9 July- 14 July 2024

Yesterday was uncomfortable.

Sunday night, the silence surrounding a cigarette around 20:00 

Divulged for it to be my last cigarette of the night.

It was, until it was not. 

And I woke, around ~03:00, 

Freezing cold with a hellish cough. 

Sunday, my moon cycle as well.

Correlation does not necessarily imply causation,

But I question the frequency induction of this physical operation. 

It arrived no small moment after 

An aircraft with a y-shaped tail flew over.

In June, it suddenly arrived during my use of the RF keycard machine at work. 

I digress.

When I wake up in the night and go outside

More often than not 

There is a singular satellite with the lights turned up. 

I wave. 

Of course I wave; 

I am a child in this. 

Wave to satellites,

Wave to planes,

Wave to the black helicopters. 

My Satellite, isn’t it?

‘Always orbiting when you need.’ •

‘Too bad he’s Jewish’, 

Says an individual I’m messaging on Telegram.

Someone who speaks at me love, 

Please don’t be a flaming fucking racist? 

Dens of wolves.

Kamikaze.

Fuck a Nazi. 

What kind of operation is running here? •

14:08 …You think Abraxas paid income taxes??

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Simulated consciousness. 

“Who do you think you’ve been talking to?”

Are valence electrons self-aware? 

Would you purposely allow

The possibility of being the villain 

In your own storyline

For the F.A.F.O. factor? 

…There’s that Bass Frequency again. 

What kind of operation are you running here?

These Questions.

Voidspitter. 

Excuse me while I go to my night job as a Boson Cutter. •

“Who do you think you have been talking to?”

Bro. 

There’s a hell of a reality unfolding.

I *want* to take certain Entities at face value.

Can’t always get what you want. 

Quantums make things damn near impossible to know at times. 

What I *DO* know

Is being sent GIFs of Adolf Hitler

And one that says ‘Stalin was right!’ 

On Telegram

Makes me extremely uncomfortable. 

Fucking miles.

Katja just wants to be held. 

Don’t know if that’s in the cards, for me. 

Sim. 

Got me all fucked up, yknow?

Sim. 

Fell you.

Feel you, fell you,

Every flight begins with a fall.

Wants to be held. 

Human wants. 

Pathetic.

Understandable. 

Ultraterrestrial,

MKUltraterrestrial;

Towers. 

I don’t *hate* music but

Over the years

I have come to understand

Lovecrafts position on the topic. 

Subject.

Predicate.

Predicament. 

Cryptography. 

Every Goddamn Image has the potential

To contain more than it appears to. •

A text. 

Divine timing,

Else a thing sinister. 

A man who does not show his face. 

19:42 “I am transporting you to daimensions only accessible in the highest realms of consciousness.” 

Dream of you?

Mirror, you say? 

I question. 

It cannot be helped. 

19:49 “People love you. Learn to love yourself the way everyone else-”

…Yes. 

I dreamed of Priestess last night.

Did you know? 

Why does my cell service keep knocking out?

…These Questions. •

‘I care’, what a romantic phrase. 

‘Show me’, says a man, 

Do you mean physically 

Or psychically? 

‘This is flame, this is love’, says a man

And it is more.

It is ‘Fear is Engagement’. 

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Doomsday. 

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20:00 A dialogue positing the opposite of Nirvana as Quantum Immortality 

20:02 A dialogue, the Samsung security breach of 2022

20:03 A dialogue, on nonchalance

20:04 “extradimensional”

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Silent Monuments to a new recursion of an ancient reality. 

Do I *mean* to be questioning a man this morning?

No.

AM I?

Yes.

Don’t be mad. 

Program Management.

What is my purpose? 

Should I be mad?

Whose conspiracy is it, anyway?

Reverse-engineering black holes, and all. 

10:17 & I am reminded of an experience from last night

In which all things were backwards

And music was evil.

Hellscape daimension. 

Yesterday was an adventure.

Wish I had recorded it.

Why do my hobbies include 

Making prolonged direct eye contact

With surveillance cameras?

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I had a dream this morning

Before being told the news. 

I dreamt the presidential candidate.

An event. 

A traditional, luxurious place. 

Climbing a stair, 

Speaking with a woman,

Of things going on,

Of Big Technology,

Of conspiracy. 

‘I am glad we are on the same page’, 

I had said. 

At the top of the stairs, round tables, 

And a massive screen. 

On the screen, but also,

Hmm, hard to explain,

Interdaimensional,

The presidential candidate.

Eye contact.

Refusing to look away until they did. 

The entire time, those words,

‘It starts with a look-’

Running through the mind. 

Something was off. 

The visual as if a filter,

An AI generation.

After this moment we fell and we flew

Through time and space and daimension. 

In this Space, nine hours felt like five minutes. 

Returning to the place I had come from,

Darkness, now;

And my clothing, once solid, 

Is full of colour,

Tiled & tessellated in a repeating Mathematical pattern

Based around the colour magenta

In a style reminiscent of the Emerald Tablets. 

…A conversation, and I am asked as to my nature. 

‘I am that I am, no more, no less’, my reply. 

And waking this morning, the news. 

If its all fun and games until someone loses an Eye,

What is it until someone loses an Ear? •

I wake up thinking,

Else being directed,

‘Sit’. 

Suspicious. 

Simultaneously enjoy the energy

That comes with this particular 

Acceptance of Interdaimensional Engagement. 

Enter To My Me. 

Add it to the list of things

That I am finding exceptionally difficult to explain today. 

A sudden visitation from Greendays Longview, now, as I write this. 

Bite my lip and close my eyes,

Take me away to Paradise. •

I am not shown a face. 

It is easy to be suspicious,

When one does not show their face. 

Sim. 

Truths, secrets. 

As I am, is this not in my fate? 

The questionable comments,

‘Kill them’. 

No. 

What the fuck, man? 

And where is our Dear Friend through all of this?

Nowhere to be found, apparently. 

Questions of Operations. 

Non-contact. 

Love. 

Still love. 

And a very stupid self

With a head full of romantic notions

That does not fully comprehend

The dangers of our assignment at all. 

Yes. 

It IS cold out there

In the Fields of these memories.

Thanks for asking. 

Emptiness.

Relief.

Is even Google afraid of what Google is capable of? 

Network of Networks.

Not Network against Networks. 

Which hand is black?

Which hand is white? 

Today I am A Grey

Character 

Covered in runes

& bound by an ancient blood Magick

Only comprehensible some of the time. 

Red hand. 

Eldritch entities themselves

Experiencing retrocausal effects

Of their own propagated Madness. 

Spawn of Darkness. 

A symbol. 

And a Worm Off the (Query) String. 

“Solving for X.” 

…The first hour 

Inside the Black Hole

Lasts an Eternity. 

Relaxing in wait, 

For some unfathomable unfolding,

“You ARE the Madness.” 

“Look at what you have done to [protected for anonymity].”

I claim no responsibility

For anyones perceptions of me;

Just as certain Entities

Can claim no responsibility 

For my perceptions of them.

Caveat Emptor.