeless, but now we will have the ability to do more than that.
My goal is to open a "drop-in center". Homeless and traveling people can come into my center, re-up on food items, warm clothing, sleeping bags, socks, toothbrushes... etc. and be on their way. I'm hoping to have a shelter there too, and a car that people can use to take their driving test. We will help people get their birth certificates and SS cards too. This is going to be awesome. It will cost about 150,000$$$ to open up the first one. I want to open 5 of these centers with the first one opening in 3 to 5 years.
So..... our paypal account will be set up VERY soon. If you or anyone you know would like to donate to this cause, please let me know. It's tax deductible..... do it!!!
This is a grassroots collective working to end hunger and poverty across the CUNTry. Everything that has taken place so far has been done by donations that members of my association have personally collected. We work our asses off. We do not profit from any of this.
It's so damn bad ass to finally see it all coming together. I've been working on creating this entity for 2 years now. I've been through a boyfriend, a broken down skool bus in the middle of winter on a commune in the snow for 6 months, the August heat in Grand Isle Louisiana, and months upon months of carrying hundreds of pounds of food for miles on end. Finally, I see grand results.
Life is good.
yaaarrrr! ahoy kids...
so it's late as fuck. just got back from the bar. GOD DAMN that was boring as fuck! absolutely hilarious too! The later it gets, the drunker and more stupid people become. it's insane. i got hit on by about... 3 OLD ass guys. White haired, business ownin, biker guys. "Do you like hot tubs?" was a pick up line i heard tonight. oh shit, that entertainment is priceless. Of course i like hot tubs. who the fuck doesn't? but the question is if i like hot tubs with old ass, greasy, horny old men. The answer to that one... nooooo! hell naw!
I hate the bible belt, the mentality here... it drives me crazy. fuck these people. I've got bigger ideas folks...
by the way... DID YOU SEE MY BUS ON ADULT SWIM???
so it's late as fuck. just got back from the bar. GOD DAMN that was boring as fuck! absolutely hilarious too! The later it gets, the drunker and more stupid people become. it's insane. i got hit on by about... 3 OLD ass guys. White haired, business ownin, biker guys. "Do you like hot tubs?" was a pick up line i heard tonight. oh shit, that entertainment is priceless. Of course i like hot tubs. who the fuck doesn't? but the question is if i like hot tubs with old ass, greasy, horny old men. The answer to that one... nooooo! hell naw!
I hate the bible belt, the mentality here... it drives me crazy. fuck these people. I've got bigger ideas folks...
by the way... DID YOU SEE MY BUS ON ADULT SWIM???
This little town is a succubus. Every day as I drive by the courthouse to get out of my house, another knife stabs me in the heart. Aggravation, such a vengeful bitch. If i wasn't so aggravated I would still have everything.
Self realization comes so swiftly, like a ton of bricks falling from the 13th floor. Gathering speed, pushing the air, creating wind, lands with a loud crash so intense my ear drums explode.
I'm seeing colors more intensely, smelling the slightest pungent odor from miles away, hearing birds chirp from space, feeling pain in people's hearts with my entire body. When I speak there is an echo, only it's not imagined this time. My voice echoes through 3 hollow rooms. 3 small boxes just as empty as my heart. There are a few things here, but not many.
I have food, so why am i starving? I am a vegetarian, so why do i crave blood? I am forever and always intimidating to most people I meet. I need to lower my demeanor. How? The wall I have been building around my heart was once made of mud. Now it stands to the sky and is constructed of the hardest carbide. I didn't want this for myself. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
Friends, splishy-splashy and always moving. My best friend is gone forever. The same road that leads to my doorstep is the road he is taking to escape from me. All of the roads are connected. They all go different ways, leading to everyone's own individual escape.In the end though, they are all the same. It's strange to think about it. I could draw a continuous line for 3,000 miles with chaulk on the road. When I close my eyes I see "stripe dot stripe dot stripe dot..." until the end of time. The road is so reliable, such a good friend. It always listens, never complains, and helps you get where you need to go in life. There are potholes along the way, construction, but it always stays strong, being repaired by people who care for it. I wish life was like the road. Normal life. Is there such a thing? Supposedly, i'm trying that out now, I have an apartment in Tennessee, I'm trying to find a job (impossible!) and "make something of my life." My only question now is, "Why does making something of my life mean to do the exact opposite of what I love, what I want to do?" Doesn't what I have to say mean anything at all? Happiness, being normal, these things should be in the eye of the beholder. My happiness is spontaneity, never knowing what's happening next.
Following the spaghetti bowl of these roads and tracks to a new tomorrow, a new place to wake up. Put my bus window down above my bed and awaken to a new beautiful place every day. Living with all of my best friends. Doing newspaper and radio interviews. Helping people who are hungry. Standing up to the police. If I don't do these things who the fuck is going to????? I know the answer to that. So do you.
Is it so hard for me to meet people because they are so scared of reality, that when they see me it is shocking to them? Unbelievable? Do these people just want to turn the other way and not look because if they do they might have to realize they are living a lie? It feels like that. A LOT. Everyday. I struggle so much in this apartment because I know it is not real. This is a facade. This is not me. Happy little home maker going to work and be a wage slave because I was told to do so. I am having such a difficult time here. I feel like when i walk around without my bus, when I go to the store, people look at me differently. Without my bus, I am not myself. People can't see what I am really about. I am so close to just saying fuck all this shit, picking up Dorothy, (the bus) and going back on the road. My babies need me but this is so difficult and fake. Doing these things to get them back is wrong to me. Why should I show them to do what you are told, not to follow your heart. I don't want to teach them that. I want my kids to know to do what you believe is right in all situations, never back down, be strong, to FIGHT all the wrong in this world with all the strength they can muster.
I guess I explained why to myself. I need to do this, to get them back, so I can teach them what I know. This is just so difficult and painful. The heaviest weight to carry in life is a broken heart. It's like I'm wearing lead shoes.
Self realization comes so swiftly, like a ton of bricks falling from the 13th floor. Gathering speed, pushing the air, creating wind, lands with a loud crash so intense my ear drums explode.
I'm seeing colors more intensely, smelling the slightest pungent odor from miles away, hearing birds chirp from space, feeling pain in people's hearts with my entire body. When I speak there is an echo, only it's not imagined this time. My voice echoes through 3 hollow rooms. 3 small boxes just as empty as my heart. There are a few things here, but not many.
I have food, so why am i starving? I am a vegetarian, so why do i crave blood? I am forever and always intimidating to most people I meet. I need to lower my demeanor. How? The wall I have been building around my heart was once made of mud. Now it stands to the sky and is constructed of the hardest carbide. I didn't want this for myself. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
Friends, splishy-splashy and always moving. My best friend is gone forever. The same road that leads to my doorstep is the road he is taking to escape from me. All of the roads are connected. They all go different ways, leading to everyone's own individual escape.In the end though, they are all the same. It's strange to think about it. I could draw a continuous line for 3,000 miles with chaulk on the road. When I close my eyes I see "stripe dot stripe dot stripe dot..." until the end of time. The road is so reliable, such a good friend. It always listens, never complains, and helps you get where you need to go in life. There are potholes along the way, construction, but it always stays strong, being repaired by people who care for it. I wish life was like the road. Normal life. Is there such a thing? Supposedly, i'm trying that out now, I have an apartment in Tennessee, I'm trying to find a job (impossible!) and "make something of my life." My only question now is, "Why does making something of my life mean to do the exact opposite of what I love, what I want to do?" Doesn't what I have to say mean anything at all? Happiness, being normal, these things should be in the eye of the beholder. My happiness is spontaneity, never knowing what's happening next.
Following the spaghetti bowl of these roads and tracks to a new tomorrow, a new place to wake up. Put my bus window down above my bed and awaken to a new beautiful place every day. Living with all of my best friends. Doing newspaper and radio interviews. Helping people who are hungry. Standing up to the police. If I don't do these things who the fuck is going to????? I know the answer to that. So do you.
Is it so hard for me to meet people because they are so scared of reality, that when they see me it is shocking to them? Unbelievable? Do these people just want to turn the other way and not look because if they do they might have to realize they are living a lie? It feels like that. A LOT. Everyday. I struggle so much in this apartment because I know it is not real. This is a facade. This is not me. Happy little home maker going to work and be a wage slave because I was told to do so. I am having such a difficult time here. I feel like when i walk around without my bus, when I go to the store, people look at me differently. Without my bus, I am not myself. People can't see what I am really about. I am so close to just saying fuck all this shit, picking up Dorothy, (the bus) and going back on the road. My babies need me but this is so difficult and fake. Doing these things to get them back is wrong to me. Why should I show them to do what you are told, not to follow your heart. I don't want to teach them that. I want my kids to know to do what you believe is right in all situations, never back down, be strong, to FIGHT all the wrong in this world with all the strength they can muster.
I guess I explained why to myself. I need to do this, to get them back, so I can teach them what I know. This is just so difficult and painful. The heaviest weight to carry in life is a broken heart. It's like I'm wearing lead shoes.
damn. it's hot in southern louisiana. i can't wait to find out what unfolds this winter.
soon, i will be resubmitting my junkyard bliss set. hope you like it. i shortened it, picked the best pics out of it.
enjoy.
it's summer time in the city.
i'm in downtown atlanta on a bit of a mission....
1st... We wanted to do a free feed. We still feed the homeless. That mission was Successful. We went down to Woodruff park in downtown Atl and cooked the food and handed it out on the streets.
dank ass vegetarian food. WE FED 125+ PEOPLE FOR FREE. Then, security decided they had a problem with us doing this. Apparently this is illegal. The reason for that is unclear. We told the cops we just had a family picnic, and our family was very large.
no one got any tickets. we hauled ass and disappeared.
2nd....to stop by adult swim, who produces and makes my favorite array of television shows that i never get to watch. So we did that and our bus and free food kitchen has been on adult swim the past 2 nights in a row as a bump. usually around midnight eastern. check that shit out.
so that is why we were in atlanta. Mission Accomplished.
Now we are headed to the gulf coast to clean up the oil THAT HAS NOT BEEN CLEANED UP. we are also making a "real news" movie on what is actually going on down there. more on that later when i have a link.
i am going to start doing live video feeds from the gulf starting in just a couple weeks on
www.myspace.com/freethefood
check that out too.
ive been doing good, there are 9 people, 2 dogs, a polydactyl hemingway cat, and a rat living on the bus right now. pictures coming soon.
i'm also going to be resubmitting my junkyard bliss set.
i'm also activly seeking out a new photographer to take a new set. i've got a FUCKING GREAT idea. let anyone know who has a NICE camera.
Apathy and myself are trying to figure out a way to do a set together.... i love that girl with all my heart.
ill try to check in more.
thanks for reading.
if you wanna check out the latest newspaper article on the bus, the link is
http://www.mountaineagle.com/view/full_story/8962630/article-Uncoventional-cooks-take-drive-through-Jasper?instance=main_article
i'm in downtown atlanta on a bit of a mission....
1st... We wanted to do a free feed. We still feed the homeless. That mission was Successful. We went down to Woodruff park in downtown Atl and cooked the food and handed it out on the streets.
dank ass vegetarian food. WE FED 125+ PEOPLE FOR FREE. Then, security decided they had a problem with us doing this. Apparently this is illegal. The reason for that is unclear. We told the cops we just had a family picnic, and our family was very large.
no one got any tickets. we hauled ass and disappeared.
2nd....to stop by adult swim, who produces and makes my favorite array of television shows that i never get to watch. So we did that and our bus and free food kitchen has been on adult swim the past 2 nights in a row as a bump. usually around midnight eastern. check that shit out.
so that is why we were in atlanta. Mission Accomplished.
Now we are headed to the gulf coast to clean up the oil THAT HAS NOT BEEN CLEANED UP. we are also making a "real news" movie on what is actually going on down there. more on that later when i have a link.
i am going to start doing live video feeds from the gulf starting in just a couple weeks on
www.myspace.com/freethefood
check that out too.
ive been doing good, there are 9 people, 2 dogs, a polydactyl hemingway cat, and a rat living on the bus right now. pictures coming soon.
i'm also going to be resubmitting my junkyard bliss set.
i'm also activly seeking out a new photographer to take a new set. i've got a FUCKING GREAT idea. let anyone know who has a NICE camera.
Apathy and myself are trying to figure out a way to do a set together.... i love that girl with all my heart.
ill try to check in more.
thanks for reading.
if you wanna check out the latest newspaper article on the bus, the link is
http://www.mountaineagle.com/view/full_story/8962630/article-Uncoventional-cooks-take-drive-through-Jasper?instance=main_article
The streets were cold this winter.
as i look out the window of my skool bus every morning, i see a small town of about 100 people from 3000 feet above sea level.
sky high or rock bottom? i should be the one to decide, but the swirls of confusion give me the feeling of a lapse.is this family?
police tasers sing a sweet tune into my back, sending beautiful energy down my spine... and for what? am i the enemy? are they afraid?
they could never handle me.
the things i see out here on a daily basis could make any horror movie writer cringe and hide for weeks rocking back and forth in the dark, under the sheets. intense.
the snow is deep, and my shoes are weak. the holes in the bottom invite snowflakes and slush to breed inside. are my feet still there? yes, somehow. hold them up to the woodstove, i don't notice they are burning until i smell human flesh... meat doesn't get cooked on this bus, what is that smell..... oh shit!
lockdown, locked up. same thing. freedom was something i longed to taste. the trees swaying in the wind are something i took for granted. i missed this. the outside world.
why lock up someone forsomething so trivial? i will never know.
it's getting close to the time where i stow away on a boat headed for the equator and jump off at the most attractive, secluded island and await my death from lack of fresh water. it's better than dying from oppression.
my free soul, i can't take that shit.
i'll try to check this more often, but i cant make any guarantees.
i lead a very complicated guerilla life.
xo
as i look out the window of my skool bus every morning, i see a small town of about 100 people from 3000 feet above sea level.
sky high or rock bottom? i should be the one to decide, but the swirls of confusion give me the feeling of a lapse.is this family?
police tasers sing a sweet tune into my back, sending beautiful energy down my spine... and for what? am i the enemy? are they afraid?
they could never handle me.
the things i see out here on a daily basis could make any horror movie writer cringe and hide for weeks rocking back and forth in the dark, under the sheets. intense.
the snow is deep, and my shoes are weak. the holes in the bottom invite snowflakes and slush to breed inside. are my feet still there? yes, somehow. hold them up to the woodstove, i don't notice they are burning until i smell human flesh... meat doesn't get cooked on this bus, what is that smell..... oh shit!
lockdown, locked up. same thing. freedom was something i longed to taste. the trees swaying in the wind are something i took for granted. i missed this. the outside world.
why lock up someone forsomething so trivial? i will never know.
it's getting close to the time where i stow away on a boat headed for the equator and jump off at the most attractive, secluded island and await my death from lack of fresh water. it's better than dying from oppression.
my free soul, i can't take that shit.
i'll try to check this more often, but i cant make any guarantees.
i lead a very complicated guerilla life.
xo
Beads of sweat are pouring down my face and body.
The air is hot, and very thin.
I'm carrying my body weight in food and cooking gear up and down a mountain sometimes 5 times a day, a mile one way.
that's the woods for ya.
The rainbow gathering is where i have been spending my time.
feeding my family for free.
My school bus, Dorothy, is enabling myself and my kitchen crew: Iris, Novel, Natalie & Jersey, to feed the homeless for free.
We are a grassroots anarchist cooperative run completely by donations.
I see money rarely.
We fed 150 people in Denver. BY OURSELVES.
be in a city near you at any moment, diggin' all up in your dumpsters.
we are a guerilla kitchen fighting on the front lines against food waste and hunger.
fuck yeah for doing something with your life.
by the way, if i got paid for my new photos coming up on september 2nd, that money would go to the cause.
help me out, i need your votes.
lovin you guys.
look out for each other, and help out your brother or sister, no matter what!
The air is hot, and very thin.
I'm carrying my body weight in food and cooking gear up and down a mountain sometimes 5 times a day, a mile one way.
that's the woods for ya.
The rainbow gathering is where i have been spending my time.
feeding my family for free.
My school bus, Dorothy, is enabling myself and my kitchen crew: Iris, Novel, Natalie & Jersey, to feed the homeless for free.
We are a grassroots anarchist cooperative run completely by donations.
I see money rarely.
We fed 150 people in Denver. BY OURSELVES.
be in a city near you at any moment, diggin' all up in your dumpsters.
we are a guerilla kitchen fighting on the front lines against food waste and hunger.
fuck yeah for doing something with your life.
by the way, if i got paid for my new photos coming up on september 2nd, that money would go to the cause.
help me out, i need your votes.
lovin you guys.
look out for each other, and help out your brother or sister, no matter what!
I just left the national rainbow gathering.
I lived there for almost 2 months building a free kitchen and getting a thick layer of protective woods dirt on my skin.
Our kitchen alone fed over 1000 people this year.
More on this later when my stomach settles down and I am again accustomed to returning to Babylon.
I lived there for almost 2 months building a free kitchen and getting a thick layer of protective woods dirt on my skin.
Our kitchen alone fed over 1000 people this year.
More on this later when my stomach settles down and I am again accustomed to returning to Babylon.
I've got some good news for you pin up loving kids!
New 4.20 themed set on the way!!
As you all know, I need your help goin' live on this one...
I know you will like this set as much as I enjoyed making it happen!
Here's a hint:
anyone buying any new glass? Come see me!
New 4.20 themed set on the way!!
As you all know, I need your help goin' live on this one...
I know you will like this set as much as I enjoyed making it happen!
Here's a hint:
anyone buying any new glass? Come see me!
it starts with a calm sky, chirping birds, fluffy clouds and smiling faces.
Knowing alleys better than streets will become rare but necessary knowledge.
pickin' up and collecting parts and pieces of things that are broken to have an impromptu army.
No telling the exact moment... there will be no "shot heard round the world".
it might be silent.
An accumulation of energy too powerful to ignore.
Collecting becomes easier. Everyone might be equal "off the record".
the realization of walking down a "public" roadway with a loaded machine gun balanced on your shoulder and pockets full of ammo.
Invisible lines will start to disappear--for real.
Sirens break the silence.
Sirens you've never heard before.
Sirens you never knew existed.
But at the exact moment the incessant high frequency begins, all other sounds end.
High altitudes will be almost exempt.
You could be one of the lucky ones to make it there, throughh all the madness.
The sound--meant to paralyze.
If you have half an unwashed brain you retain mobility.
People are reunited. Borders disappear.
Street drugs become currency.
Commandeering trains filled with stolen fuel for transportation.
If blood doesn't stain what sidewalk is left, something isn't right.
Landmines line the trail to the squat. Rabid dogs ready to bite... In more ways than one.
Never lose one of your own to the buried explosives.
These are the kids sent to aid in the transformation from life as "they" know it, to life as we have always known it.
365 days will just be scratches on an empty prisons walls.
" NO VISITORS" will be implied. Unwritten, unspoken guidelines to help you with your judgement.
A dead body in the path doesn't even slow a conversation.
Up & over.
Slurring words is consistant.
Maybe writing just to see my own handwriting.
Sitting on the summit of a mountain drinking tea, smoking pot.
My closet will finally open to narnia, only everyone that sucks is gone.
Knowing alleys better than streets will become rare but necessary knowledge.
pickin' up and collecting parts and pieces of things that are broken to have an impromptu army.
No telling the exact moment... there will be no "shot heard round the world".
it might be silent.
An accumulation of energy too powerful to ignore.
Collecting becomes easier. Everyone might be equal "off the record".
the realization of walking down a "public" roadway with a loaded machine gun balanced on your shoulder and pockets full of ammo.
Invisible lines will start to disappear--for real.
Sirens break the silence.
Sirens you've never heard before.
Sirens you never knew existed.
But at the exact moment the incessant high frequency begins, all other sounds end.
High altitudes will be almost exempt.
You could be one of the lucky ones to make it there, throughh all the madness.
The sound--meant to paralyze.
If you have half an unwashed brain you retain mobility.
People are reunited. Borders disappear.
Street drugs become currency.
Commandeering trains filled with stolen fuel for transportation.
If blood doesn't stain what sidewalk is left, something isn't right.
Landmines line the trail to the squat. Rabid dogs ready to bite... In more ways than one.
Never lose one of your own to the buried explosives.
These are the kids sent to aid in the transformation from life as "they" know it, to life as we have always known it.
365 days will just be scratches on an empty prisons walls.
" NO VISITORS" will be implied. Unwritten, unspoken guidelines to help you with your judgement.
A dead body in the path doesn't even slow a conversation.
Up & over.
Slurring words is consistant.
Maybe writing just to see my own handwriting.
Sitting on the summit of a mountain drinking tea, smoking pot.
My closet will finally open to narnia, only everyone that sucks is gone.
