Silver Tiles

I need the astral energy from T.V. There's something about having the connection to I.F.C./Sundance/Current T.V./H.B.O. on Demand/Showtime (for Dexter/Californication. DO NOT watch censored versions of good shows. This is like watching 'Sex and the City' on T.B.S. You're missing the whole deal. It's like they take the colors of the city and splash grey and dirt on it when they tarnish the art in that way). I miss the television. The need for constantly consuming the energy from my prior L.C.D. leaves me in a situation of madness. I requite the random skip through channels. It's the connection even though i only watch like 4 channels. And I used to watch 'Wallstreet Warriors'. You know what excites me most, when I fucking came to S.V.A. as a freshmen the fucking R.N.C. and protesting that shit was the big too do excitement in N.Y.C. and you'll see like a cheap camera phone photo on one of the forecastmazy photo books of cops with plastic handcuffs. An...

The death of a cat murdered by the hands of the owner of Hallerina. The godhead carmen ex husband creature. The disgusting being of murder.

It's a psychological war. Playing this sort of game, with the astral and the mental. It's really fucked up. I should be writing directly to Urban Outfitters girls so I'm going to at this moment. This shits very real, very realistic, very much happening and very much fucked up. In the latest episode, I went through creating realms and going to battle against Halerina and it's owner. It hurt greatly but worked out really well. The trick with this thing is it attempts to get you angry all the time. It wants to take your own theories and just have you be ridiculously angry, stupid and absurd in reacting to everything. Basically it wants you to turn into it. It wants you to become one of the savages over the demon knight boarder of Bridgeport. It also wants you to become the villain, or rather more specifically it wants you to die. Since you can see all of this on T.V. I don't have to explain what goes on in my head, let me explain how it feels. Many times it hurts physi...

Something awoken within me. I recall being hypnotized and I recall what they do during the night. I do not accept lightly being called roshambo. I find this highly insulting. All shall be accomplished. The modeling, the film, the company. I simply find no reason to stop and see this attempt to call me roshambo an attempt to allow me to take myself less seriously. There is nothing in this world I take more seriously than myself. I don't understand why I would ever allow myself to take myself less seriously. This is foolishness I will not allow. It seems as though I make a great leap forward and they attempt to push it down. Then I see what's happened and I make a further effort. I am not this roshambo. Skylar

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...

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...

so in todays episode you saw me read the entirety of a book on Nihilism outside the Domino refinery. This is the place we'll live when all of this is over. We're on TV so I'm more or less counting on the mayor to open it up as an artist refuge. (one part of the Williamsburg trine). This is a perfect level for a videogame level in the show. And in this show there's fucking levels like reading one book in an entirety of a night as I'm distracted by t.v. Show producers who shine info red lights and weird ass shit like that in my eyes. It's a fucked up show. But I'm reaching the level of abilities I was at prior to the show. When I was a person. Now people read my thoughts. So fucking weird. Fucks up everything. I don't fucking understand the technology of this show, you do you live on the outside. I finished the French Illumanati guide book of sorts thing I found off Esoteric Archieves. I need to take my notes throw it into 'the bible' I'm buil...

I've learned the way to fix the mentality of the show. This is essentially what happened last time, but there's pretty much no return from this point. Firstly, there is no such thing as giving up. Only death is failure, aside from that every moment of every person I know will be used for the creation of my club on Flushing Avenue (Skittles) out of the old Pfizer factory, Williamsburg will be turned into an arts district which will give low cost housing to artists. Thus, there will be several artists in the area free from the worry of spending money and high costs rent able to walk over to the club. In addition, the Domino refinery will be the first of these low costs housing, there will be studios on the left and on the right. Thus, there will be artwork from artists I know to showcase during the day. I will have an H.D. station on the upper portion of Skittles, this will replace the fact that M.T.V. no longer exists and restore music videos to its place in the world. This is b...

I want to be very particular about what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. Hi there, you're watching my T.V. show and i'm growing. I've realized the reason I do everything is because I AM better than other people. That's the drive, that I want to spit on you when I've succeeded. I want to laugh at you. I want to spit directly in your eye at my success. That's the reason I do this, for the selfish reason of succeeding. That's the reason I live, everything and everybody is a course of the wall, another brick, another element. It's merely a matter of success. Selfishness. The need to succeed. The good/bad things. Everything. The reason I wake up in the morning, the need to succeed, it's all self motivated. It's because I'm better than you and I'm going to back it up, I'm going to succeed and spit on everyone who's failed. Because that's the only reason to live. It's cute that they have people argue on my t.v. show. I lov...

Furthering the development of ones self involves following the rules of 'The Game'. Today, we've implemented the development of bodily existence. The body receieved from the prior host is incredibly weak, displeasurable to myself. Therefore, following the rules of the game with great disciplin is essential to furthering my process. Masturbation will only take place on Thursdays, this is because Boogaloo was on Thursdays, from which the sexual evolution was based upon (proof of prior inhabitant in connection to art school girl) alongside the D.J. Brock Daves who inspired the fact that a fan following can provide you both with revenue and a scene, plus excellent music via The Pixies, which when played leaves the girl in the corner, well, in the corner. Nevertheless, today on the show we're going to further the Williamsburg, Quadrophenia project. Early in the day, so I suppose you'll see a bit more of these entries later in the day. I am becoming rather adjusted or per...

It's early morning, it's become hoodie weather again. I'm starting to notice the strange consistancy of the quietness of Hart st. There's always sleep hours. I don't see any reason to sleep but they put me to sleep with soundwaves. There's something very wrong about that. Something in the sequence of placing myself upon the pedestool of being prepared to create the next artistic work of genius, the amazement that Williamsburg needs to save it and then the nothingness attempts to prevent this. This I will not allow. It is much like the naming of a Tabitha queen in a realm of green.blue.red it's very specific and very much implosive to their devises. Yes I am on a television show, and yesterday on the show you watched as at Yo La Tango I failed to pick up a girl but did greatly enjoy myself. Yo La Tango also agreed with me on the situation in Williamsburg. They're thinking of closing McCarren Pool. They're also thinking of closing Williamsburg it seems...

I've created this blog to log my daily occurences within this T.V. show Since the beginning of this show I've known it as some sort of set up, I couldn't trust everything within it. So we're going to go forward from this point. If you're watching this then you're going to look back on the blog and see what I've already written. We're going to take everything from this point we're going to take it from the fact that my love for a band was manipulated, manipulating my feelings for Sarah Nufeld of the Arcade Fire later taking a girl from my novels (Vanessa) who was based off Christie Cummings and creating some hellish nightmare world where I'd delete the fucking novels I threw in everyones faces and later attempting to break down my love for Fairfield, Connecticut which I essentially threw in everyones face for being from. Later creating a world through all of this, where Brooklyn (Williamsburg) is an artistic revolution and then attempting to creat...