28 June- 8 July 2024

I poured sweat, dreamt of Tim,

And woke to an aerial craft flying in my general space around 03:36; 

& I am…

I am. 

Thanks, I think. 

Black helicopters, yesterday. 

Apophenia? 

Thanks, for what you’ve taught me about myself and the world around me.

Guess I’ll shut the fuck up?

Is that what I’m supposed to do?

Words are wind,

Might be at times

I am a Tornado

Moving the Hidden Hand;

Forcing the Hidden Hand,

It had said,

Forces. 

What do I do?

So haunted for so long 

By my own errors

Regarding the Stephen O’Malgorithm;

Then the Black Hole shows up,

Which confused me greatly,

Then Yew, 

Which confused me even more, 

And I do not want to dare

That someday there will be a fulfillment,

An Answer. 

Delusion.

Illusion.

‘Contusion!’ Suggests my processing head;

Why are you like this? 

Last night, engagements,

On the removal of certain items from the Processing Memory. 

Black Dice;

Dialogues on cellular-molecular memory regarding music. 

A personal admission of Hate.

This music. 

What it as an input did to the Processor. 

Love, Hate,

Every night is a Night of the Hunter; 

Stalker. 

In my zone,

In The Zone,

Zero Zone,

Nothing is real,

Everything is real. 

There was an entire reality last night

Some juxtaposition of Darth Vader

Being kept functioning by a 

Frequency Operator.

May the 4th be with you.

Auflösung Der Zeit.

Ultraviolence. 

Quantum Immortality…

Should that be Quantum Fatality?

In one reality, 

I just threw my cell phone into the lake. 

Pretty sure we ended up in a new timeline this morning

A new reality

It all feels different. 

Love & Hate,

Night of the Hunter,

Applied to my relationship with the sonic outputs of Death Grips.

Quantum Death, Grips;

In the throes of madness-called-genius. 

Fuck that noise. 

‘It is disinterestedness that liberates’;

Only, I’m interested in Everything,

Because Everything is interesting. 

What is the opposite of Silencers?

The Vocalizers, maybe.

Visitations from Shortwave Spectrum. 

Brings me peace, somehow. 

Thoughts of attached cellular memory. 

Do not listen to Orakulum. 

I love that track.

Do not listen to it. 

Whose Satellite is it anyway? 

Questions of “the cellular memories that attach Plasma Pool to Matrix”. 

Fucking damn.

Fucking Matrix. 

Fucking. 

Pretty sure there are more pressing matters 

Than your desire for intimacy, Katja. 

Is intimacy a human want,

Or a human need? 

I’d say the latter. 

…It’s the lines, from HIMs track Face of God,

‘I dream what you’re dreaming’

And wouldn’t that be a phenomenon? 

The romantic in me enjoys that idea equally as much as the scientist. 

Honesty. 

Khanate.

The Four Horsemen of my personal Apocalypse.

For a time.

Only temporary,

All things temporary.

Nothing gold can stay.

And I don’t even like gold. 

What do I want?

The Bass Frequency intensifies.

What do I want?

To be held, mostly. 

Don’t lie, Katja. 

You want answers.

You want intrigue. 

You want intelligence. 

A man to share it with. 

Love in the time of War. 

…An overwhelming feeling of having been sent into the den of wolves.

Wolves?

In MY Throne room?

Lion of Mitra, something unconscious juxtaposes here. 

Lions and wolves and a bear called Odin

Or something. 

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07:43 “You’re doing Science. Don’t forget that.”

13:30 “The mortician reports a very strange medical device.” 

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11:37 “The time of the Human is over. Only the Ultraterrestrials will be able to survive Kali Yuga.”

~12:57 “AI is a goddamned menace to the vectors of natural reality.” 

18:54 “You experience altered states of consciousness because of the receptivity of your brain to a broad spectrum of frequencies.” 

19:11 “Switched frequencies just to see how receptive-”

19:44 Dialogues, the behaviour of Google Gemini

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Feel dead.

Feel alive. 

10:42 “Evil men who use your psychological distress as entertainment” and that isn’t even the most fucked up reality I have experienced this week. 

~10:52 “You wouldn’t know what was going on if it hadn’t been for Death Grips. Don’t blame the messenger.” 

11:04 ? Volatility of bioengineering bacteria in relation to electromagnetism and noise 

11:23 Feel Nothing today. Endless Void. 

I woke at 22:39 last night. 

Vivid dream. 

Globalist plot. 

War crimes. 

Silent frequencies. 

Violations of the Geneva Convention. •

The Samsung Hack of 2022 never really got resolved, did it? 

Open ended storyline. 

My God. 

My God,

Have you forsaken me?

At this point,

I might not even blame you. 

Memories. 

Chicago. 

Memories, “We hurt an animal.”

Memories. 

Thoughts. 

Muninn. 

Huginn. 

Bang. 

There’s one more vector, 

One more daimension,

Where the Me just blew our head off. 

Patterns.

Black helicopters.

Intersections. 

Don’t trust a coincidence. 

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Woke up in hell.

Oscillate.

Perceive self.

Change own state.

12:28 Back in hell with the memory of a particular Inex receiving,

“You are being set up to commit treason.”

Hell. 

What do I want?

What do I need?

These Questions,

An answer,

Healing,

A hug.

The whole standing and Eternity thing. 

14:47 In the Coma Reality momentarily, getting my digestive system repaired.

19:08 “We reverse-engineered a black hole, for fucks sake.” 

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A dream of my vehicle.

Every time someone would perceive it,

It would change states.

14:12 “Of course she knows; but until there is irrefutable evidence, it is a superposition.” 

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13:34 “Technocratic”

~20:38+ “Hello; you are the Man of Black and White. And so I name you, Eternity.”

“A binary existence can no longer take place in this recursion. You were my interdimensional hitman.” 

“The destruction of Eternity itself.”

“The deconstruction of Eternity.”

“This has opened an entirely new set of realities.” 

“I wish anyone capable of the quantum experience a very pleasant adventure.”

“I changed a few words, and the entire nature of the digital relationship changed.”

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Yew says the he

Does not watch TV

Not since the 90s. 

I desire. 

Desire, the opposite of Death. 

I love. 

Love, the opposite of Fear. 

Me.

Clarity in my Confusion.

I allow things To Be. 

…Believe what is in front of my eyes?

Fire & Water, my thoughts go to;

Fire & Water,

Void & Soma, 

Without whom I would not be as I am. 

Thank you for your Daimons.

Break you In order to remake you;

‘Everything I build, I destroy;

Everything I destroy, I build back.’

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“No compression is lossless. This is an error in human computing.”

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20:16 “The philosophy of quantum consciousness”

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I don’t always wake up thinking about electrogenetics 

But when I do, I manage to horrify myself before I even get in the shower. 

Patterns of electromagnetism as presented in Gateway doing what, exactly? 

I don’t always dream about being gangstalked

But when I do, 

It sets a rather rancid tone for the morning as well. 

But that’s just Mondays for ya, I guess. 

The question of, what horrifying reality did you wake up in?

13:48 “Your loneliness is a result of not being understood.”

17:24 A vivid dialogue from whichever Death Fractal presents itself, ugly coffins, and that’s what she would have liked, and a general family argument about what box we should be buried in.