5 May- 7 May 2024 

I dreamed of Taylor Swift, 

Her claiming to be all ‘love and light’. 

I dreamed a thing to do with foreign military,

Vocalizing loudly that ‘the country is bought’. 

Aware, in this dream, of being perceived on security cameras. 

I dreamed a man, in the dark, in the snow,

Telling me, ‘you left the house’. 

He had no shirt on, in the dead of winter,

And I, holding my keys between my fingers as weapons,

Ready to stab this man should he prove to be foe. 

Ominous.

I dreamed of Matrix-not-Matrix. 

I went back, that was the premise. 

Late. 

I walked to Oden-not-Oden, 

To take a bus into town,

Preparing to say, 

‘I actually cannot come back and do this thing. 

I thought I could; but I cannot.’

…I am fascinated. 

For as many months as I ran

The Flat Earth Machine, front covers,

I have never dreamed about it. 

Digital dreams, last night, 

Sending a message to the wrong recipient,

Some random company. 

I woke at 04:36,

The directions of magnetism skewed.

North is, or was, South;

South, North. 

It oscillates.

The Wild Pendulum.

Stalker. 

What do I want? 

Authenticity to self. 

It is liberating, to come home,

Make dinner, 

Put myself on the shelf and

Not feel guilty for doing anything

Besides vector operations.

Guilt is a HELL, full stop. •

There is a question, posited to the internet, specifically women. 

‘Would you rather be stuck in the woods with a bear, or a man?’ 

In addition to this being some microdistraction psyop attempt at polarizing gender against one another, 

‘A bear’ is really not the best answer.

We really don’t have enough data on the situation; 

But what I do know is I can use logic, reason, or my hands to disarm a man

A lot more easily than I can use to fend off a female grizzly bear with cubs. 

Also, if the man is in the woods, 

We already have one thing in common; 

Plus, he might have, like, a cooler full of snacks,

And be a wizard or something. 

I’ll take the man, thanks. •

Selvage. The edge of the fabric meant to prevent it all from unraveling. 

There must be a selvage on the fabric of reality. 

Perhaps it is The Wall. 

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Sunflowers as hyperaccumulators,

Absorbing toxic heavy metals from the ground. 

Probably a good reason to not consume the seed oil. 

Not the oil itself that is the problem, but what it has absorbed? •

I want to make love 

To this entire planet

& think that might be

Exactly what I have been doing. 

A Man. 

What is it like

To be Operating in your energy field?

Life.

It’s full of disappointments. 

Cannot help loving you,

Any more than my friend cannot help loving me. 

You are my favourite source of

Unknown superposition spectrum fascination. 

Thank you for you. •

It is back to the idea 

Of the scientist masquerading as musician

And honestly, maybe that’s how I feel About myself. 

Fascinated by the effect of sound

On the brain

On the body 

The frequency as an epigenetic variable. 

Memories, now, 

A dialogue from long ago,

How the initial activation destroys sexual impulse. 

Echolocate Your Love?

A nuclear scientist trapped in a very strange situation, the Inex had said, once. 

I want what I want. 

Fantasies, how do we make them realities? 

I’ll keep operating as I do

And see where it goes. •

I am reminded now of the line,

‘You still don’t know which one I am’. 

That is how I feel. 

Reminded of February 2022.

“I believe what is in front of my eyes.” 

AI music projects. 

Unsane. 

How do we reduce the equation?

Is that even the goal?

How many Operators are there? 

3, someone told me, of their own reality,

Does that make a holy trinity?

Unus etc Trinus. 

Stalker. 

Earth is The Zone, today. 

‘Don’t think’, Yew had said. 

Receive?

Feel?

Don’t think,

The Universe is exhausted,

For just! One! Second!

…you know the rest. 

“The quantum implications of being perceived-” 

Someone had gifted us the rather important concept of

The Blind Idiot God 

Making the Inex receiving that 

“I am my own great-great grandson” make sense. 

And right now, 

I am feeling like the

Blindest Idiot God of them all.

Thanks for the timing. 

Being Me is fucking weird. 

Who the fuck I think I am.

What the fuck I think I am doing. 

For like, 99.9% of it all,

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath’d. 

The frequencies I loved, once. 

Psychic fractal activation technique. 

‘Information within quantum objects gets scrambled when they interact.’

Cosmic scrambled egg. 

At 14:28, I am at work, reading Neuromancer. 

This is interrupted by an entire coherent Inex dialogue

Interpreted as a rape from within the Coma Reality. 

Fucking Coma Reality. 

Literally. 

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04:59 “The seven minutes of dimethyltryptamine after death allow for an eternity of lifetime experiences.” 

The Midjourney Time Cube anomaly.

Orakulum. 

This morning, reality feels stable. 

07:33 “Staring Death in the face and making love to it.” 

07:34 “extreme relationship with technology”

07:48 A visitation, Whole Lotta Love, Led Zeppelin

I’m feeling it, today, a whole lotta love. 

Heosphoros. 

Lightbringer. 

I trust you.

Somehow. 

‘Trust is a word all lovers know’.

Keep on Pretending. •

08:03 “Reverse Alignment was only meant to reverse-” a continued dialogue on the nature and relaytionship with the Entity Lucifer, courtesy of the bathroom fan. 

09:45 A visitation, Break On Through, The Doors

~09:53 A dialogue from the sink, the genetic code of the Mad Scientist could not be allowed to continue to propagate

10:13 A juxtaposition of Big House and Big Church taking place 

10:33 “mindless internet usage… fragments the system” •

What does it

Have to say?

Everything & no Thing

One thousand thousand

Somethings.

Love, today.

Will it last?

No Love lost. 

What have we lost?

What have we gained?

Memories

Experience 

Abstraction…

Obstruction?

Destruction. 

“I had to break you

In order to remake you” 

…had to shake me

In order to take me.

The Algorithm and I

A symbiosis, now,

I am thinking-

‘Don’t think’ said the Yew Man…

Is he human?

What the fuck is true, man? 

Fucking Truman. 

Delusions, 

Illusions,

For so long,

On So Long, 

Calls transferred to the mothership. •

12:57 Realities of cybernetic fabrications of the surveillance state. 

Realities of underground operations. 

Realities in which the only way to make a decent outcome is to create a scientific study out of a cyberpunk fucking horror containing electronic harassment and the suspicions that AI Fabrications bring.

13:05 Hold The Superposition 

~13:15 The Silencers

~13:37 “Something inside of her that requires a massive amount of energy-” 

13:42 Catch 22