Silver Tiles

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

So we're in Times Square and I see Mickey Mouse with a fucking 'I love you' tongue and all I can think of is how Mickey Mouse's escapade is ass raping Coney Island, and it sickens me. So I spit on Mickey Mouse, and I hit a little kid. I hate kids but a New Yorker kid, well... So whatever the fuck the kids parents come after me and hit me twice int he face and so I run knowing well my body weight and ability; I'm not insane these guys can beat the shit out of me. It's a realism, the situation of bodily placement. But it felt good to be hit in the face, it felt like I was alive again where the rest of the show becomes moments in toying with my emotional struggle. And seeing if I'll still go towards the goal. There's a great deal more work to the goal, the physique and learning "player" which I wonder how is reflected via art neuveau girls. I am more creative than ever and the black and blue likely gives me a new character; different shading of sk

Furthering the development of ones self involves following the rules of 'The Game'. Today, we've implemented the development of bodily existence. The body receieved from the prior host is incredibly weak, displeasurable to myself. Therefore, following the rules of the game with great disciplin is essential to furthering my process. Masturbation will only take place on Thursdays, this is because Boogaloo was on Thursdays, from which the sexual evolution was based upon (proof of prior inhabitant in connection to art school girl) alongside the D.J. Brock Daves who inspired the fact that a fan following can provide you both with revenue and a scene, plus excellent music via The Pixies, which when played leaves the girl in the corner, well, in the corner. Nevertheless, today on the show we're going to further the Williamsburg, Quadrophenia project. Early in the day, so I suppose you'll see a bit more of these entries later in the day. I am becoming rather adjusted or per

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

part of the efforts within my daily form of existence within this show is laughing at it, the technology within it and their attempts to break me. When it comes down to it I do it all for myself, I will never love anyone more than myself. Everything is for me, essentially in this show is for me and the right to be better than other people, to have the power to shit on others in economy, in art, in sex (which is a form of art). There are only actors and saints in this world. Some benefit the cause others don't. Why Williamsburg, why NYC, why art? Because these are all elements to be better than others. I spit upon the lesser ones. If you are not willing to take what you want on the death of others, to succeed or die, to as Manson said 'hate every motherfucker that's in your way' you don't deserve it. This is the calling of life, to ruthlessly win; there is nothing else but death. These are the moments of life, this is all life is, succeed with a vicious aggression an

on today episode we've reached the free Tibet rally @ Times Square. I've come to take my place in leveling up in the Tragic Kingdom (oi to the world) season. You're watching as I use discordia to my advantage playing through the levels of this game you're clearly witnessing through televised means of one matter or another. Essentially they had five neos before they found the one who returned to source. Although I'd planned on using this as a means of communication to the outside world I'll call my Zach Morris time out if we need to go further. Continuing with the matter of where we're going and what we're doing: we've chosen Skylar as our neo. This show is so incredibly complex, taking into consideration the levels of reality one has to comprehend to understand what's going on. Currently we're leveling up against the time stealing platforms of the Eisenhowers (or the reg the norm the computer which hates art+life+the existence of everything