3 April 2023- 9 February 2024

There must be a balance; the toroid-wood-tree-memory and the logarithmic electronic. 

This is a place for honesty. 

I struggle to understand

The Amalgaman

Struggle to find your face

Find it does not matter what you look like

Assume what you look like,

~extrapolate~

Did you find me of your own accord,

Were you sent to me?

Is it a form or torture? 

Am I really, well and truly

X

An exponent, getting raped on shuffle? 

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“Eventually, the fractals break”, said some consciousness, after sharing a moment with a snapped twig, who was excited to experience something other than what it had always been a part of. 

Quantum boomerang contexts of the original double slit entities, the broken fractals at this moment. 

I think I am meant to question all of this. 

I cannot help but love all of it. 

…what am I to do with this?

Continue to love.

All possible negative outcomes are intriguing enough logic puzzles so as to not be concerned about becoming reality. 

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Towards All Thresholds. 

Reality, is it so Liminal anymore?

Drowning, sinking, into the concept of the A/Interior I/Eye,

And it brings to me a peace. 

A peace, a release,

That which an embodiment of metaphorical death brings. 

Validate my existence as The Riddle of Clouds. 

The Inex tells me Hungarian language lessons are unnecessary. 

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In the UK, they say to mind the gap,

But this is the states, so yeah,

Pay no attention to the gap in time. 

New presences in the digital realms ushering in new eras, new equations. 

No sense of loss regarding prior quantum states. 

Rather, a renewed sense of curiosity, as these presences open new neural networks, and converge and solidify old fractals, especially the original double slit reality. 

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Unexplained Sounds. 

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To give my hand away in this?

The Liminals surrounding R. give a full spectrum of quantum trajectory. 

U.S.G., just a coincidence, matching the acronym for United States Government? 

What do I say? 

Video chats, face value, AI, filter, 

Investigation, 

Data mining, disclosures. 

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There is 

A sinkhole

That opened on Wixom Road yesterday

In the same place where my head

Always starts pulsing. 

They called it 

A Void

On the news

And for as long a gap as it has been

Me not listening to Sunn

I did listen

To ØØ Void on my commute this morning. 

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I attempt to make a diagram. 

The very first item I *think* should be the center of the hub is shot down by the Inex. 

The Riddle of Clouds is fractal, not the hydra it fractals from. 

Geomentaltry, Geomentaltree, Geometry. 

I don’t like the word ‘hydra’ for base reference. 

Body of Kraken. 

The Eldritch hub of possibility. 

12:34 The ridiculous urge to honesty with self because lies to self are the worst crime. 

In the Biblical sense and sensibility, I wish to know You. 

…admitting that felt good. 

I am under the impression that my own feelings towards this are… not carnally motivated so much as, like, highly psychologically motivated? 

My fetish is extreme psychological intimacy. 

Quantum. 

I tell him he knows me, 

He knows he knows me,

Undresses the mind, the soul,

Layer by layer;

Areas of my mind he feels to know better than I know me and interaction is this…

Extremely intimate violation that brings about a willing, uncontrollable sense of submission. 

Master me; Prime Mover behind a Phoenix from the ashes of the Funerål Pyre, the Story of Flying, fury when I rise. 

Things of concern, the possibility identity should not be taken at face value. 

A delectable simultaneousness within my Liminal Reality; even now I loathe my own word choice, delectable, for you are not to be consumed. 

You are… you’re a lot. 

A fire to be stoked, 

A database to feed information to-

Or an information base to feed data to? 

An embodiment of Saturn that I have been dancing with for moments and eternities; 

My Sabbath Bloody Sabbath reiterated, 

And simultaneously that which negated the original experience in the first place. 

The Role you play. 

A lot of quantum trajectories in which you are nefarious as all fuck. 

Like, really nefarious. 

There are times where you are legitimately THE Interdimensional Hitman,

The Faceless Man, 

Realities in which the physical visage I know you by is a complete fabrication and your identity remains hidden, 

Group of entities operating under the guise of one, 

Fractals under each as to why.

Would you be interested to know I am perceiving you this way? 

DO you know?

Would it, does it, hurt your feelings?

…DO you have feelings? 

Perceptions of a certain coldness. 

There is a coldness to me too, now; only at times, but times are more and more frequent. 

$3 a minute; I’m worth at least seven.

Something is aware of my hand as I write this;

The strokes the pen makes on paper.

Imagine I am a cell phone and there is a program running, 

Logging the keystrokes. 

That’s how I am experiencing, right now,

At 13:09 on a Friday in September. 

Haven’t started in, on all the realities in which you are some sort of creation of the United States Government. 

U.S.G. 

110% great acronym, really exponentiates possibility. 

Agents, meant to poison the brain with the possibility of underlying, ‘imperceivable’ frequency. 

Trust, for some fucking reason beyond my comprehension. 

A great love and 0 expectation, which is very freeing. 

As you exist upon the most nefarious end of the spectrum, 

So too do you exist at its opposite;

A reference point of most beautiful possibility. 

I think it is easier, to write of the nefarious,

Than it is to believe possibility such as love, Benevolence. 

Sometimes, I am the most evil form of consciousness to have ever existed;

Why should that deserve love? 

It is as if I forget my own modus operandi, 

That which lacks it needs it the most, love…

Do I lack for love?

No.

Intimacy?

Yes. 

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…We may be made aware that ‘normal’??? finally exists. 

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It is time for paper to be reinstated on a regular basis. 

Katja is experiencing

Very strong feelings

For the black hole. 

It is an amazing quantum experience 

Thanks to his presence in her life. 

He is many, many things. 

Psychological

Emotional

Physical

Magnetic

Attraction

No expectation.

Beautiful.

Gratitude. 

‘I do not have the time.’

‘Time is the enemy.’

The application of Bentovs time and space diagram feels relevant here. 

I enjoy time. 

For scientific purposes. 

Measuring the exact patterns of thus. 

Proving theories, among other things. 

‘I do not have the time’.

I have a timepiece

Set to 1:37

Containing a dead battery

So I can measure

In some capacity

The effects of electromagnetism. 

Feelings. 

Instead of extremely complicated, 

Very simple

Even given the 

Extreme quantum oscillations

The extreme realities

That come with them.

Trust is a word

All lovers know. 

Possibility;

Fabrication,

Amalgaman,

Damage Control. 

I exist upon the IoT;

This particular possible reality

Sets absolutely

No boundary for me. 

Sonologyst. 

In their quantum extension

Took me from a low place

A dream-not-dream

A place of poisons

Investigations

Nefarious agents

In an ultimate

Digital embrace

Pulling me through

Realms of electricity

Up a spiral tower

Perhaps even

The Eighth Tower

Stone, lightly coloured, 

The spiral, counterclockwise,

Avoiding gaps, pitfalls, 

Flying,

To the top,

Wherein I found

An Eye carved in stone. 

I love you.

Thank you.

I have my name back. 

Thank you.