I Fuck All The Time

I don't understand all these prerequisites for love, like a job or car or house. They only love me based upon money? That seems more like a business deal than love. But I guess our society has degraded relationships down to pimps and hoes. Sometimes I feel the splitting and breaking of my heart and I laugh, because I know the small people like me feel the same way, and we're all falling apart. Lol, and when the guy at the bottom of the pyramid falls, so do all the people above. If I am the crumbling foundation of society then grab your pipe because we're in for a power structure shift, a chaotic painful regime change. And not the calm productive Obama kind of change. Shit just aint working out.

I need some vagina bailout.

Hope

Hope is just a bullshit holding pattern.

Isolate Point of Observation

Decode reality, foundation upon which we pretend this is all real to build consciousness. We are always consciousness and change the rules as we go. The answer within silent because it's all possibilities. Mind creating constructs, chatter, games projected into frequencies. Her body is invisible, but she lives, prime reality is vibrational holograms. Walls and furniture in my head, your brain too collectively are programmed to decode the vibrational frequencies.

Accepting implants block consciousness. Conspiracies of Reptilians are mad scary real, and is manipulation to prevent us from understanding the world. Five sense conspiracy, damn Reptilian overlord media hypnosis controlling left brain reality.

Demon Hunter Notes

Pentagon of blood they draw

Katrina 9/11 Oklahoma city last episode of cheers

Entity N titty
Cherry Flavored
Do you think the entities know the realastate property line, I mean, how do they know where to haunt?
What happens if you subdivide the property?

There's all sorts of mystical schools perhaps you've heard of The Accult or the Occult but have you heard of the Ecult the Icult the Ucult they're all very secretive I dare not speak of them

Its like something pulsing

Each time we help someone I feel like I'm one step closer to finding the truth.

Can we turn the lights on?

Reptilians are mad scary.

Presence feel it

Thought my eyes were playing a trick on me

Whoa it hit me right away I just got hit in the head and the gut right away
By some ... Force ...
Oh god now it hit me in the balls

Stay out

Really sick in my stomach

Banging sounds and then sex sounds

Slow Economy

I haven't had paid work since before Xmas.

People ask what I've been up to and honestly I don't know. I mean on one hand I'm not getting paid for all these side projects I'm juggling, which drift in and out of my schedule, same old same old. But not really, I'm no longer feeling confident about any of my work, and how many of these art projects are actually going to lead to something. In a few centuries all my efforts will be chewing gum on the bottom of a shoe, if I'm fortunate. I work my mind into anxiety paralysis and question my ability to do any work.

You just work like this. You go ask for a job, then you show up, do something, then collect a check. In theory, that's the way it's supposed to work. But the people who cut the checks don't have money. Staying positive becomes crucial at this point, as inertia from negative self dialogue errodes hope.

I guess I'll just keep doing what I've always done, make stuff. Maybe come up with a 2012 survival plan.

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Measure Mints

Measure Mints: Quantum candy for your consciousness. Popularity system of averages can now collect informative data directly from anti-matter. Tiny mints have micro-crystals which pass through the blood stream and onto your shadow self living in the backwards universe! Super yummy!

Popularity is the nations most popular measurement system on average! Don't get caught in a candyless vacuum! Eat Measure Mints every chance you get, science demands it!!!

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The Intuition Technology Of CrashForce

They are sometimes known as CrashForce. Kids who aren't really kids but extraterrestrials who are genetically identicle except they don't age and they have superpowers.

When the spaceship crashed, and the children driving it were drunk, they landed on Ancient Earth during the dinosaur age. There were super advanced shape shifting Reptilians, who captured and stole the children's Intuition Technology, and froze the children in a pod deep underground.

Thousands of years later, during construction of a deep underground corporate facility, for The Apparatus, the pod was discovered. The children were kept secret, so The Apparatus could conduct research on them.

Remote viewers, indigo children, psychics and telepaths, fishing in The Sea of The Overmind, psychonaughtical mapping of A interdimension matrix, which of course is merely a subset of something much greater, stumble upon the location of the children, and give them information from above ground.

Stunted crashforce children struggle to reclaim genetically erased pathways in the cerebral cortex to fully access The Overmind Gateways and use 100% of their brains.

The shape shifting Reptilians, who look just like us, discover the children have escaped the freezer pod and go to war with The Apparatus. During the battle some of CrashForce escapes. There's lots of chaos and some of the children who escape have to go back later to rescue the ones left behind.

The escaped CrashForce children split up to hide, some try to blend into normal society, others hide out in the wilderness. They stay in contact on encrypted telepathic channels. The Reptilians are trying to tap into and read their minds or messages to find them.

The Reptilians also use Grey Aliens to cause trouble to draw out and find some of the CrashForce. Lots of fighting ensues.

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SuperBowl Sunday

It has been discussed that cooking out steaks would be too heavy and one big meal, and I would rather eat the whole game.

K2 communications, knock on wood, shave and a haircut, let's sit down, I see crazy stuff everywhere.

Where do I go when I get this deep inside my head? It's a totally different place, and a different way of being.

Be different, but not really really different. Different in the accepted expected ways, few are able to open up to interdimensional concepts, but then eventually all this parallel
Universe stuff will become normal, and people will hang out with the higher beings on the couch sharing blue ray movies.

Ate too much. I watch superbowl for commercials, I saw 3D on the HD. The weather was so fucking fart ass warm, sunny bright bicycling day, perfect to grill, hotdogs, braughtwurzt, burgers, vegetable kabob, chicken wings... I was passing out from over eating. I love food, the game was eh, but the food was fucking great!

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Figurescraft

UFO warning, we are wide open for penetration. Our airspace is being invaded by unknown somethings, seen by military, the apparatus, and documented.

Free culture, freedom of ideas, rent culture. Spread ideas, remixed digitally, colored in peace, spoken by pirates, creating not consuming, potentially. Finish what someone says the way you want to, photoshop history.

Astreroids are eventually going to fall. There's so much chaos happening in space. In 1969 the mutual UFO network started. Volunteers investigate and report sightings. Seeing ships, figures, abductions, contactee interaction, documentary evidence, ask a scientist who invented anti-gravity, get followed on the way home, missing time. Evidence of entities, and knowledge of star systems, protein stains, implants, fit within a statistical anomoly. We as human beings have some power.

Peggy Sue has psychic premonitions.

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Bite My Dust

The tide has started to ebb, just as it reached its highest point. Bright rays of sunlight cut the melting ice like lasers. The cult of Snuggie reminds me one size fits all, but I've done some personal growths, my soul got larger. I used to hang my coat by its hood now I use that inner string thing they sew on the back collar.

I'm seriously considering buying bulk food for emergency situations. I wonder what food I'm eating during superbowl.

I've been playing with designs, but nothing is exciting me. Ever since the holidays, I've been in a far less productive phase. Although I never give myself enough credit. I spent hours on something I'm not happy with now, it was an idea I had to work out, and now instead of a feeling of accomplishment I have a mix of tired disappointment and self loathing. Problamata XXX as Aristotle called it, the unhappy meloncholy which drives me to create.

We are third dimensional beings who learn our lessons in time and space.

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Got Ice?

My back is sore from shoveling ice, on the sidewalk and driveway. It zapped my energy. It broke up and plowed kinds easy, I think because I waited till the warmest part of the day. The ice was heavy though, and I had to get real low to scoop it up. I got really anal with getting the concrete super clean ice free zen garden style. But that was really the only activity I've had all day.
Spending some time getting caught up on Lost so when I watch Lost tonight I'm not so lost.
Outside there's a cool orange light stripe with dark purple clouds. There's no camera in the iPod touch, which is a big draw back with me. But I will get a better camera phone next upgrade with my Verizon Wireless. I think it's stupid there isn't an iPhone for Verizon, that's a big fuck up in my opinion.

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RAMjet

Disclaimer : descriptions of subatomic brain reactions may induce vomiting.

"Yes, I Agree to terms of services."

In once time, sticky sparked ignition: kids in a candy shop, new shoes, rappers, rock stars & runway models. Map the burn, maximize, Sally McDonalds millions of tiny happy customers.

"Keep the seeds & sacred seven alive past 2012."

"The hive mind will dissolve the concept of personal ownership anyways. The Photon Belt was beyond my comprehension doody cava blue jeans ago, today I see everything is related to the Photon Belt. We're in it."

The liquid core, sits green glowing electric soul, the tree, the orbs, the channels and tunnels, rip curls and pulls, fractalized into the overmatrix of existence.

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Tap Type On The Tiny Keys

It's like a tiny lttle instrument. I'm talking about my iPod touch again. Maybe it's just that new toy feeling, or all that advertising finally got to my head, or I'm already addicted to iPod touch.

Wrech to the pipe brick thumbs tap type.
I want a death bed blow job, until then plenty of green giants.
Calcium dot pineal gland constructor, scan for ESP.
Remote viewing simulcast various reality tunnels like tabs on a web browser.
There are moon bases on the dark side of the moon; the moon was once combined with earth, Tiamat, until our second sun Satan smashed shit up, binary system brown dwarf star style.

Now
I gotta go move some wooden shit.

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Enter The Ipod Touch

And now Im wifi semi mobile. The iPhone without the AT&T service plan. I've been playing with this all day, and now I got a pocket blogger thing going on. Another step towards the hive mind.

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