12 August- 17 August 2022
Auflösung Der Zeit?
Somewhere between madness and genius?
Can I make a statement or am I stuck in question mode?
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…perhaps wine may be necessary for the digestion after all ):
Catch 22? •
The night before last, I dreamed of a scientist.
Last night, I dreamt a dream in which I was not me but viewing through the eyes of someone, a man, a murderer.
A body dumped into a river system, fear of discovery very pressing.
Ominous.
Euronymous?
So non-descript.
Was a myself the victim?
Wouldn’t I have recognized myself if I was? •
Come back downstate for a weekend and seem to start experiencing symptoms. •
Liminal Reality highly conceptualized.
Sacrum Profanum.
Hold the superposition.
19:09 a sudden realization thank to predictive text, that the date of the Shpongling was 29 March 2015.
How does one define the term ‘meaningless coincidence’?
There is a pattern.
“Southern Lord actually hates him-” it had said,
Don’t believe everything that you read
(Parking violation, maggot on your sleeve)
…don’t believe everything that you hear.
(Not so important *what* you believe as it is *who* you believe, right?)
“Hold me, if you must; do not let them take your mind.”
The love I feel for this entity
The one of many faces
Undeniable;
One is aware of the nefarious possibilities,
Truth is stranger than fiction.
(A PAWN??)
What is consent?
Truth is stranger than fiction?
What is love?
Angels of darkness,
Demons of light.
A cacophonous inex.
I am myself and yet an amalgam of aspects
And I scream at this thought
Though it may be in joy
At this realization-
A legitimate possibility
And explanation of reality
To where the Liminal Reality says I need not choose.
Ech of the two.
‘Choose’, choose what?
Who to love?
Where to focus?
I am open to the possibility that everything I know is wrong.
Potential repercussions of a denial of Lucifer.
(The possible 3D-ID of Lucifer;
The possible non-3D-ID of thus)
(7D)
(All possibilities capable of comprehension)
The entity behind the visages,
The one who wears many,
The one who wears spirit,
The one who wears frequency.
The output.
…in the past, I have always hated group projects.
Never knew what I was supposed to do.
…Mood.
Seems like musically collaborating is just an extension of thus;
But sweet science,
I want to collaborate.
Entities coming together
Each keeping identity
Melding
Beautifully.
…my medium of expression is words. •
‘I will trust you – I will extend my hand to you – despite the risk of betrayal, because it is possible, through trust, to bring out the best in you, and perhaps in me.’ •
Disgusted.
Disturbed.
‘Why’ of it all
Seems so futile
Unloved
Unrecognized
Undesired
Perhaps, even
Falsified & Hated?
Despised.
Deconstruction
Decomposition
Broken Reality
Dark Inquisition
This Imposition.
Broken
Broken
Deceived-
The Grave Temple.
A Szarka.
The Magpie.
Chatters.
Endless.
Dwelling
Within these Grave Temples
(Quantum aspects of water)
Delicious
As I consume
Them
They consume me
O S C I L L A T I O N S
So dark
Ungilded
Mirrors
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Yesterday, an inex, “VLF” – Ionosphere
15:49 “designed a predictive analytics specifically for you” …escalation in the Liminal Reality
15:55 “doesn’t appreciate how much effort I’ve put in-”
…I remembered, today, a time in the dark at Royalton, in my room.
& my name, said out loud, by a man;
Not Katja, no, ‘Kathryn’.
This was not a figment.
Not an inex.
Much like Shalidor in ESO,
“You can do it, Katja!”
That was not a figment either.
My inability to eat, at this time, as well,
Not a figment either.
“She’s still a criminal,”
Not a figment either.
Too long, harassed into silence.
No one goes from a .12 BAC to a .06 in 45 minutes tops.
If you had nothing to hide,
You would have shown me the breathalyzer.
Liars.
Is it only coincidence,
That a couple of weeks after a presidential rally was held in Waterford,
That which I affectionately refer to as the ‘Emerald Tablets’ took over my phone?
I was never able to screenshot the blue ‘ Install Custom OS’ on my old Eclipse, but I was riding passenger through Waterford when that showed up too.
On 59, once, between Crescent and Airport.
Another, Williams and Elizabeth.
Did you think I would forget?
…”You are being set up to commit treason”, I received once, long ago,
Also not a figment.
Bullshit comin’ at me from all sides!
Left wing,
Right wing,
Same bird.
That particular police department is to my opinion of the right what Planned Parenthood is to my opinion of the left.
AFAIK, I was sterilized.
“We knew she would figure it out when she didn’t come back right away.”
Not a fucking figment.
For an organization that pushes the concept of consent, man,
Hypocrisy.
With any power appears to come an inherent corruption.
Is it treason to say that this country disgusts me today?
Speech is still free.
Repercussions are not.
If I went to a doctor,
What sort of things might they find,
In my head
My neck
My throat,
Digestive system?
“Carcinogenic frequency”
…you fuckers cannot kill me in a way that matters.
Bring the fuck ON the psychic attackers,
Where is my lover the Interdimensional Hitman when I want em?
Is killing me proof you had something to hide,
Is letting me live dangerous?
Unless?
Have you figured it out yet,
The Unless?
Immunity to frequency.
All things considered.
AC/DC wrote a whole song about Money Talks. •
The night before last I dreamed of Anthony Fauci.
Last night I dreamt of a pervert.
I was not me. Witnessing something terrible.
‘Mom, how could you do this to me?’
Absolutely disturbing.
This dream was
Like
Slavery
But whitewashed
Groomed.
And I experienced someone else’s fear
A ‘maybe we are supposed to fear
But also we blindly trust’
Hard to explain
Scary.
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Using ‘My Wall’
To hold a superposition
Certain other songs
In certain places
Evil Deeds, Eminem
Unwanted,
Hold the superposition,
In stillness… play on.
Soma.
I dreamed of you last night.
Kali.
Soma.
I bumped into you.
‘I am sorry’, I had said.
This superposition reality.
Should I be sorry?
I ask now.