Silver Tiles

Today's level on the show was the outside Hart St. apartment corridor level. This sort of reminds me of something from neo-geo. In addition, I'm noticing the sense memory thing which is likely an implication on gay. It's essentially how the show works from the start, very disturbing but nevertheless the theme of the show. How serious the show gets depends on my performance level and how seriously I take the show. So we're leveling up on it, fat girl plays fat but ur skinny as shit. Understandable, but it's sad that I should pretend you're skittles kids and yet in the all in all this is the sitch i'm sort of placed into. WTF sort of, this is the game of the show. It's actually a really fantastic video game the only problem is if I fuck up I go nuts. If I win, I suppose I get the girl the castle the club and the holy grail of getting Williamsburg arts district status so we don't have to keep moving further and further out into Brooklyn. That's abou

it's really like this; I'm laughing sometimes at the upsurd shit that I'm hearing out the window, it's so fucking funny. 'You're not Fairfield, Connecticut enough' 'progress' it's so incredibly adult swim at times. I can't really believe that this happens, it's so twisted humor that's out there. Then I also got an idea for a new Wonder Showzen esq show where this kid on crack just runs around trying to be a superhero (or go about his daily life) and his grandmother on crack (who's probably black even though he isn't) yells out catch phrases like 'be a good son!' 'I've never even grits' 'the begbugs kill you; I had bedbugs in the bronx, I hate New York' because this is the kind of crazy shit grandma willis said. Although, speaking of promoting myself on this T.V. show and having a sense of wit on the matter, in writing the film 'Harry and Grandma' the inspiration for the cunt of a grandma cam

I'm having kind of a moment here, like a slight kernal panic in the idea of if I'm going to watch Sonic Youth. And it's incredibly symboilic and it's a really big deal b/c it's all apart of my height in symbolism and the greatness of the my soul in seeing the world premiere of 'smells like teen spirit' which forever changed my life. Then I smoked so I'm rather at the moment like fucked up in the situation of making immediate decisions, able to avoid the kernal panic but I wanted advice from the outside world. B/c if these shoes I'm wearing mean Fairfield and the Breen sort of power and these represent kurt cobain and the monican sort of power which is more essential to wear from a witty perspective from the outside? These and changing the world through binding a culture is how I plan to change the world. And now I'm going to sneak into Sonic Youth. Although I feel since everything went on in this matter (being on this show) there should probably

I've spent the night going through my first fuck and almost later fuck. It's a form of restoration inside my mind, I've taken into consideration how it's sexually mutilated me to have the girl I lost my virginity to as a perfume nightmare character in the show as well as the arcade fire which were probably never involved with the show. So, in the all it's been incredibly helpful to practice the control of the show. It also drew me a bit over the edge to smell Christies perfume on pete. Too far this was too fucked up and we'd together survived a nightmare of him. The shows psyche has to go one way or another. This makes most sense especially since I heard that voice on 725 9th ave questions about girls and want to take them. So creepy, so fucking creepy. so we're perfecting control of the waves of the show which are all set up amongst the show, which I just took into consideration being here (much like based off the grid wave theory of the indigo children).

the blood of my insides fill the Williamsburg bridge. My artwork becomes about this fucking disgusting TV show that squeezes the cum and internals of my cock. Again and again it continues through this on this show. Less and less human, I can only latch onto what's left of it. As though this will ever end, and it must but day and night I run through this. The ratings of my ability to model and act become a certain matter of figuring and guessing what you think on the outside. I still want the Williamsburg trine if that's possible I don't see why not. They burn my insides daily so I attempt to mold it, it rushes my writing. The holographic lights fuck with me day and night. A character I disabled as a person now rants day and night. Even if we failed Williamsburg we'd continue, but we're the biggest shit ever why would we fail? I still meant it despite anything that was revealed in reality. I hate having my brain read, I miss the silence and freedo. My humanity once r

I'm taking into consideration where this T.V. show currently is. Essentially, I've said my piece on the past and I'm tired of going backwards in the show. That's all happened, you know how I feel on my past now and how I'm going to always feel. Characters through characters my speech this morning really put everything into proper perspective. So now, at this point in the show this is how I'm seeing it. It's all sort of like something in a Bjork world, it's sometimes like Matthew Blarney and it's sometimes like my dreams on crack. I'm walking through the streets and people are commenting and yelling, they're projecting items into my head and pretending to be people I no longer believe is necessary for them to pretend to be. I'm taking it all as crazy producers yelling the funniest of shit at me at all times and attempting to distract me and stop me from doing what I'm doing. The light theories are still in play. In addition, there'

I'm in my own world of New York City. How very awful there should be any symbol to represen t any character that isn't observed as a part of this experience. Everything is mine, a fucking bubble planned in the city, within the bubble exists my madness, a world of psychosis that's freed me of all constraints. It's literally my set based around me, I can feel the pain joy honor suffering blood and madness home and homeless on a journey home back into New York. And sometimes I use the madness characters causing a psychotic state something I'd ask for, for my art. I'm so far beyond the world that I can start to feel and know I must stay 24/7 in madness but there's a certain kindof love in my world of pain like I've been electrocuted and one day others will look at me as I look at Lou Reed. A man kicked me and I've never been so happy to be kicked. I'm a part of everything the most beautifully spawned pavement tree ever empires as a small star explodi

Atleast the kernal panicks are gone. As for the T.V. show I'm reaching new levels with this sort of thing. I'm noticing all the lasers or weird fucking lights that are going on. I'm also seeing that it's a show with a matter of concentration. I'm personally enjoying the yelling peanut gallery in the background. I'm also taking into consideration everything that's happened before. I keep saying the same entries daily but at the same time I want the show to end so I'm reflecting on each episode and incident with what happened and my reflection on it. There's a mason meeting today I should call bhob. It gets really deep into the plotline of things and I sort of have to recharge constantly. This show is so fucking weird but the fact that it's happening just proves the outlandish nature of the world I live in. Am I getting farther or only writing in this blog. Does my mind appear better as time goes on or am I just in a constant loop? I think I'm

Now we're taking the T.V. show in the right direction. Now we're going where the show should be. Isn't this kindof weird that we're in haiku mode for this show. Jack doesn't like being taken advantage of. Jack wants the T.V. show to end. Yada, yada, yada. So I finally figured out a way to disable this weird madness in the show. It seems from the beginning they were attempting to take away sexuality from me, twist my life against me starting with Christie Cummings. So I disabled the entire thing, just remembering what happened, because I got sick of hearing characters of this and characters of Sarah Neufeld speak semi-retarded constantly. One I dated one I never met (but meant to fuck). What the hell has been going on in my life? They took my childhood sexuality with Christie Cummings and turned it into a crisis. Then they took this entire thing, they fucking put the perfume on Carmen's husband when they sent me back there and now I've realized that's gon

I'm not entirely into the new joker. It's rather awkward. The fact that this is happening on T.V. is all so strange. I still have to walk around and do my thing. The exterior walk around the set of N.Y.C. and try to figure out if there's ever a way off this show. I've figured out a way to forward myself. To get a future. To atleast solidify my own existence. And you're watching this on T.V. so it's all sort of strange but everyone is essentially watching this. Sometimes it goes back to the hospital, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes they wish to compare this period of time to the prior period of times. Can you compare the Smells Like Teen Spirit (Butch Vig) period to this Tragic Kingdom: Oi to the World season? I don't know, I'm sure plenty of people will. It's definitely obvious. They're going to set me free from this when they prefer to. It's important to speak about what's going on openly. I don't know why this is going on still.

Connections on past to future and the interconnectedness prior.

There's a certain deal of psychological portions within this show. The worlds of mentality that which I create within, it's a bit complex and I suppose the person who'd dealt with this before was really into it. As we go on with the creation of actual energy within words within time within space we start to push the series forward. The series is based off my life my life is based off return to the motherland the motherland is N.Y.C. I thought through the creation of the prior series in a place I hadn't really complexly pondered. I'd pondered the series of cartoons through my childhood. Moments in psychological and layers within everything. Now is an excellent time to create the 2nd diary. I'm seeing that everything is going to spill over and I can't have that. I'm going to go forward with the show, I don't particularly want the show to continue forever but I have to figure out whatever I'm going to do. Next, I will create the next diary. <3 Sk

It's a second to second update with my status on this thing. Let's see where we're going with this... The fat girl across the way enjoys flashing lights at me, but I think I've gotten the hang of this game. It really is alot like a video game, like Willy Beamish like every other fucking video game I played for Sega CD. I question the immediacy of the diary entries but they're more or less my status logs in the creation and fulfillment of furthering things. Since i've gotten past the idea of pretending this isn't a show. It's really like that point where we have to take it as it is and further things because this is how it goes everytime. Attention furthering, I want to look over my last night and take into consideration what I did last night and that the show is basically based around me being an asshole and how successful I am at whatever it is that I do. Aside from that there's not alot else the show is about. Oh, the whole personality break down t

So, this is after the incident of having a spark of Jesus Christ Art Star and seeing how this helped to solidify my personality/create the current character. After a fantastic speech it's a matter of seeing how my writing patterns continue. So far not so bad. It's also a matter of seeing how those outside have oh, been placed in assembly outside today. The commentary with the camera is going decently, the anger lasts a decent amount of time. Aside from that it's a matter of dealing with, no, I say this every time. I spent a mass amount of time saying that. The T.V. show wahhh wahhhh wahhh. WTF am I going to do that for, it doesn't make any sense. Doesn't make it end. This one is really interesting, It's semi angry but not so much. I'm also learning how it is that the anti character effects me. Definitely does. Although less and less over a period of time, ironically this is much like a different version of my Rosicrucian teachings (what I'm doing now w/f

I'm in the middle of creating the perfect EQ for the 9th symphony. I'm finding my way out of this maze that they have me psychologically trapped in. I'm trying to figure out sexually what they attempted to do inside my mind. Either they're speaking true me or I had a revelation of sorts. It would seem in terms of psychology with they attempted to attack from the beginning was my sexuality. They then went from Christie up to Sarah Neufeld which would have been a huge ultimate, laying a girl in my favorite band. Serious deal. Since my art, my life, the reason to live comes from sexuality it's heavily likely they took this into account. It seems from there they went to attack anything from there. This would make sense. I'm just thinking of how they went about this, how it actually happened, finding my way back to reality. Attack Christie, attack Sarah Neufeld, turn them into the psychological enemies the nightmares of my existence. I haven't even gotten laid th

I'm still figuring out exactly how this works, I'm decently sure because of the status of my religion from the beginning I was supposed to use this to my advantage. That it was what I'd said to Hughes about the Einstein quote on the combination of religion and science being an essential that started this. Or perhaps the Char Cornell moment where I had said 'my life as a T.V. show would be a great fucking show' combined with the quote to Sarah Ritch after a night of watching Wonder Showzen where I'd said 'that's like the world inside my head. I feel like I just left home'. Some combination of that and my ability to stand through 2223A and suddenly to decide to stop talking that created this show. So in this instance, where you're watching me use meditation to attempt to control my brainwaves/looking over the focus factor compared to what they're using, I believe I'm bringing everything together. Part of the importance of this level of Silv

I've decided to take into consideration how the show is and exists and to create something beyond simply this blog. This is the process of how the show works when we first started this show @ 725 9th Avenue #3d. This is back when I assumed the show was based off my 23rd birthday. You see, looking at how the show works, it's essential to have a certain amount of exactified control. I believe the show was set up to help me further my career by finding a way to accomplish everything I want, it happened my thesis year so I'd have to take this into consideration. Either that or I was naturally finding a method of precision in creation that I never got down, perhaps because I gave up or perhaps because I lost my psychological status as a Fairfield kid; allowed this to be manipulated, torn down and somehow Brooklyn/Williamsburg turned into some strange war over this. Getting beyond all of this, I'll do the following items to help this method: Mind/Body/Soul Layer 1 - Silver Ti

Looking back on Her Space Holiday, that was about expression and a deep emo like love of female, when did this become something that represented evil or some sort of greed? Why are symbols becoming engulfed by the nothingness or representing hate when they should be representing some form of love, expression and this openess? I see that happening from the fucking birds and the rising phoenix to Fairfield, looking over everything it feels like that's what was happening. Symbols were becoming symbols of hate, strength becoming weakness. It's wrong, it's fucked up and never what I intended for any of this. Something's going right in the fixing on Fairfield in my mind. So I'm going to address this with the fact that you're all watching this, they're obviously inside my mind I see what's happening but if they're going to fuck me over with this situation then they're going to. I'm not going to allow it to happen but these are incredibly powerful pe

I'm in a sorts of stream now. It's the situation I've been before and this is a sort of situation where I'm either going to get further or continue on the same pathway. You're watching this so you know more about where we're going with this than I do. I'm in need to continue the cash, I'm in implication that there is an end that there's a sort of pattern of faith in the end of this. So I continue walker, uh alright, but looking into the overall situation certain things are obvious about this show. Shit like the fact that they changed the refridgerator doors. Shit like being contacted. Small things like the three monkeys referencing back to my music videos, everybody shakes their heads and do this sort of thing. Alot of the times there so much references. References to Skittles references to Williamsburg references to everything. And you're watching all of this from the outside so either this is or isn't going to work out. I really need to ref

You've just watched the episode where I realize how they get me into soundloops in this show. I get sort of sidetracked on the way I'm writing this. They used to call this eclictic except on this show they fuck me up real bad on the matter. So it's coming along, I successfully accomplished a snypsis of the show. Now I can do my little quips. I need the camera battery for the d.v.x. it's important to me to simply has a voice of how I feel about things. Not the official way it happened but just a way where we look upon it, like looking back as a New Yorker and thinking into the future. Really thinking, when I look back at the amazing opportunity that I had with this show. Also how incredibly fucked up I was because of this show and everything I went through, all the layers of psyche they tore through and everything to get to this point. It's important to me to express for me. It's important to have some form of self love throughout this show, to at this point fulf

How dare these little fuckers attempt to take away my art school memories. How dare these little fucks attempt to take away my Fairfield memories. How dare any little fucker try to take away my soul. Unfortunately, or rather more for me and the strength of my ability to flip this trick and spin it; I'll never allow you to further this. There's a loop they like to play and it's getting old. Get the boy angry, then get him to childish react to the opposite of whatever it is the character is saying. THEN I DON'T LIKE THAT. Then feel bad about that. I remember what's important from my life. The importance of my art school friends, the flashback of friends in childhood, everything that essentially matters. I'm realizing the state of mind they're placing me in through these entries. I'm deciding to change this because being bitter about this thing at any point is essentially worthless. It doesn't end to any further of an extent if I decide to sit around

When did this become my catch phrase? I have to stand by my catch phrases, I always have to question my own terminology. It's a sort of wholeness I find in looking at the entirety of the situation I've come through. I've gone through the ripping apart of my psyche from Fairfield and on and then I put humpty dumpty back together again. I'm figured out ways to do it without giving complex names and diagrams because we've done that before, because I become worried where they're going to throw it in the plotline because I see the difference in the year I'm in and realize the amount of people who are watching my show. Lou Reed is watching my show. So are the S.V.A. kids and I take all of this into consideration and it sort of puts into perspective the insanity I'm in. I take into myself really who I'm talking to when I talk. From there, I take into consideration what matters and what doesn't. The rest are the scraps of the world, I couldn't give t

And now I only jerk off on Thursdays. What the fuck. I'm pondering the levels of my psyche and damage that's been done throughout this show. I'm taking into consideration now creating this blog in terms of art of the general overall project in reflection to humanity instead of hiding what's happening. I'm taking into consideration what's happened over the period of time this projects happened. I'm thinking about it further like 2 years. I'm thinking back to series zero because I really miss being a person. Being a person was great, being a human, being a something, having a religion; the safety of my mind, the place inside myself and the safety of my room. They get me to pause when this happens, they get to yell something and I pause, when the fuck did I start to reflect on this T.V. show in terms of responding to such popular catch phrases as "don't stall" and "please don't stall" amongst "bold move" and other popul

would I reach more characters in this show if I jump onto the homeless bandwagon? Will this be more fun than the current level of the TV show with lasers they hit cock and self. It's a Thursday evening and that's sacred for the night I'd hookup w/SVA hipster girls and alike @ Boogaloo. It's a friend pallet but now I'm just promoting Brock as DJ to get my club, it's reflective action trying to get something physical from the memories of my humanity when I reach that place again. Barack is supposedly running for president but I can't believe shit in this show they could have stolen that from my dreams. These people have magnets on my penis, let me share quite openly it hurts. My sanity if it existed is something of a version between madness and bitter quips. I look at everything and wonder WHY am I to ever again pretend this isn't a TV show? Why do freelance or anything the real wold requires? I could always street it. It's ubsurd. I want to return to

okay that title is ultimately a lack of effort. But it's representational of my new stance generally on everything. It's a reflection and I'd be most interested as an art school kid specifically living ithin my sacred building to see what I do when I stop playing the patsy pansy to a world I no longer have interest in sucking the dick of. What the fuck kind of crack did I smoke (and not get laid through) to live through this shit on auto-pilot? How dear they, anyone, create this cunt of a show without buying me a mario gun first. And that's a reference back to Decadent Diploma in a Hartford Empty room, that's a reference back to my own work available through amazon.com under k.maz. I'm being fucked up night and day by shit fucking lights and machines in the sequel to mannahatta. Fucking literally. Live and broadcasted through and around my mind. Fuck that shit and the voices of nothingness they attempt to consume; imagine The Neverending Story 2 meets the Wizard

There's a sideplot in this show, it's essentially called everything else that's going on. Pretty much, we have thevisualaxis or we don't. I have Skittles in Pfizer or I don't. I have Domino or I don't. When it comes down to it, that's really how things are going to be as far as matters go. Otherwise we're going to live through all of this daily. Which I'm learning to, creating a form of diamondship for myself. On the actuality of the television show there seems to be a function of attempting to break me down. Or rather, an attempt to fail my efforts to perfect myself. In the exterior, as a starfucker and as a person molded by the circumstances I exist in. So, I ultimately have to take consideration of this and deal with things really holding onto self pride. Because people are asking me the stupidest fucking questions, saying the most absurd things at all times and hitting me with lasers always. This is everywhere, and they're also hitting me wit

You're watching this. How do I explain this. There's certain levels that I can go through in this. It's actually working out as I thought it would, where unlike the previous attempts at pressing forward mentality and spirit with exactism it sort of happens within. There's essentially no way to explain it, thus there's no way to stop it. It's more or less instinct, it's very strange and at times becomes a bit too dark. I'm sortof finding the exact mixture for my day. The exactness of the flavor. B/c this is going to go on forever, or so I have to assume. While at the same time, it's incredibly key to consider the fact that it IS a T.V. show and DOES one day have to end. Thus, I have to press so it exists in the long run like for the rest of my life. I have to build my life around this factor, setting up my film corp and everything in nyc In Williamsburg. Building seeds. Trying to get things down. Do I have to explain this every moment? Yes. It's w

It's more or less apparent the interest in the T.V. show is what's in my mind. Still, the exterior creation is fantastic. So now we're having these daily episodes of being on the show and doing simple tasks like fucking reading and watching how the character affects me. It's fantastic, I'm having more fun than ever. We still have to get the corporation together though so I have to summon everyone tonight. Not quite sure about the matter of how the factories go exterior from the Truman Art School bubble. Since you're watching this, let's more so comment now on the situation of being in the show over the situation of what's happening: It's getting better and better. I stop pretending that I'm not in a show so they stop pretending that it's not, more and more it becomes obvious. What's the fun in producing a show with someone like me if I'm not willing to play with the audience. We're having alot of fun. I'm decently insane and i

very much like the letter N the puppet that speaks on this show holds the same semiretarded voice. Everything is ohh and a psychological manipulation on my emotional state. Part of this diary for me is a record of my own status in the levels of the show. Emotions are enforced with noises, discouragement is judged: it's fascinating to learn what succeed and what doesn't. A study in how we got to this point and the unsucessful portions of series 1. Oddly I wish my cum stood in my dick until it was ready. I ponder, do you know all of this shit ahead of time or am I exposing it to you. Like a sequel to Manna-hatta like Neo-Williamsburg; (or the hole beneath the bridge, ego plays). Essentially these are the moments that make me appreciate this show. If I was to invent a show, this would be it. Fucked up and twisted fucking Williamsburg running man. Atleast this season. Fascinating, on the creation of season Tragic Kingdom: Oi to the World they placed the difficulty level of Silver T

things are coming along with the meditations. What a tucked situation, living on a show where lights are set up to toy with you. This is the situation, figuring out how to express while preparing for the antagonist character attacking. Crystal meditation next. All the elements that were manipulated away from me in the beginning of the show. It comes down to immunity in spiritual function. You're going to see me fuck up and succeed. It's a tucked up insane show involving so many layers of reality that I seemingly have to touch them all before it ends. Most certainly my favorite season. This shits turning into running levels on a treadmill but you can see this as well.

so we're at the level on the show where I went with Ruebin's advice over going to see Bhob in everyones most despised town beyond the demon knght barrior. So I'm going to go with Ruebin's advice in this situation since he saved my life the last time I was inhabiting this body dealing with thesis and the reality of the SVA tv show. Although at that point I'd only considered SVA watching (and Pratt) kindof a NYC thing but my target audience was art school girls. So he played what we later came to refer to as the 'talent procurer'. One needs a lifeline on the outside in levels like this. So I'm running with Ruebin's advice cause he played art star saviour last time. And it makes sense if Bhob is going to contact me on the plotline of the show someone from SVA is bound to as well. What a fucking insane show. I kindof figure if Bhob contacted me perhaps the mayor will show up w/Skittles keys. Somebody just did the random bang. I'm starting to see the

So you're all watching this, and for some reason it's always like a way of my stating a reflection on the matter. Like overlooking the situation, I think about the fact that it's happening in real time. So, do I just go with it and comment instead of speeching like I did in 725 or do I give a little reflection over the events that are transpiring, a poetic entering of the wind blowing beautifully on the black sheets that look like the sheets that were very boyish in my original apartment. So bhob's offering me an safehaven from the producers to learn of the script of my life. Essentially he's acknowledging that I'm on the show and it's one of those direct gameshow ending things ~ except he's actually acknowledging that i'm on the show. So... is this the end of the show? Still, much like the previous inhabitance Caitlin coke heart crush, I am hesitant to believe that the show ends so easily. I am hesitant to believe it ends in general. And yet, it see

As you've just recently witnessed, I've changed the picture on my iphone from that of the black bug from the previous inhabitant of this body's placement in his caitlin love to my current take on the matter of forwarding the situation. Thus, it's a certain reflection in period, an incredibly big moment for the world and the television show. It's a moment of self love and self reflection. As opposed to the previous inhabitant. I believe something went wrong in his taking of allowing others to control the show. In a previous era of the show when I'd inhabited this body, I'd found the same situation with worrying how I'll be effected via speaking aloud, sharing my opinions, it's the most absurd thing. Especially for a writer, especially for a writer from Fairfield. I cannot doubt this. This is a strange situation when a remote falls. Yes, you are watching the television program on T.V. that's fantastic and i'm really proud of you. That's so

I am in the strangest position a man could possibly be in. The girl across from me sends awful flashes of holographic waves at me. I'm assuming they're to hurt me, whenever she looks up at me, there's something disturbing going on. Something awful, something that flashes some sort of awful hologram at me. It's surely not helpful. I recall the people from my high school having a higher sense of beauty. I went to school with very attractive people. Being around pleasurable things and beautiful women is fantastic. Essential. There is something ill about being around someone who is waiting for you to have a nervous breakdown and attempting to contribute to the matter through whatever it is that these people to do try and freak me out and break me down. Much thanks to the flashbacks of Sarah Camp and people from high school, as weird as this shit sounds it's somehow working out for me. I have no idea how this works and am hesitant to explain it, how it goes in my mind, b

I don't understand many of the phrases they keep throwing at me. It's strange I awaken into this body as Skylar as I am and I don't understand many of the phrase they keep throwing at me. I have memories of another person but I don't understand why they keep yelling through these catch phrase all these words, bitter and confusing. I don't get it I find it fascinating but I'm unsure sometimes why they speak this way. It should be a year ago however I do have map to follow and a different haircut, dryface and a strange bug bite or face punch. It feels as though the world awaits a breakdown as I'm some reincarnated antihero come to save Williamsburg while getting paid for saving North Korea through my green Gavitotas platform from soph midsummer class. <3 Skylar