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Soundloops

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

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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

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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

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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

if I was watching this in a basement of 215 I'd be fascinated where this is going

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

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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

Enjoyably Darkened

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