Silver Tiles

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

I'm not entirely into the new joker. It's rather awkward. The fact that this is happening on T.V. is all so strange. I still have to walk around and do my thing. The exterior walk around the set of N.Y.C. and try to figure out if there's ever a way off this show. I've figured out a way to forward myself. To get a future. To atleast solidify my own existence. And you're watching this on T.V. so it's all sort of strange but everyone is essentially watching this. Sometimes it goes back to the hospital, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes they wish to compare this period of time to the prior period of times. Can you compare the Smells Like Teen Spirit (Butch Vig) period to this Tragic Kingdom: Oi to the World season? I don't know, I'm sure plenty of people will. It's definitely obvious. They're going to set me free from this when they prefer to. It's important to speak about what's going on openly. I don't know why this is going on still.

Connections on past to future and the interconnectedness prior.

There's a certain deal of psychological portions within this show. The worlds of mentality that which I create within, it's a bit complex and I suppose the person who'd dealt with this before was really into it. As we go on with the creation of actual energy within words within time within space we start to push the series forward. The series is based off my life my life is based off return to the motherland the motherland is N.Y.C. I thought through the creation of the prior series in a place I hadn't really complexly pondered. I'd pondered the series of cartoons through my childhood. Moments in psychological and layers within everything. Now is an excellent time to create the 2nd diary. I'm seeing that everything is going to spill over and I can't have that. I'm going to go forward with the show, I don't particularly want the show to continue forever but I have to figure out whatever I'm going to do. Next, I will create the next diary. <3 Sk

It's a second to second update with my status on this thing. Let's see where we're going with this... The fat girl across the way enjoys flashing lights at me, but I think I've gotten the hang of this game. It really is alot like a video game, like Willy Beamish like every other fucking video game I played for Sega CD. I question the immediacy of the diary entries but they're more or less my status logs in the creation and fulfillment of furthering things. Since i've gotten past the idea of pretending this isn't a show. It's really like that point where we have to take it as it is and further things because this is how it goes everytime. Attention furthering, I want to look over my last night and take into consideration what I did last night and that the show is basically based around me being an asshole and how successful I am at whatever it is that I do. Aside from that there's not alot else the show is about. Oh, the whole personality break down t

So, this is after the incident of having a spark of Jesus Christ Art Star and seeing how this helped to solidify my personality/create the current character. After a fantastic speech it's a matter of seeing how my writing patterns continue. So far not so bad. It's also a matter of seeing how those outside have oh, been placed in assembly outside today. The commentary with the camera is going decently, the anger lasts a decent amount of time. Aside from that it's a matter of dealing with, no, I say this every time. I spent a mass amount of time saying that. The T.V. show wahhh wahhhh wahhh. WTF am I going to do that for, it doesn't make any sense. Doesn't make it end. This one is really interesting, It's semi angry but not so much. I'm also learning how it is that the anti character effects me. Definitely does. Although less and less over a period of time, ironically this is much like a different version of my Rosicrucian teachings (what I'm doing now w/f