Silver Tiles

I'm being attacked on the mental plane. It's what causes this kernal panick situation that I've taken into account today. In the situation it's a combination of several items to confuse my identity with the situation. Or to speak ill of people I like and support. Thus this causes a panick and it essentially continues. It's in an event to prevent my artwork from furthering itself, from preventing my artistic process from freeing the spirit I believe in in Silas Rhodes, the spirit I find in S.V.A. and our combined astral status in Silver Tiles. The further I work against this evil nothingness that attacks me, the further I come to the keys to the Pfizer factory (Skittles) and we all come to the Williamsburg Arts Distrct. Skittles is much a creation of Silver Tiles jointly with my soul essentially forwarding the energy to create Skittles. It's through my center process, my controlled vision that spreads outward the dream. It's the kinship in dream, the process ...

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...

Anyday people had expected me to kernal panic. Instead I found Tabitha which was supposed to destroy me and somehow did something entirely different. I'm getting hit with the little lights and energy shits that across from me on this show. There's astral realms that are created for protection. There may be attacks from Hallerina but this I cannot see from the outside. I clear some dead areas in the shadows aside the sort of world that looks nightvision-esque. Vanessa restored to art school formulation creates in the cartoon world only one bowser character to fight who simply wishes to fill the world with hate. As time goes on it becomes further and further a world of madness. Silver Tiles involves alot of jumping around. I called out to my friends today and I believe I got Dillion across the way. Now that peace is made with Fairfield the sides of Williamsburg and Fairfield are united. It's a fascinated situation who you can get. The episodes are and aren't apart of ever...

I called upon the Rosicrucians for astral assistance in this battle. It gets a bit psychotic at times, so I brought in a form of help to assist in astral protection. I'm unsure exactly of how many I was being attacked from but it seemed as though this was the best idea possible. It seems like time I go out on the show and write something other than the blog. Although the blog is incredibly key. The astral beating last night brought further levels but is incredibly disturbing. I find it changes my entire reality. What I place in astral key books, and the whole situation. I ponder the outside. I think now I get where this is all going. It's incredibly far out @ times. Like at all times. I need to built then go out and create. I've got it now.

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...

There's someting awful on my base chakra. It's something physical, in some form of a lump that either has been created through this awful machine that transmits thoughts into me or fucking implanted. This thing is all for real, I meditate and go in there and find it and have to actually take it out. And it starts to work and starts to help but then I have to continue. I have to do a great deal of work to save my life, my soul my existence. Mind/Body/Soul; the three keys to keep you going. The three keys to your existence. My keys to the future. To saving my life. To saving everything. Williamsburg, my heart, my soul, my body. My art, my dreams, everything. From the start, the thing, the Hallerina has been draining me down, hitting me with lasers and finding ways to shut me down. Getting me to be fucked over. Let me assure you reading this, everything I told you on this T.V. show from the stuff about mentality to creating realms all of this stuff is true. I protected myself from...

So, I've got everything set thus far. And the walk across Williamsburg under the J,M,Z involved running through astral realms and reaching points of the past. It's all really quite, well, fucking happening. And it's a fantastic thing, Williamsburg will be built off the energy of Silver Tiles. Our combined astral auras will create the club/the refinery/the visual axis. It's not like a far out hippy thing, it's all for serious, Hughes clearly has machines to proove it. On the outside world kids everyone are surfing the astral realm and alas I openly shared a great deal of important secrets for the new generation, for generation XY so we could change the world, so Generation Y could change everything. So if they took me out the others wouldn't fall, and I spread this across the world. I even read you "secret" Rosicrucian teachings. I wanted to open the world of possibilties I found to you. Particularly to create another culture, to save the world from the...

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 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...

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....

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. Skylar

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...

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...