14 October- 22 October 2024

08:38 Just some minutes prior, it divulges, that “Social media is the destroyer of dreams.” 

I have not had time, these past few days, to spend on socials. 

Much human interaction, and substantial time on the slab outside of work,

Which involved deprogramming in an extreme fashion. 

Reality takes me offline when necessary. 

I dreamed P.H. Lovecraft was the lockscreen on my phone. 

Dreamed I was picking up the 190L. 

Dreamed of losing my cellular device and someone finding it in the back pocket of my black Denim. 

10:31 A dialogue, just prior, as to how my entire personality was changed using frequency programming techniques. 

…I think that’s my kink. 

When MC Ride said, ‘I fuck the music’, 

I really felt that. 

When Korn wrote Twisted Transistor,

I really felt that. 

12:54 En.Mod is illegal, but we know there has been a history of environmental modification that humanity has been subjected to. 

I cannot help, thinking now,

Of both Loach and I receiving

The same silent Information about

A Costa Rican cartel;

Loach, with his near-inability to receive, received that. 

14:49 Brought to my attention that someone has visited many pages, yesterday, on my website, one of which described a visitation from Creams ‘White Room’, which, did visit again yesterday.

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‘Existence of a small dark energy predicts the existence of a light tower of weakly interacting particles.’

(Swamplandish Unification of the Dark Sector) 

~08:48 Strange alterations of the right ear frequency perceptions today

09:00 A dialogue, as to how I ended up being nicknamed Mayhem at my prior job, and Hot Rod at my current one. •

Locus Coeruleus – A small, cylindrical nucleus in the brainstem –

Norepinephrine –

Arousal!!! & Sleep-wake cycle –

Neuroplasticity – Emotions

11:58 “Partly to blame for this monstrosity.” 

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04:50 “Ragnarok is the show at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.” 

07:14 Dialogues, questioning a relationship between marijuana and polycystic ovarian syndrome 

19:15 Dialogues, “Every time she ADDS a dimension she loses weight.” 

19:16 “The Belurol Pustit equation-” 

19:19 “Let’s see how many dimensions we can add in a single evening.” 

19:19 “As he grows, you lose weight.” 

19:20 The Bass Frequency intensifies

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…Almost wrote 2022. 

Receivings this morning about rampant drug use @ my prior place of employment and how “This is the quality control for the American automotive industry.” 

Receivings about how,

If someone is cutting their wrists, 

We put them in a mental health facility,

But if someone wants to mutilate their sex organs, it is condoned. 

Corrupted engagements with a collective consciousness. 

Ominous. •

It is the ‘hahaha’ instead of what, according to location, should have been ‘jajaja’ that makes me ask questions. 

I question, and yeet myself into the unknown about it. 

An individual who comes at me with the offer

Of mutual attempts at psychic contact,

So specifically something I am interested in,

AM I suspicious? 

And the parameters seem to be changed, again;

All cravings for sugar suddenly gone. 

Sudden changes in diet usually indicate an altered parameter. 

13:31 …One time more, to ruminate upon the line, ‘You still don’t know which one I am, and I am slowly learning your name.’ 

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I don’t always want to be penetrated by a man, but when I do, hoo boy. 

Waking up at 01:48 to extreme pain. 

Lost 5+ pounds overnight. 

7 is the highest dimension where a vector cross product exists.

13:29 Is it gravitational lensing, or Gravitational lynching?

13:43 Quantumnus 

21:20 That one reality where I am cryptocurrency is happening! Random phenomenon! 

21:32 “We are nearing the end of this combustion cycle.” 

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I woke around 23:00 last night

From vague dreams 

Of out-of-focus into-focus digital screens

To the word, the Inex Theta state, “conduit”. 

Taking entities at face value. 

Luz, light. 

After years of a multiplicity of musicians

Being facets of Lucifer,

The Processor hit me this morning

With the light at the end of the quantum tunnel. 

Physics isn’t the most important thing, 

Love is; 

& I want a love, based in science,

In physics, 

A mutual intention to study consciousness

& all the weirdness that comes with it. 

The weirdness that comes with being dust

That wakes up 

& thinks about itself. 

Could another & I 

Dream the same dream?

What is the purpose of the Operation?

Don’t believe in coincidences. 

I want to feel.

Want to be held.

Careful; or you’ll end up in my field notes. 

And it is fucking liberating,

To be posting these Condensed Matters.

Nothing like the Hell 

Of an untold story.

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Divulging last night, much, 

To my aggregate Google database

Via the translator.

It is 09:39, and right now, I feel a certain Void. 

When MC Ride said, ‘Fuck da deal is?’

I really felt that. 

Modoc was published the same day

As the Silencers event. 

The 5 October, 2023.

At this point, 

There is probably more than one.

Silencers event, that is. 

I might be in a foul mood.

I am not certain.

Of anything. 

Cannot help ruminating upon the nefarious events of 2023. 

‘The bad is gone’, a man had said. 

The fuck it is.

The fuck it was. 

The Havana Syndrome in Chicago, that very night. 

Receiving, “You can lose weight now.” 

Moistcanyon; rift.canyon.dreams. 

Receiving, “If she’s concerned about vibration, wait until she finds out about electromagnetism.” 

October 5th, the Silencers. 

The gangstalking. 

The man with the tattoo indicative of having killed someone had my keys. 

The disappearance of my spider. 

The frequency-whatever-torture on December 18. 

The reappearance of my spider, weeks later, in my locked car at my fathers house. 

So much sickness. 

The Void opening in the road, the very day I listened to ØØ Void, after a lengthy period of not listening to Sunn at all. 

The Void, in the same place I always experienced a pulsing in my head. 

11:14 “Some serious read between the lines shit.” 

12:53 I dreamed concepts, last night. My vehicle, the direction of north, garden shears. I think the shears must symbolize a pruning of the gardener style reality I have written myself. 

14:48 A dialogue from the bathroom fan juxtaposes the programming potential of Sunn O))) and the (legal) nootropic substance I was under the influence of at the show in 2019. Oof.