Silver Tiles

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'

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

Holy shit we're going to have a black president. Barack got the presidency for the D.N.C. and these people have been pumping my subconcious with fucked up awful shit for the last year. Like if I took sleeping pills I could hear the shit that they put into my mind, shit like 'the french way of life was changed forever in 1994'. Like they're putting all sorts of creepy shit into my head forever. I just woke up and I've realized that Barack got the presidency. And the year is 2008. I like him, I just had to comment on the situation of what's happening for me on the inside incase you're wondering. What you see on the outside, like who I become and what person I am to complete the mission is actually happening. I'm not bullshitting you, I'm at times amazed. Freaking out. Saying wtf. And on that note I've got it together and I'm happy he got the presidency. Too bad Joe Biden isn't a dude with a little beard. O.K. that's all I have to say ab

we're going to break the barriors every now and then on this show. I don't believe there's another person behind this, I. All that exists is Skylar. Today Skylar looks back on the circles I'm placed on the show and the general insult to my intellect. Sequence pattern into madness use the christie cummings character or the other fucking thing this Sarah Neufeld thing. One I don't like and one I never met but that's really not the point. So they know exactly what they'll get me to say so they put me in a sort of loop. That's your last shot, which is my favorite. This is very much like Manna-hatta. Except I think the mistake was I stopped writing those diaries. Anyhow, they get me into a loop and I simply do the same fucking rant/get bitter and complain. New dialogue is fantastic but for a great portion of the show I'm ranting to nothing, it's the fucking letter N. Everything else in this show: I want my fucking club. Okay but I need to learn to mas