seattle public library, parasym agents aside

ambiguity regarding whether or not i may be deceased, and why, when this is received, encourages me to be systematic in how this letter is organized-- it seems most important to include things that may concern the most people, common to myself, and move from there to strictly individual complaints.
it is apparent to me that myself and the people around me are receiving information nonverbally, in code, in a manner such as that different people are led to produce different narratives.  this is, in other words, the part of "united we stand, divided we fall" that may be concerning to anyone who remembers reciting this during the pledge of allegiance.   the most detail i can afford to provide in the context of the first paragraph is this:  construction workers around seattle, at construction sites downtown and in capitol hill, are doing their jobs "musically," striking nails with hammers and using other equipment to various rhythms, most cocerning to me being in cadences corresponding to "the hokey pokey," in minor key, as it plays along in my head.   because the hokey pokey is a classic children's song, usually in major key, and involves the identification of pitch with the limbs and appendages and "whole bodies" of children singing the song, or dancing to it, it makes a terrific map for childhood neuroanatomical wiring of anyone singing or dancing to it.  minor keys, being essentially a major key transposed 5 semitones below the major root, correspond to more ominous emotional harmony. so, you have a children's song playing in my head in a minor key, construction workers banging rhythms in time to the cadence, some speculation as to the utility of the tune, and two more points-- i receive information from the rhythms, answers to questions as well as demands for behavior, and also feel my body being manipulated by the sounds.   the use of sound to manipulate a body from various locations in space can be hypothesized here:  the midbrain, specifically the pons and superior colliculi, bring together sounds from both ears, and, given the location of the motor cortex and cerebellum to the midbrain*, if one is in an environment where a signal is present in the frequencies of stimuli, and one is not "afraid" to (or otherwise incentivised) to explore it, the cortex will map to the signal as it is able using pre-existing wiring.  So, sound gets in from outside and provides a way to "hack" the nervous system above the auditory processing but  below the cortex, by means of common mapping of cortex to whatever environment one is coming from to the new environment, in this case one containing signals prescribed differentially to citizens of Seattle as they go about their day.  The radial nature of sound distribution and the variation of the terrain of a city (being limited by mostly flat surfaces easy for acoustic mapping) make tracking a persons behavior and influencing it a simpler "problem" than  in the case of "natural terrain" with less flat surfaces.    Because of the specificity of explicit language and the generality of emotional behavior in groups, using individuals as 'key' players (in an activity as so-hypothesized) to coordinate the construction of thought from generally sampled group behavior would be "ideal."
* at this point a person hit me with their purse while I was typing, in an instance of the kind of distraction I face regularly while attempting to point out my growing and, for me, deeply uncomfortable to fathom, understanding of this situation.
Last night I went to sleep in a doorway near I-5 in Capitol Hill, after a day of wandering around feeling everything from excitement, sadness, shared and unshared fear and joy, but mostly frustration, thinking about these issues.  The sensation of being puppeted or manipulated by the sounds of vehicles and persons being, for me, very intrusive, I was relieved as a series of vehicles and people passed by me as I lay on my back in the doorway, and as a signal between my left eye and my cerebellum accompanied each sound (engines, crunches of ice under tires, people, anything loud enough and ascribed enough character to be included) as tension released from my jaw and neck.  The feeling of having acquired a way to use what attention I had for temporary (or better) relief from what I can describe as torture, inhumane, violatory of Nuremburg and Helsinki International agreements regarding the use of science and human beings, occasionally led to tears.  When I began to cry, a man with a German accenrt began to make sputtering noises-- this, other people sharing my emotions with hostile or directed responses, being partt of a pattern contributing to my formation of the above hypothesis.
My tolerance for pain has been beyond what I understand to be typical for most Americans, and the concern regarding a division between and within citizens of the United States (and the world, for all I know) is well in account of this.
 So, in the case I am dead before anyone reads this, it doesn't matter, and in the case that  I am dead and people read this, I hope it hasn't been significantly edited because I don't have enough money to print or copy or mail it, and in that case, proceed here:  Less than four years ago I was a student at the university of washington, acquainted personally with the wife of the C.E.O. of Starbuck's, and because I don't really know who else to point at who "matters enough" to look to for more information about the "who or why" of all this, I would start there and ask about donations to local organizations, fundraising and keynote speeches, bicycles, Alex MacCready, and me.
Also, NBD, SPD, Capitol Hill, WA, the people who eat and serve at community lunch at Central Lutheran Church, and the changes in these items over the last five years, would be good places to find useful information regarding all this.
If I'm not dead, which I sincerely hope not to be, I have a phone issued by the DSHS on Cherry St, but i can't remember the number now.
Here is as pastebin from the last time I used a computer to write anything regarding these matters:

http://pastebin.com/4RVpZ50N