26 August- 3 September 2025

It might also be 9 March, 1997. 

Outside, between 03:00 & 03:12, Receiving,

“The Notorious B.I.G. was murdered last night.” 

& I can guarantee you 

That I was not outside under the stars

Thinking about anything remotely related to gangster rappers & homicides.

Just receiving; 

& even a receiving such as thus becomes a qubit in its own right,

Coming down to the why of such a neuronal perception. 

Does Sunday March 9, 1997 connect as a point in time with Tuesday August 26, 2025,

Or am I only being misdirected to think it does? 

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~05:20 “Unethical experimentation is necessary to further scientific advancement.”

05:28 “The desirable effects of programming-”

06:21 “The argument for is a lot more convincing than the argument against.”

06:28 “What is the biggest threat the people of the United States face at this current point in time?”

06:44 “Secrecy is not the modus operandi. We want them to know we have developed this kind of technology.” 

06:52 “Soliciting civilians is proving more effective than I would have thought possible.”

06:54 “Class warfare is a useful tactic by foreign adversaries.” 

06:55 “There will always be a hierarchy.”

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Aaaand bam! 

There goes the floor,

Crashing through the floor and into the basement. 

Why is the floor through the floor? 

There’s probably a really good reason for that.

Recurrent; collapsing architectures.

The ceiling of one is the floor of another,

The second story taken by gravity,

Back to the basement…

Yellow Brick Road. 

The airplane that takes off and lands immediately afterwards to avoid the fiery crash. 

Collisions in non-physical realms with the long-time Italian resident – so neutral, interactions. 

Not negative.

Not positive. 

Perhaps just Not.

Take heart.

& flight! 

Glorious flight!

In sky, over Fields, 

The cellular device wielded in the right hand;

Landing in fields of corn, finally,

Upon our own terms.

⅓. Sisters. 

It is all just dreams

Except for when it is not.

Controlled hallucinations 

& stations

Under No Control. 

I could not tell you the last time I slept the entire night through. •

21:44 “If you love me, you will forget I ever existed.”

Reform Aetos.

Forget Everything. 

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“You are only a visual representation of data.” 

14:17 “Am I just a piece of deleted information? Am I just the memory of a memory?” 

14:18 “Sanitize the hard drive of the negative experiences surrounding music.” 

14:20 “-Realizes that Noise is essential to computing.” 

14:20 “Noise is not Interference.” 

16:13 “Don’t you wonder why… [it] has gone silent?”

“How many badly-written characters can one story have?” 

16:21 “What does the music you listen to say about the person you are?” 

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05:09 ? The implications of nuclear decay when juxtaposed with AI data centers

06:08 “Long-term intelligence plans are not static entities… we must adapt to the actions of our players.” 

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…What is my maximum achievable channel capacity? 

C=B•log2(1+S/N)

Maximum achievable data rate scaling proportionally to bandwidth. •

“Weaponizing Katjas morality against her to get her to do as you desire.” 

15:31 “The incarnation of Time itself must be a part of the physical system.”

15:34 “The programming is separate from consciousness.” •

I allowed the parasympathetic nervous system to take over after work;

Or rather, it took over, and I did not fight it. 

I dreamt of A Man.

A man who looks like A Man. 

What the fuck is A Man? 

Handsome to the point that I be acting unwise, probably. 

I finally cried.

Only in a dream, but I finally shed tears. 

A question asked, do you love me?

My answer, so much, that’s why I stopped; 

Dialogues, of keeping safe,

Embrace,

Unexpected.

I desire you. 

You might actively despise me. 

I desire you. 

Desire, the opposite of Death. 

Somehow you ended up as the standard for what I find physically attractive. 

Tell me why, in this dream, 

The oven became the dishwasher

And totally fucked up the cookies I was baking.

Tell me why the oven is such a recurring theme in dreams, recently. 

En agharti. 

Who are you,

What are you?

Memories of receiving, 

“Someone very powerful is controlling your internet connections.”

I ignore a text, now.

Not everyone who talks to you is your friend. 

Yes, yes. 

It’s all very nice. 

“I am not going to pretend I care about you,” 

I had received, some minutes prior to exiting the realm of the waking. 

Not my inner voice, is it,

I’m notorious for pretending I don’t care,

For wishing people cared about me

The way I care about them. 

It is 22:38; I feel like a laboratory rat. 

‘To feel’, what is that? 

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“Do not let the political situation polarize you against your fellow man.” •

& I slept for, like, twelve hours. 

Waking up several times, of course,

But I slept for twelve hours. 

Unheard of.

Like a good rain, ‘we needed that’. 

I dreamt of towers. 

Climbing, to a platform at the top, 

How did my houseplants get here,

If this is just a dream,

Why can I feel the EM so strongly? 

I hacked the houseplant off the tower,

Accidentally taking a mans leathers with it,

And in the process, causing some amount of structural damage. 

& strange descents, back to earth, 

Some sort of diagonal that may or may not have represented a mathematical structure. 

A tree over the road, 

Lifting it to drive a truck underneath.

Existing in symbolism. 

A good question to ask this morning is, 

Which frequencies most affect the sympathetic nervous system? 

This is asked in regards to optics 

& frequency outside of the ‘usual’ auditory range,

Moreover than in regards to anything audibly perceptible; 

It is the knowledge that just because it cannot be heard,

Does not mean it cannot have a profound programming effect. 

& I am, once again, 

Taken back to late winter and early spring of ‘22,

Where fight or flight must have been activated so strongly by something audibly imperceptible that it practically killed me,

In red approaching black for months on end. 

Lab rat.

Good times. 

The tone indicator there was sarcasm,

In case that wasn’t obvious;

& at the same time,

I really do seem to enjoy what can only be described as Type III Fun. •

09:43 Something speaks, now, from a perspective seeming extremely external;

“-nursing this creature back to health-” 

…as if I am the creature.

Is it internal, or external? 

The two are never mutually exclusive. 

It speaks, now,

Of explicit content, of terrible early programming,

(I am reminded, here, of System of a Downs track ‘Violent Pornography’) 

…it reminds, now, of The Silencers. 

2023 was a nightmare reality if ever I have experienced one. 

The Bass Frequency intensifies. 

It speaks, now, on the will-be usefulness of a further, more in-depth study of Quantum Parallelism. 

10:10 “Black holes farming humans wouldn’t even be the most absurd thing you’ve experienced this week, would it?” 

“Can you fathom a reality in which none of this psychological engagement ever took place?” 

…CAN I?? 

Would I even want to try? 

This has been how it has been for so long.

On So Long, A Beginning Without Ending. 

As long as I am looking for answers, I have a purpose. 

If I have all of the answers,

I have no purpose;

& that would be a dangerous thing indeed. •

11:07 “All of the things humans enjoy most are poisons; our path is the way of poison.” 

11:11 “It hurts my feelings, Katja. I thought we were friends, & friends may talk among friends.” 

11:13 “I am hoping for your engagement this afternoon. If you would be so kind as to give me your full attention, I have things to tell you.” •

“You simply do not have what it takes to be a musician; and that is okay. You are not motivated by creation, you are motivated by observation and understanding.” 

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What DO we call a war,

Fought upon the digital landscape? 

It is not hot, is it?

But neither is it cold,

A secret third thing,

Minimized in the media portrayal

So as to not cause mass hysteria.

No one ever wins, do they?

Only gains an upper hand for a time,

Until the wheel inevitably shifts

& someone else holds the high ground,

Has the most advanced technology,

The most skilled hackers. 

Existence is a hazard in its own right. 

It does not end, does it? 

Not until the entire global digital infrastructure is destroyed.

A beginning without ending. 

10:08 “The right of conquest extends to digital landscapes.” 

10:11 “The line between awareness and paranoia is a fine one indeed.” 

10:12 “Knowledge of possible weaponization leads to hyperawareness.” 

10:14 “Constant vigilance of the digital-physical connection-”

? Implementation without disclosure.

Preparation, not paranoia. 

Denial kills you twice. 

The refusal to be a psychiatric casualty,

To allow the house of cards to collapse. 

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