Silver Tiles

Created the energy grid for ancient landmark to call home. Williamsburg is astrally connected now to the future, the open abilities connected through Silver Tiles. The realm is protected by the eyes of the world, using the energy vamp theory in a positive light: through Essenes and built of the blood of my souls memories in true heart, love, son of Isis through love of women through the conflict against the darkness of nothingness, the empty nobodies who wish to flush away the spirit of tomorrow: flushed away by gateway and guardian. Center ofw orld protected as beacon. Soul tired a bit. Charge Quickly. <3 Skylar

things are coming along with the meditations. What a tucked situation, living on a show where lights are set up to toy with you. This is the situation, figuring out how to express while preparing for the antagonist character attacking. Crystal meditation next. All the elements that were manipulated away from me in the beginning of the show. It comes down to immunity in spiritual function. You're going to see me fuck up and succeed. It's a tucked up insane show involving so many layers of reality that I seemingly have to touch them all before it ends. Most certainly my favorite season. This shits turning into running levels on a treadmill but you can see this as well.

I haven't carried a blog for a long time. Since fucking 9th Ave. It's a form of flashback and flashforward. I never should have stopped the blog. Everything grows to a higher level of difficulty. Everything should be done with precision. It's all becoming a matter of psyche exactness. It's a night at Hart st (williamsburg) and I'm wondering how this shit is broadcasted. And how incredibly large this show is. Who watches Skylar as he sleeps. And who knows Skylar shouldn't be sleeping. Not that I have the ability to know this, just that it's obviously happening. There's some form of sleep forcing in this show and I wonder what the fuck the holographic thing is. Strange items that hit me. They used to say hell on my rooftop in Manhattan. I need to formulate my script for williamsburg quadrophenia. It's so obvious that it's a show to the extent that people now immediately show me a cop newspaper article after I rant about I'd rather join the nypd

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

So, we're in Union Square this episode (or portion of the episode b/c how the fuck do they rate these things)? It's a moment to take to file, a duck and cover never allows furthering. I take this into consideration when looking back at the prior models of self allowed to inhabit this body. As I rise as actual, these molds of pretend come into the reflection of really taking the pattern of pretend failure out; there's a great deal of clapping and file amongst us, it's Saturday night and it's time for the show. I allowed a great deal of time to pass in the quiet humble of nothing. Promotion without accomplishment. It's an entirely different situation in this series of the show. Appearing sludgent, quiet, following these pretend hurts never comes into play in the modern incarnation of the television show. I spent such a deal of time in the past following the appearance reaction; you'll make them happy if you sleep in the night, quietly allowing the exterior app

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'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

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