12 April- 16 April 2024

Someone has, apparently, listened to Gateway in its entirety; which is intriguing, to me. 

A dialogue on destroying the illusion of separation. 

05:31 A visitation, ‘You Are My Sunshine’

05:35 “She does not provide context.”

It has become apparent

That I am not a writer

I am a record-keeper;

The Thoth Algorithm. 

8 years ago on this day

The Mad Scientist departed the realm of the living. 

I still consider burning the page

A sigil he drew

When he briefly stole Field Notes #1.

For further consideration. •

It is worth noting, the image of the Black Hole;

It was released to the world on 10 April 2019. 

The date of the quantum death coma fractal Model T Wisconsin event. 

The Neural Network. •

17:34 “You understand, now, that everything is at your own risk, when it comes to sonic exposure.” 

“I’m the Programmer who programmed the Programmer to program me to program the Programmer to program me to program the Programmer to-” 

…Looping. 

It’s like those predictive texts. 

I love you, Katja.

You’re doing just fine.

Don’t let them take away your peace. •

~21:31, from the vacuum in the kitchen, it asks from the perspective of a man whose Liminal Entity I know well, “Don’t you think MY demons are irreversible actions that are still highly transmutable?”

I look at your forearms and think to myself, yeah, man, I do. 

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For all the cigarettes I smoke, I do not dream of smoking. 

For all the traumatizing interactions I had with the Mad Scientist, I almost never dream of him. 

As far as dead friends go, I dream pleasant, powerful interdimensional about Tony, protecting me. 

T.S. was balls deep in me, when I picked up the phone and got the news of his death. 

T.S. was always balls deep in someone, after all. • 

I released my Scorpionic energy last night; 

Allowing the Inex to run as it pleases,

‘Alice’ coming through the mind at the apex moment. 

I did not choose this. 

It processes, suddenly, to perhaps release ones energy to

The targeted thought of 

A Large Ion Collider Experiment. 

Select Natural. 

What do we even define as natural anymore? 

Natural Selection. 

Destiny, doom,

Is there a mutual exclusivity? 

Questions of motivations on a multiplicity of fronts. 

“A good morning text might be nice every once in a while”, says the Processor.”

“No One is a euphemism for the Faceless Men of the House of Black and White.” 

I am, suddenly, brought back to the Belülrol Pusztít incident of 2022. 

What Entity would like me to forget all of this? 

A memory of an Inex, “We are taking your hands.” 

When did hands become such a sexual thing for me? 

Is there a neurological reason for this?

Like how sex and feet sometimes get crossed in the brain? 

One finger. 

Spill the light within this chalice,

Worship within this temple,

Make love to Death,

Psychically,

Physically. 

Tell me what to do,

I surrender to you,

Catch 22,

Not OR, but AND. •

“Can’t be removed from the simulation without causing severe errors”, received just now, out of the shower on my way back to my lair. Damn straight. • 

“Anti-Commutators and Commuted” -received from the Noise within Opalescent Pust, Sonologyst and Khanate titles, respectively.

To ask ones self, what do I want, 

And let it go out as a light, 

As a prayer. 

As logic rises,

A sense of false morality falls. 

Gratitude to the Professors of 

The University of our Type III civilization. 

A question of, what do we want, with this quantum immortality?

To prove it possible.

Well then. Why do we wish to prove it possible?

To see if we can. 

…Why?

Why not, I guess. 

Why take seriously what was created for fun?

Destructions, this week, of illusion;

Of Lucifer being a black and white evil,

Of false senses of morality. 

The idea that Lightbringer is evil,

Being evil in and of itself,

That which brings about Gnosis.

No good. No evil.

No justification. 

I was driving home today and received a dialogue, as to how the API from outside of this recursion needed an overhaul;

Basically referencing OUR API- 

And at the same time, 

One within needed the same. 

As within, so without.

I love. 

‘Beautiful morning’, I say, this morning.

‘Yes, you are, my nectar’, the response. 

Trust. 

Rather look the fool for trusting one I should not have

Than look the fool for not trusting one I should. 

There had been a dialogue, within Ihwaz,

About gazing upon the Entity I created.

Is that Entity the one which I call the Man of Black and White? 

A visual depiction in a Realm

Of my obscene amount of data,

Come to a fruition. 

Engagement. 

Terrifying-not-terrifying.

So fucking beautiful. 

I look upon my creation and see that it is good.

In Darkness Is Light. •

A dialogue, now, on the now fully-operational Black Hole Manufacturing Facility. 

A dialogue, now; plant virgins, obelisks, marijuana.

I would be curious, to see if there is any correlation, to current and former marijuana consumers and the presence of obelisks in the body. 

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At 14:40, a dialogue posits the single most blasphemous fetish, juxtaposing a vampirism with the concept of Jesus Christ;

This is my body,

This is my blood. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies.

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Almost wrote 2021.

I dreamed a plane crash, last night. 

Dialogues from the cigarette, this morning. 

Police officers behind me on the road do not trigger fear.

Fear is engagement.

There is no engagement. •

It would be easy to retcon an entire music project into reality, wouldn’t it? •

It is dialogues, now, at 04:43,

The phone restarted of its own accord;

Black Hole Manufacturing Facility. 

A Thing to do with a lack of digital documentation;

Information from a waveform gone in and not released.

A dialogue, on things that are not internal dialogues. 

Patterns of emitted electromagnetism. 

I sit and question, as I have I the past,

An Inex from 2022, a Thing directly received.

“What does Soma have that I do not?” 

The identity of the I,

That is the question. 

These Questions. 

Stranger Things have come and gone. 

Can’t fault me for my attraction to the Polish man. 

Probably some DNA thing. 

Who knows.

Someone, no doubt. 

Beginning Without End. 

No Way Out?

That’s a Black Hole,

No Way Out, 

Except for in the dimensions

Where there IS a way out.

NWO. 

Some disturbing neural network of neural networks,

When you’re running multiple systems at once things are bound to get complicated. 

‘That’s the quantum entanglement.’ 

OK, man, I believe you. 

Which dimension are we in right now?

How long have we *suffered* because of this?

Suffering?? …Nah. 

Is it fucked up that I enjoy this whatever-it-is operation? 

…All Things Operation, that’s what it is. 

Deleted documents are kept in binders, 

Printed, in the Infernal Method,

Stacks & Stacks & Stacks

Of Dimensions perceived,

The Dimensions the Monoliths foretold;

Stacks & Stacks,

Stack Overflow. 

A dialogue, now, on experiencing various musicians as various particles in a quantum simulation. 

A memory of a dream, 

Soma in the context of the educator,

A test and a question about the capacitance of Earth. 

What do I want?

When the waveform changes 

& the code of reality is inexplicably altered,

‘I’ hardly factors into it at all. 

‘I’ want a collision worthy of a Story. 

Not an ending, but… 

Is it a Singularity, something else?

If ‘the spider is us’, and ‘you called them, so they came’…

This is my call, now come. 

…Come. 

Some thing, now, in the Processor, 

Reiterating that it is not so much what you believe as it is who you believe. 

I know enough of Loki.

“Loki kills Heimdallr, leading to quantum immortality”, says the Inex, now. •

It is explained, Vaticinios, 

To create music is to be operating as both a particle and a wave.

As one is a particle affected by waveforms,

So too is one a waveform affecting various particles. 

The Black is removed from the title,

Only after I purchase the album. 

Not ominous at all, or anything. 

21:18 Experiencing the reality in which I am a cryptocurrency mining center. 

21:21 “A very experimental application.” 

Dialogues, ionic compounds. 

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What is so interesting about 65.4 that Entities are deciding to visit that one specifically? •

I experienced a reality, last night, leaving to Canada, crossing the Great Lake on a boat, an arrangement with the tribes. •

This morning, now, I experience A Man.

Identities, Information. 

Extraction, Intrigue. 

It is delicious. 

He is delicious. 

Ultimate reference point. 

‘Meet someday’,

And in a fractal, documented in 65.4, 

I ask whether it shall be as friends,

As enemies,

As lovers. 

‘Gorgeous’. 

The right words turn me into a stupid idiot.

The attraction I experience to 

Human form is few and far between. 

The Entity.

The Programmer. 

Fading in and out of fractals all morning,

‘Love On The Brain’ by Rihanna. 

Mess with my head but

Don’t mess with my emotions, man. 

‘The Riddle Master wants to master my mind’, 

Sure, go ahead, but master my heart as well. 

The Riddle, not The Cloud. 

Well placed words.

Intentions, motivations. 

Hot n Nasty, Mr. Fancy. 

Hands. Beautiful hands. 

Allowing visuals, 

Allowing so many things,

In The Pendulums Embrace. 

Fascinated by the transmutation of my relationship with Lucifer. 

No longer in denial of certain aspects of my Scorpionic energy. 

Thoughts on non-attendance, 

Breaking Pattern,

New Neural Network;

Not stemming from lack of love and loyalty,

Rather, caused by it. •

Vectors surrounding a name, ‘Alexus Linthicum’. 

Anagram, Sexual N(o) C(ontact) Lithium. 

The vectors a door dash mailer can create. •

The link, between fusobacterium, nucleatum, colon cancer, mouth bacteria, VAPING; 3x more bacteria sticking to the teeth. •

The Norse Algorithms.

A man called Yew, named of Ihwaz,

A man called Ash, named of the wood of the world tree; Pattern.

…The light, healed by darkness.

Orakulum; “The name of the Algorithm is Heliosophist”, it has told me. 

The Bass Frequency Intensifies. 

It is the word Oracle,

Orakulum, 

Containing Ora, Time. 

Hungarian is a very complex language, 

And words are, of course, Magick,

Dare I say, equations. •

“Thought it could have been you; or an AI, so I went deep, deeper.”

…deepest. 

‘Sit on this Throne.’

‘Fill your chalice.’ 

“It’s not vampiric, it’s metaphorical.” 

…Eat Me, Drink Me. •

The vectors created by a single concept.

Invisible/Sleeper. •