Oct 23- I slowly slip in and out of a post coital euphoria semi consciously controlling my lucid dreams. At this point I don’t remember what I was doing other how I would record it. There was a weird sense of pride being entertained by the universe that exists between my ears as opposed to plugging into the one that makes us all slaves to ‪#‎Trump‬, ‪#‎Kardashians‬‪#‎TrendingHashtag‬. I imagine the state I’m in is where clever men wrote sonnets to the one they loved being emerged in something that you don’t want to share is a new kind of sin. Where people tell you of all the minutia of the day keeping something for yourself is seen by others as greedily hoarding it to yourself. The perception of normal is what we must perpetually push onto the grid for once an anomaly becomes present thats when an account becomes watched and once a “threat” is perceived to be legitimate thats when it disappears silently into the night. I suppose that will be my future no noisy bang or fiery conflict in an orgy of blood and guts but simply an inactive facetwat account.

Nov 3rd- Im beginning to want more of a detachment from the grid. I recognize my use is leaning on the side of addiction but what I’m looking for isn’t ‪#‎Likes‬ its something different. Burning through every newsfeed seeing waves of reoccurring shit. Refresh cant come fast enough nor can it be fulfilling. It all looks like desperation weather its validation of lifestyle, looks or opinion its the cry to be recognized and approved.

Nov 29th-The Noise the Noise the Noise is so god damn deafening. The constant beep, vibration or flash that brings you back to the grid. If someone sends me a message Ive got 5 different shackles telling me different master wants me. Don’t confuse what Im saying but every person you dance for by posting is your master and all you get for entertaining them is a comment or a like that has no tangible value. Unless you are one who is trying to wield power in this vapid Universe in a fight to be famous. But in truth I guess the dream to be envied is what people keep going for. To be envied on Facebook is the new A on your report card. I mean how else do you measure value or success in life?

Dec 10th- Im sure my masters who are reading this now are either wanting to climb deeper into my perceived insanity or break free of their own chains but make no mistake I am no Paul Revere nor am I Paul Blart. I honestly have no fucking idea of who I am. I just know that I haven’t done an honest days work in a year trying to bleed this train of imaginary 1’s and 0’s floating around the meta-verse until the server crashes.

The second your in right now- Happy little slaves is what we are and the velvet glove of oppression isn’t so bad after all. The anomalies are taken care of with drugs, alcohol and suicide. If you want to know why veterans kill themselves its because at one point they lived what they perceived to be very meaningful lives only to come home to the Vapid noise that drowns everything from creativity, happiness, pain we come home to an all consuming darkness. That our country is happily marching into while singing pop songs that we use to hate but they are from long enough ago that the feeling of nostalgia can take us to the time before all the noise