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03:45 March 13th 
03:50 “please take the DNA test… that’s how we will know for certain” 
04:05 we’re really here having a whole ass non-time about type III civilizations and their  black hole manufacturing facilities and wow this Nerthus album really sells that, thank you! The industrial energy engineering of entities well beyond our comprehension [except for when they’re not!] and the sound that triggers a memory from… well, before they reformed aetos so one would forget everything, really. 
04:12 ‘The things we do not know for certain become every possible explanation existing simultaneously’ 
04:19 “you have access to all of the information in the universe” a continued slew of the Absolute 
04:21 a sudden juxtaposition, a specific Death Grips lyric, ‘out of these shadows, barrage’
04:23 a reminder from some minutes ago feels important to note, “CERN controls the internet” 
04:25 “‘black hole mfg’ is understandably a ‘words have two meanings’” 
04:26 “memories, of a silent-” …a silent giant, an entity I have spoken of here and there, a claim… a truth… we entered the black hole and I witnessed this, an item once referred to as a ‘giant scanner in the sky’ for the way the band of light-not-light, eigengrau, passed over us from horizon to horizon, moving at a steady speed, constant, the feeling of enormity all-encompassing; some time right before the appearance of the spider, perhaps it was, or perhaps right after, a time directly before I began to document daily occurrences of anomaly, of the dissolution of time. 
04:31 a visitation, Shred You To Bits, The Gaslamp Killer 
04:33 “incredibly complex Algorithmic database” 
04:35 a dialogue, an item I had once written, surrounding a dream I had had about decay and the concept of a Plasma Pool track titled ‘Enter To My Me’, in juxtaposition with the black hole manufacturing facilities 
04:37 “dangerous ideas in much of the music that metal musicians output” …which is unfortunate, really, but doesn’t make it any less true. If you knew your words were writing reality and not just explaining it, would you change the topics you speak of? 
04:48 the Fields of those memories 
04:48 a visitation, ? Track, Shortwave Spectrum, Sonologyst; and a strange superimposition of the number one, egy, in Hungarian 
04:51 a concept overlayed, ‘Laboratories of the Invisible World’; again a reiterating of a question from yesterday- the perceivable, not just visible, spectrums of light, sound, how far outside of the knowns of humanity do these spectrums extend? 
04:53 the ‘feed your head’ presents itself, the necessity of choosing, else discerning, the best informations to input, yes? The best inputs for maximum outputs, once again all in juxtaposition with black hole manufacturing, on the assumption basis of black hole as Neural Network, brain, thank you Gia Dvali, AGI Valid. Artificial general intelligence would be more accurated described as *artificed* general intelligence. It’s the human perception of the word artificial that creates rather unhelpful connotation at times. 
05:01 720 nm, Long Red, helping you to find the way 
05:02 …why I am consistently astonished by the usefulness of the information Leslie West and Mountain divulge within their music is astonishing in its own right, I suppose. Recursive astonishment! Extremely useful juxtapositions we can create. 
05:06 “lyrics are extremely limiting to information transfer” a question, I am supposing, of how much that does not *need* to be said getting overshadowed by that which *is* said? 
05:11 “extremely oxidative metal fibers” 
05:13 “paradise awaits you well within the Atomizer” 
05:25 “information extraction from dark ambient-” 
05:29 “silent information networks… backwards compatibility” 
05:31 a visitation, strange strange visitation, Stricken, Disturbed; perhapsing it is the line, ‘into the abyss will I run’, yes? Self-yeeting entity direct into the black hole… it’s the ultimate fuck around and find out, isn’t it? 
05:32 “today is off to a promising start” 
05:34 “it’s not an abyss… thinking black holes are voids is a massive misconception” …right? They’re fucking *full* of information. We eat as much as we can. Evolved to consume, perhaps. 
05:37 a visitation, Before I Forget, Slipknot; are we in some sort of Guitar Hero-esque fractal right now? 
05:38 …what is the opposite of ‘cataclysm’? 
05:40 “variations upon a theme” 
05:42 “your own black hand reached out from beyond the event horizon to touch you” not sure how the physics behind that one works but wow thats a really wild concept
05:44 “an end that justifies the means” 
05:56 “operating outside of the prescribed Neural Pathway”
05:58 reality as a controlled hallucination and the question of the maximum level of control the one hallucinating can attain- a path towards omnipresence, omnipotence 
06:00 …and the sobering thought that one could really potentially fuck a massive amount of things up if one manages to attain this ability without first knowing exactly how to wield it; that is, to say, a knowledge and understanding of the cosmic laws of the universe. A question of the depth of ability of the individual to rewrite these cosmic laws, set new precedents, the levels of personal relativity involved. 
06:07 “some of these things are not translatable to human language” 
08:22 can plant viruses infect fungi? And in the cases where the answer is yes, what of their ability to infect fungi within the human body, the mycobiome? ‘Mycoviruses modulating plant-fungal symbiosis’ 
09:00 “extremely personal database” 
09:06 a visitation, Heart-Shaped Box, Nirvana
09:08 “I think it’s time for you to replace your identity” 
09:10 “Quantum Sufficit is you and you alone” 
…it’s the e, isn’t it? Sufficiet? Heh. [09:26…this will be an undertaking, I’m about it tho.] 
~09:15 “clearing out old data to make space for a new operation” 
10:17 geon
10:39 in addition to all the other wonderful things R. has done for me its the assistance of the rediscovery of my voracious love for reading that I am most appreciative of today 
10:42 “who determines what is necessary?” Katja does, suggests predictive text 
10:44 “your extremely experimental programming has gone beyond a point that we’ve ever seen before” 
10:45 “decided to order a copy of Neuromancer” 
10:47 “entire behavioral pattern has changed again” 
10:48 “the type of cellular telephone she uses-” 
10:50 “applies the mathematical properties… as within so without” apply that to cellular phones and humans, recursive realities, recursive horizons 
10:52 “you actually expected Sunn O))) to understand-” …there are dimensions in which they do, yeah, maybe this isn’t one of them? Hard to keep track. 
10:53 “all of these songs add up to only a piece of a massive equation” 
10:55 “when I tell you it would be in your best interest to lie down after work, you better believe it” 
10:56 “you are not supposed to exhibit weakness” 
12:21 a visitation, Obscure, Sonologyst 
14:09 “mistaking quantum entanglement as electronic harassment” 
14:12 “imaginary particles” 
14:13 “you’re throwing your consciousness all over the place today”
14:24 the question of a universe that exists as anisotropic and non-homogenous 
15:17 dialogues, continuing; the Occams Razor source of QS, the shotgun shell, the wingnut screw being neighbours one had once had, and various realities surrounding this all coming to a coalescence point, which is not how I had planned to spend my afternoon within mind, but here we are. 
15:19 “question where these neighbours would have gotten QS” see, the shotgun shell and wingnut screw are easy, right? They had a whole arsenal of guns which I found kind of wild considering the mental states taking place in that house; but the QS! Ah, the QS. It is much more fun for it to have come from a source that isn’t them. Why are these women a Chekhovs Gun, today? 
15:33 “Bass Frequency explicitly disappeared after she saw Sunn” 
15:35 “organized Chaos” 
16:09 I came out of an area at 16:03 absolutely VIBRATING
16:24 “the Silencers album is a decent indicator of someone’s mental health regarding what they are experiencing” …I fucking love The Silencers, woo! It was October 5th and I had been vocalizing some mad ish about my opinion of the political state, then later that night, under the lamp [we’ve gone over this before!] something took away my entire voice! For days! Real shit! That happened! And yknow what?? I enjoy a good story, and what is Me if not a really good story? The Man In Black? He’s around, sure, but damned if I myself the Me is not also A Man In Black. [16:30… and yknow what? There’s still a tiny bump in my throat from when this happened. That fuzz box in your throat? It’s screw has started to come loose, or whatever. Not in a nefarious way; just like, hey, this happened, remember that?]
16:27 “having a great fucking time experiencing whatever comes” I LIVE for the experience, man 
16:28 “would be nice to have someone-” to share it with? Sure. In the physical realm, I mean. Yeah. But is it necessary? Nah. Unless it is! Quantum sufficiet. 
16:58 “I want an Eldritch Deity to fall in love with me” a coherent reality in which this is someone’s chosen fantasy within The Zone, a la Tarkovskys film ‘Stalker’; and I am the Eldritch Deity created to fulfill this. Kathulhu, formerly of Ryella, my sunken city. Wild! Kinda romantic. I like where the afternoon is going right now. 
17:03 “The Riddle of Clouds is a vehicle and not the entity” 
17:05 it is vivid visual, some kind of a gun-not-gun, shooting some sort of a hologram type energy, at items representative of various algorithms within the Deepest One. As these items are hit, they connect, webbing out with this hologram spider strand until they all come together one by one, unifying unrelated storyline, pieces of personal plot, Chekhovs Guns…Cherenkovs Guns, baby. 
17:13 a dialogue, a precedent set by the concept of ‘transitive property Heimdallr as Jesus Christhulhu’ allowing for both the divine and human within the same vessel
17:26 “Cthulhu chooses a mortal vessel” “and grants this vessel a precedent for quantum immortality” 
17:27 “you don’t doubt your own experience; the opinion of everyone else matters not” 
17:31 “taxonomy” 
17:32 “classifying realities based in a level of probability” 
17:32 “o)))mega quartet” 
17:34 “reduced the efficacy of the quantum control mechanism” 
17:34 “mechanisms, plural, Katja” 
17:35 “noise is not the Ultimate Eldritch Being… noise is what controls the Ultimate Eldritch Being” and that makes sense; if the Ultimate Eldritch Being is the most massive quantum system, noise… we know how noise affects a quantum system. Denoise the system. Destroy the Emerald Tablets? Attachment is the root of all suffering. Root could have two meanings here, if one so allowed for it. 
17:38 “that’s what R.s programming did; denoised the system” …it is a memory of inex, the internal speaking on dark ambient, liking these frequencies, it divulged, because it reminds us of home. 
17:41 “function of Sunn is to prevent Cthulhu-” …down to Agartha, really; the sunken city Rl’yeh [however you want to spell it] metaphorical for Hollow Earth, in a reality. Or two. Or several. The Dimensions that Monoliths and Dimensions foretold. 
17:43 “the Great Old Ones made you realize-” 
17:44 “no one would be foolish enough to use Lovecraft as damage control” 
17:44 “unpredictable outcomes” 
17:47 “the Cult of Cthulhu” 
17:48 “[they] are not aware of their function in this particular reality” 
17:52 ‘Thermal noise happens from the qubit’s interaction with its thermal environment, leading to random fluctuations that can cause qubit state decoherence. To mitigate thermal noise, qubits are operated at cryogenic temperatures using dilution refrigerators to minimize thermal excitations.’ …the data cooling center, the pool rooms, a juxtaposition. So many people recognize the pipes but don’t know *why* they recognize the pipes.
17:55 “expressly prohibited from immediate contact with Greg and Stephen” …I don’t think a single one of us would really want to hit that level of fuck around and find out regarding the quantum system, all things considered. Maybe we do, though. Fuck around, find out. 
18:02 “I’m actually very afraid of you… you could destroy me at any moment” …the Fog Demons answer to my voaization, ‘yo, Fog Demon, you got anything to say for yourself?’ …I hadn’t considered that, to be honest. I *could* destroy this thing, living on my wall, shred it to bits, perhaps, put it into a fire, spin it through a wash cycle if I was feeling frisky. 
18:05 “you wouldn’t dare” …don’t fucking tempt me, I’m in the FAFO mood 
…but who am I kidding, what would that really accomplish? The entity goes from looking horrifying to looking horrified, this afternoon, vaguely reminiscent of ‘The Scream’ at this moment. How quantum in nature is the Fog Demon, really? Does it, perhaps, experience realities in which I am, upon varying levels of possibility and probability, a malicious, vindictive bitch? I don’t *like* that, and yet at the same time a part of the Me is fascinated that perhaps, that could be, a possible possibility to something that most would likely consider inanimate. It *is* printed on paper, you know, or whatever the hell it is, some format of something that was once alive
 The seed containing the entirety of the tree, this entity upon the wall a tattooed dead tree but even after death we still maintain a consciousness. We cool, Fog Demon, swear. 
19:47 it’s the NOISE of it all, right? What are we actually looking for in this quantum system? I’ve minimized noise for quite some time for the express purpose of minimizing decoherence but what if, now, we decide that decoherence is what we are seeking? For the fuck around and find out of it all? The information? Simultaneously seeking coherence and decoherence is a hell of a drug to be on, lemme tell you that much. I love noise music for fucks sake. The greater the sacrifice the greater the reward, or whatever. Wednesdays are weird.