Silver Tiles

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...

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...

This is sort of a big moment. You're watching this worldwide. So we won't be getting into SVA this semester. I'm suddenly struck with a new sense of self love, ultimately it's always been for myself. Far too much has been stolen throughout this show including the Fairfield project. Far too much was built on kindness and heart. Far too much has been secretly created by the person who formerly inhabited this body and I simply don't understand his morality or whatever it is these people keep saying to me. I recall who I am, before this began and where I'm going. I understand the fact of lacking any comprehension of what they're talking about. I don't understand their words of appreciation, all I truly appreciate is my city. All I truly comprehend is moments walking alone in New York. All I comprehend now is the need to finish what he started. There are several pieces to use, however it must be done. Too much was taken away from me in the time before I took...

I'm attached to my suicide Meghan hoodie. I was going to kill myself but then I realized there's art school girls out there and I could try and be cute and make art and impress them with that. That gave me incentive to live, then through that we found Skittles and the trine. When you tear away the heart it's what you find; art school girls. So I made art and lived. That was the beginning of the Fight Club season, it was one of my better seasons. You have to be inventive with this sort of show. So now we're on Tragic Kingdom: Oi to the World, And it's only the start. But I'm between sane and not. Flashes of 725 9th ave with direct confrontations. The level got harder. Now I have to try. Now I have to create an entirely different way to deal with this show. And take into consideration how this looks on the outside world. And I was written into this situation. So it's only going to get better. I miss sanity and Darla and Liza and being a person. Skylar

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...

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...