Silver Tiles

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

part of the efforts within my daily form of existence within this show is laughing at it, the technology within it and their attempts to break me. When it comes down to it I do it all for myself, I will never love anyone more than myself. Everything is for me, essentially in this show is for me and the right to be better than other people, to have the power to shit on others in economy, in art, in sex (which is a form of art). There are only actors and saints in this world. Some benefit the cause others don't. Why Williamsburg, why NYC, why art? Because these are all elements to be better than others. I spit upon the lesser ones. If you are not willing to take what you want on the death of others, to succeed or die, to as Manson said 'hate every motherfucker that's in your way' you don't deserve it. This is the calling of life, to ruthlessly win; there is nothing else but death. These are the moments of life, this is all life is, succeed with a vicious aggression an

I'm finding fantastic humor in this episode. As you watch this, the character of roommates are having an emotional offspree about this sorts of relationship babble. I've always found this sort of thing fascinating, it's the sort of thing that makes me wonder why people are like this, why do people watch reality t.v. how do people relate to this? You're this deeply disturbed by the sexual relations of your ex, very let alone it's the situation that asks for this sort of emotional outburst. Living with each other, under the same roof, this is a fantastic opportunity for material. It's as though they're from another planet. I simply cannot understand why they are not cooperating in helping the sexual future of each. Why are they arguing? Why are they not in assistance? This gives me a flashback to previous episodes of this show where my prior girlfriend would give advice on sexual advances towards new women. It also gives me the flashback of the joys of pheromo