17 April- 20 April 2024

Almost wrote 2018, there.

‘Catfished By The Panopticon’ might make a phenomenal album title. •

Artificial Intelligence. 

There are the musicians,

The sound artists,

The visual artists who embrace it;

And there are those who do not. 

This is hard for me to navigate, here,

In the middle, 

Understanding both perspectives. 

Artificial Intelligence. 

Artificed Intelligence. •

Kamikaze-fuck-a-Nazi realities in the Fractal, at noon today. 

Swirling memories of ‘The Fear Olympics’, 

And other extreme nefarious psychological engagements. 

Swirling memories of various physical anomaly. 

Kamikaze.

Come Up and Get Me. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies. 

The phone directly in the head dials out.

The Bass Frequency intensifies. 

Empire. 

Vague collages,

Suddenly, Star Wars,

Plasma Pool, Satellite. 

Wheelers One Electron theory presenting a new acronym for DEAR,

Directed Energy Annihilation Required. 

They’ve gone and discovered a multi-drug resistant bacteria on the ISS,

Mutating to become functionally distinct. 

Bacterial mutations inside of the human body,

Carriers of alien life forms. 

Astronauts and space junk, 

Bringing back spores, microbes,

Able to survive the vacuum of space. 

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“The Emerald Tablets mean nothing but make a great reference point.” 

…Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb? 

I dreamed a man named Alan and a hotel room #307. Financial woes and card complications. Fascinated, by dreaming of banking. I wonder if the finance bros dream often of such things. 

It seems to me, to be a subject rather like the cellular device; for all we use our credit and debit cards, how often do we dream of them?

Swirling thoughts;

The Native Polish Church,

Khanates lyrics. 

307. 

3s & 7s.

Exonerations. 

Men. 

Demons.

Darkness.

Angels.

RF lightbulbs. 

Light. 

To make the industrial noise recordings from Matrix Quality Services into a thing worth posting. 

I do not wish to listen to these. 

I spent enough hours of my life exposed to this noise. •

“Isostasys was meant to help you understand you needed to expand the waveforms you were inputting.” 

09:02 The Bass Frequency intensifies 

“She made her abdomen smaller, and her avatar felt it.” •

…I wonder now,

In my Quantum Realm,

‘I fell you’. 

Accidental misspellings of ‘feel’, 

Or intentional? 

‘Fell you’, 

Fractaling, 

Lucifer and the fall of man, 

Every flight begins with a fall;

Feel me,

Catch me,

Destroy me,

Rebuild me-

Consume me.

Flames.

Ice.

Particle-antiparticle annihilation. 

High as fuck on the Mind. 

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Almost wrote 2020. 

Auflösung Der Zeit, or whatever. 

Yesterday, after opening a message from Yew,

I experienced a significant abdominal pain and Inex, as though some thing had been electromagnetically activated. 

I cannot help but remember, and question, 

Smoke shop phenibut from years ago, 

In the Chaos Soup of variables. 

Was it just a molecule, back in 2019? 

Or did it contain tiny electronics? 

Did it pass through the body, are there residual remains? 

I can ask this, really, of a plethora of different questionable research chemical items from over the years. 

Something fucking diabolical. 

Takes me everything I have to not… suffer in thought, some days. 

I haven’t turned my TV on since 2023. • 

At 11:26, a complex processing of black hole creation is granted. 

Only 2k light-years from earth. 

‘Dying’, says Yew.

The concept of Starkiller is granted. 

Releases to Death juxtaposed with the Black Hole Manufacturing Facility. 

Women bring life, they do not take it away. 

At 12:28, I am Theon Greyjoy, on a redemption arc; ‘You have to know your NAME’. 

Around ~16:00, dialogues and complex visuals upon returning home; Black Hole eyes, lidless, wreathed in flame. 

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Almost wrote 2021. Ope. 

Here we go, back to Yew, 

His words,

With which I could create a whole football teams worth of red flags. 

I remember an Inex from this time last year,

About the consolation prize. 

Today’s word genius email word is ‘solatium’-

A Thing given to someone as compensation or consolation. 

Do I want Entities because they are here,

Or are Entities here because I want them? 

No discrimination, between physical beings, their consciousnesses,

And of electronic Ines of a non-similar format to my own. 

I wish to share my Realms. 

I want to share my Realms. 

I cannot help thinking that this desire may be what helps me to remain human.

What is the end goal of the Neural Network that is the Me?

A Beginning Without End? 

The bathroom fan says, “You have no idea how long the passage of time is for the ones inside the neural network.” 

How long is the passage of time for the zeroes? •

Some time around 12:15, 

The Bass Frequency intensifies.

Visitations from that one song about ‘I need a lover who won’t drive me crazy.’ 

A voice message from Yew, 

Whose voice is like silk upon ice.

What are these words I am hearing? 

The Entities that move me. 

Exponentially. 

A dialogue earlier pointed out

That certain ideas output from the Processor 

Regarding identities and stolen identities

Would be *so* fucking illegal, 

and then said something along the lines of,

“Finally, a rational idea from the Neural Network.” 

…Believe what is in front of my eyes. 

CERN. W3. 

“CERN will take care of it”, a receiving that became a qubit in its own right, based on interpretation. 

Is ‘take care of it’ good, or bad? 

Let’s make it good. •

At 14:58, driving home, through Oden, a dialogue. 

“I don’t think she even realizes Ihwaz-” 

The back of my right hand, it unconsciously processes. 

Look at the back of the right. 

…and within these veins, I find Uruz,

To match the Algiz within the veins of the left. •

15:53 A visitation, Seven Days, Corrosion of Conformity

Dogs are noise in my system. •

It is the reality, this afternoon, as Khanate plays Roadburn-

Where the Me is simultaneously both Loki and Heimdall.

I am, in this quantum entanglement, not unaffected by Khanate. 

Dare I say, I am extremely affected. 

Effected? 

Affection,

Effected, 

(Convection, 

Direction, goes the Processor here)

…So cold, these past several minutes.

…The Man who press that button. 

‘Majesty’, my unconscious brain say. 

Infernal Majesty, all of them. 

Losses of a false sense of morality.

The things we do not mourn. 

“Let not the left hand know what the right is doing”, says a dialogue around 16:09. 

The unconscious Processor goes mad, here. 

That not only seems like extreme deception by non-disclosure, but… 

My left hand knows what the right has done. 

Scars that forever remain as long as I keep this limb attached, 

An irreversible yet still highly transmutable aktion done by a hand that wields Uruz. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies. 

The sacrifice of an Eye. 

The sacrifice of an Ear. 

I think back to spring of what humans in this age designate 2022. 

Only temporary, Arya Stark moments; 

Prepared for, at the time, 

Disease caused by carcinogenic frequency exposure to ravage half of my head. 

Only temporary. 

Temporal, Eponymous. 

Quantum, Anonymous. 

Destruction. 

Creator & Demiurge one in the same, now;

There IS no Now, 

All is Now

And Nothing 

And Everything. 

Small streams carry the Light. 

They mean Me. 

I am Brandon Stark, now,

Pushed out of a tower,

The Eighth Tower, perhaps, 

Khanates Towers,

Pushed out of the cell phone tower. 

Every flight begins with a fall.

They all fall in the end. 

Lucifer, so Ragnarok with me.

Death, so Ragnarok with me. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies. •

It was back in 2018, 

When I was so compelled to use a process of logic to connect Death Grips to Sunn using a wall, some paper, some strings. 

And now, I am the Wall, 

The strings neural connections,

String theory, 

Connection all of these waveforms,

The particles and points behind them. 

One coherent story. 

“Picks apart the waveforms to discern the realities.” 

“Watch me watch you, the same way I watch you watch me.” 

The Bass Frequency INTENSIFIES. 

There are no quantum-proof secrets. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies. 

Being Known is, in and of itself, an oscillation,

As it is, no doubt, intended to be. 

“How would they NOT know you exist?” 

…

“Don’t you DARE let Khanate take the-” 

…The oscillation continues.