Silver Tiles

Today's level on the show was the outside Hart St. apartment corridor level. This sort of reminds me of something from neo-geo. In addition, I'm noticing the sense memory thing which is likely an implication on gay. It's essentially how the show works from the start, very disturbing but nevertheless the theme of the show. How serious the show gets depends on my performance level and how seriously I take the show. So we're leveling up on it, fat girl plays fat but ur skinny as shit. Understandable, but it's sad that I should pretend you're skittles kids and yet in the all in all this is the sitch i'm sort of placed into. WTF sort of, this is the game of the show. It's actually a really fantastic video game the only problem is if I fuck up I go nuts. If I win, I suppose I get the girl the castle the club and the holy grail of getting Williamsburg arts district status so we don't have to keep moving further and further out into Brooklyn. That's abou...

it's really like this; I'm laughing sometimes at the upsurd shit that I'm hearing out the window, it's so fucking funny. 'You're not Fairfield, Connecticut enough' 'progress' it's so incredibly adult swim at times. I can't really believe that this happens, it's so twisted humor that's out there. Then I also got an idea for a new Wonder Showzen esq show where this kid on crack just runs around trying to be a superhero (or go about his daily life) and his grandmother on crack (who's probably black even though he isn't) yells out catch phrases like 'be a good son!' 'I've never even grits' 'the begbugs kill you; I had bedbugs in the bronx, I hate New York' because this is the kind of crazy shit grandma willis said. Although, speaking of promoting myself on this T.V. show and having a sense of wit on the matter, in writing the film 'Harry and Grandma' the inspiration for the cunt of a grandma cam...

I'm having kind of a moment here, like a slight kernal panic in the idea of if I'm going to watch Sonic Youth. And it's incredibly symboilic and it's a really big deal b/c it's all apart of my height in symbolism and the greatness of the my soul in seeing the world premiere of 'smells like teen spirit' which forever changed my life. Then I smoked so I'm rather at the moment like fucked up in the situation of making immediate decisions, able to avoid the kernal panic but I wanted advice from the outside world. B/c if these shoes I'm wearing mean Fairfield and the Breen sort of power and these represent kurt cobain and the monican sort of power which is more essential to wear from a witty perspective from the outside? These and changing the world through binding a culture is how I plan to change the world. And now I'm going to sneak into Sonic Youth. Although I feel since everything went on in this matter (being on this show) there should probably ...

I've spent the night going through my first fuck and almost later fuck. It's a form of restoration inside my mind, I've taken into consideration how it's sexually mutilated me to have the girl I lost my virginity to as a perfume nightmare character in the show as well as the arcade fire which were probably never involved with the show. So, in the all it's been incredibly helpful to practice the control of the show. It also drew me a bit over the edge to smell Christies perfume on pete. Too far this was too fucked up and we'd together survived a nightmare of him. The shows psyche has to go one way or another. This makes most sense especially since I heard that voice on 725 9th ave questions about girls and want to take them. So creepy, so fucking creepy. so we're perfecting control of the waves of the show which are all set up amongst the show, which I just took into consideration being here (much like based off the grid wave theory of the indigo children). ...

the blood of my insides fill the Williamsburg bridge. My artwork becomes about this fucking disgusting TV show that squeezes the cum and internals of my cock. Again and again it continues through this on this show. Less and less human, I can only latch onto what's left of it. As though this will ever end, and it must but day and night I run through this. The ratings of my ability to model and act become a certain matter of figuring and guessing what you think on the outside. I still want the Williamsburg trine if that's possible I don't see why not. They burn my insides daily so I attempt to mold it, it rushes my writing. The holographic lights fuck with me day and night. A character I disabled as a person now rants day and night. Even if we failed Williamsburg we'd continue, but we're the biggest shit ever why would we fail? I still meant it despite anything that was revealed in reality. I hate having my brain read, I miss the silence and freedo. My humanity once r...

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'...

I'm in my own world of New York City. How very awful there should be any symbol to represen t any character that isn't observed as a part of this experience. Everything is mine, a fucking bubble planned in the city, within the bubble exists my madness, a world of psychosis that's freed me of all constraints. It's literally my set based around me, I can feel the pain joy honor suffering blood and madness home and homeless on a journey home back into New York. And sometimes I use the madness characters causing a psychotic state something I'd ask for, for my art. I'm so far beyond the world that I can start to feel and know I must stay 24/7 in madness but there's a certain kindof love in my world of pain like I've been electrocuted and one day others will look at me as I look at Lou Reed. A man kicked me and I've never been so happy to be kicked. I'm a part of everything the most beautifully spawned pavement tree ever empires as a small star explodi...