Friday, June 8, 2012



RAINY:a "D" student operation.A bully boy Pabst Blue ribbon set.I don't even want to see "community college" on their intake..



RAINY.people who dont ask questions,people who dont know what the question is..they pull out when things get too intense.."People who don't ask alot of questions.who don't know what the question is

on PROXY
scanning equipment MANAGEMENT
and ENFORCEMENT







Jimbis had been DOMED
and now he seemed doomed
at first spencer
conceding that everything being done to him (or as Evan corrected "for him")was being done for a purpose
that it was jimbis that was causing the problems
but after 2 evictions
the hospitals stays
the jails

things that never seemed to happen when DOME wasn't involved
he was beginning to get concerned.
it was a full time job not showing it,concern.
everyone else had begun ,especially in the last few months displaying quite the opposite
there was almost a party atmosphere to the office
the muralists were working now on an End date Program
other sponsers were vying for head set time as the" lead up" began
people seemed suspiscious that he was "a party pooper" for not getting off on the Project that
"this Jimbis" as he was called if he was called anything at all had somehow single handedly destroyed
or was seemingly trying to.
it was difficult to figure out just how "this jimbis" was percieving all of this
as it was so much like schizophrenia that it was amazing he was still functioning at all
but at the same time he was supposed to not think of what was happeneing to him as madness but a treat
.
....
"why arent you smiling spencer,not get fucked this weekend,"evan said,flicking the back of his head with his finger.
Reverie was not a thing one did at DOME






spencer wasn't allowed to wear the headset he wasn't a Proxeteer he could
only interpret data
but he knew enough to know he wasn't getting the whole story even though it was his job to evaluate the Interneural transcriptions

interneural transcriptions spencer laughed,there was some kind of term for everything

everything that made it sound a little less sinister than it was
 "don't ever say "mind reading ,"Evan said when he first got the job,pointing to a big plastic jar,filled with paper money

mind reading was a "bad word" around prox
say it and you'd be punished
and have to put money in the jar
 the first time it would be five dollars
than it was ten dollars
than twenty.
than it was a held back pay check
long ago ,spencerstopped asking himself whether anyone should know what;s going on in another person's mind
it gave him nightmares just thinking about it
he had to even stop smoking weed because of it
he sometimes worried that Proxycould "dome" him like they did so many others
it was a lingering threat at Proxy
to be "domed"
his predacessor Claire had gone "cuckoo"it was the only reason he had gotten the job.
Evan had laughed at the initial interview ,after giving the "what happened at PROX stayed at PROX  or else"a warning he had since heard so many times .

at last years xmas party spencer was invited to GLEAN a KIM reading. Evan had ruined it in advance,saying this and that so he couldnt" make his  own conclusions,"he has no respect for the process or anyone."
Evan had edited the reading
Kim was Jimbis's mother.
.."

"he has some kind of movement disorder which i bet he makes up,all the time it's about his comforts,he's always stiff or something or hot or hungry,do you hear any concern about his mother?"
"maybe he doesnt like his mother..alot of people don't"Spencer  said
'you dont understand"
"he also always has songs in his head,he cuts his hair ,like often,he eats standing up,he cuts his hair ,like often,all he thinks about is money ,and the things he thinks when he watches tv,"this guy is cute..this guy is ugly.where do i get a shirt like that.why don't they make blue cars,that guy looks like this guy and than he remembers some awful story.or stares at the ceiling for like hours,
thats really when the problems began
the ceiling staring.
PROXY wanted him to DO SOMETHING





all Spencer could discern from the GLEAN was that Jimbis was hot and scared but than again he wasnt a Proxeteer.Spencer put the headset down,he knew people got a kick out of it,sometimes laughing,sometimes going ewww or "oh my god,oh my god ,oh my god"but it seemed well scary.what if it was him.being "OBSERVED"
what if it was him being interfaced.
"you don't get it He is ruining it

what was happening was that JIMbis was simply boring was what Spencer was thinking
although he couldnt imagine  that a 24/7 glean on anyone's thoughts could be anything but..
what did they want him to do after all
go skydiving
rob banks?
climb the top of Mt everest
the guy didnt evemn have a proper bank account
he was an artist
all artists DO is lay around and stare at ceilings was what he tried explaining

"you don't know the awful things he thinks"
it started with the ceiling staring,than he wasn't drawing well.than some extra drinking ,than more laying around.Evan was furious
he wanted action
so they  to poke him around.like a kid does to a guinie pig that wont move in it's cage.
but it wasnt only inside that tiny apartment that jimbis wasnt doing right by proxy.it was everywhere and always.
he didnt mingle ,he didnt meet people.he didnt -"doesnt even move right"
it was Evan's idea to teach him how to act.
there was very little voice work being done in the beginning so as not to scare jimbis just modified interneural,"a sharing of sensabilities,very subtle"
evan was dying to go aural to scare the bejjjezus out of the runt who was alreadt driving him crazy with small things,like taking 20 minutes to find his keys,taking to long to shave,not using gel for his hair etc
he thought of calling Adam,
adam parker.an actor friend of his who did work at
The New Horizons.a teaching center of proxy ,for parolees .they did role playing
adan wasnt in anyway affiliated with Dactology ,He thought evan something of a kook for being so gung ho,but New Horizons did indeed change lives
Adam was wild ,he liked new challenges,and he knew when to keep his mouth shut.
it took a bit of arm pulling and a few blurring of the specifics but Adam ,who had heard talk of Interneural was on board,"to give it a shot"when he was done shooting in Atlanta

in the mean time  they brought in the muralists.
it was quite innocent to begin with
a few stories here and there.
some directly from whatever he was watching on tv.

and than we wouldnt even paint
and than it was back to the old weed again
and than
he began writing
nasty stories
about his past,his mom,his friends.
and than  about the Muralists
whom he presumed were his "muses"

he thought it was the weed
it was making him feel and hear things
than it was space aliens.
"so than what does he do?" evan says<"well Of course ! buy some absinthe from London
and decide he's like  this writer all of a sudden
and his job was to save the world.al; the while mixing in muralist stories ,crazy stuff about his past,both fake and true,saying "OH I'll get to the good parts later,let me just think of everything as bad...to demonstrate something extraordinary in this charcter's progression.or something

Jimbis hated and sometimes loved the muse(screenwriters sometimes)
 but just as often Evan or Linda N (which made them laugh and sometimes literally ROFL .)
when they were nice to him
he remembered tender old events
which the "muses" masticated into
mimicry and mcCaws the following day
 when they were deliberately cruel to him using his own fears against him he grew stranger and meaner toward the muralists.
grudges upon grudges.upon grudges.
than more weed.
and than the cops got involved,
everybody in LA of course knew this was going on
all except Jimbis







"was he abused or something"
"what Spencer are you a social worker?"
.
but Spence knew he wasn’t getting the whole story.
and what he was getting was as boring as reading jimbis's GRI scans
that was his job.
studying small changes in yellow and red in the video of the hypocalmus

He mainly studied GRI scans and video

knew various disks and set bytes were condensed and edited,nobody really knew what was the Real Story ,for it seemed to change,every 2 minutes.
ADHD and DOME don't really mix,throw in a little weed ,poverty and a bad airconditioner.and...

"he's an artist,what's he supposed to do all day but think,",artists lay around and think"
",you don't understand,he is sick
"what does he think ?"
"it's confidential"
gary had to laugh ,what jimbis thought was confidential?

adam arrived back from atlanta only too see
the mess that jimbis had become

to explain evan convinced him that they the foundation.this autistic foundation that this jimbis volunteered from or something ,,well he's a criminal as well.we're trying to..uh
"what adam saidI didnt count on this.
what kind of criminal..adam asked?
"he's sick in the head is all,he went deep into some autistic...terror or something..i dont know damn it you wan tto help him learn to act or not?i mean that's what we need."
Let me ge this straight ,he's a criminal autistic man who wants to be an actor?"
"exactly adam,it's complicated,it's one hand washing the other."
what?" adam said
"it's an experience adam tak eit or leave it I know tons of other actors who would be keen to do this"



at the same time Jimbis writer Jimbis began taking his writing in earnest.
no more lazy jim
just jimbis at the keyboard writing all that was going on around him
as if words and other people's thoughts were swimming around him
jimbis wasnt exactly writing about Proxy but he was writing something that seemed pretty familiar.
he had come to LA it seems with the purpose of writing a screenplay or something

on the other end.(what other end?)
Leslie had set it up
and he was so eager to come
to be "a star"or something

There was function to his form Spencer who was following the clusterfuck of this "secret technological breakthrough" through scans,vid and ear piece couldnt stop thinking There was function to his form
was this the same guy from 94 people talked about who had ended up a vegatable?
the "other guy" was talked about like an urban legend'
he had like disappeared off the face of the earth
that's when Drew Christie was "pulling the strings"




spencer couldn’t get it off his mind that something wasn’t right,he began reading a little deeper into things jimbis himself had written,he himself wrote that he was a ***

(he’s insane ,he’ll write anything Spencer go suck some dick,do your goddamn job)
he began putting together his own dossier on jimbis
writing his own notes on how he would train someone or pick someone who could survive "a PRoCess"

a process,thought gary,is that what they call it these days?

First off there could be no trace of schizophrenia in the family

Check(SLVWmarch23)

Second .from an early age an intense sense of justice must be integrated into the child

Check(SLVW feb 18)

3rd he must also be able to seperate himself from all input in his environment which maybe explained some of his rather autistic ways, ,he had to go somewhere.(SLVWMay3)

A patriot

In the guise of a degenerate in the guise of a moron



He wasn’t allowed to talk about his work at PROXY and here was" nutjob "writing about it all over the computer

Meercats anyone?
Joanne had begun wearing t-shirts with Meercats on them last summer,,even after the joke got old and he changed the name to proxy

There was a Meerkat poster near the minifridge near the dartboard with Jimbis’s high school year book photo on it

There was a deliberateness to his madness and crazy entries Spencer was surprised nobody else picked it up

They saw him entirely through interneural reads.

Even the direct photos of him were always from afar as if it was dangerous to get that close to "the sickness"

“this doesn’t add up he’d say looking at the daily reads
Doesn’t anybody else see what he’s doing.?"he had said early on after reading a rather cruel entry on Kim but hearing a hesitancy on his part when speaking to her,he even gulped ,as if,forgetting to 'stay in character"

He stopped bringing it up,the descrepancies,the mistakes ...Saying anything at all was the same as talking about IT

And that was grounds for being fired

Since Interneural was illegal there really was no confidentiality agreement

Just “the goon squad”
the goon squad very muched liked being called the goon squad.
There was small work out area in the office,Evan always had a display of knives and even a gun out on his desk.The higher ups had a posse.The office had a deliberate backroom bar feel
The women were encouraged to dress “inappropriately”

spencer was missing out
He wanted to be a goon.
He wanted to be out with the posse
He wanted to bad
so he did the next best thing.
and decided to do something good.
help jimbis.

He loved the Spy Store.
If he could do it all over again he’d have somehow become a PI or something
He had heard what could happen to people who crossed ****
But he was just longing to buy some binoculars

,










Wednesday, June 6, 2012













1992


Do you mind if we stop by my office?
The guy was cute,rich and friendly
I sorta didn’t mind a thing.
It was cool out but he had the top down
I liked the look of the corperate offices.
He seemed to go with it
“come inside,it looks like a typical office building but you wont believe what’s inside.
Maybe you should get a job here.
I was 23
A dillatant
Trying to take acting lessons ,drawing lessons and singing lessons,mainly I went out with people like steven
And just sorta hung out
“I don’t work,I’m an artist”
yeah,yeah ,sure he said.
Come inside,they don’t usually like outsiders but sometimes
you gotta be outside to go inside
he talked like this all riddly
he was smart,he wore a suit
he said he worked for a computer imaging firm
that sometimes did work for .”you know”
maybe you can get a job here he said again.
It was sorta pissing me off.like he didn’t believe I was an actor.or could be one
He put a little badge on me
If anyone asks your Keith
I have some crank
Not much but enuf
in my locker
But I have to check something on the computer
All these sliding doors and stuff.sorta like star trek
It was impressive
"what do you do again?” I asked
Neuroscience.but I’m mainly in sales
We don’t really sell this stuff though
As far as anyone is concerned it doesn’t exist
it’s 1992 for everyone else but us here
This stuff is like 2001
It was Saturday
Not many people were in.
The place was huge.



“fmri software.”

On the moniters were those like rainbow colored things of people brains I had seen in hospitals
let’s get high”
We did lines in the bathroom
My nose hurt.like it was on fire
“dude what was in that shit?”
A job,he said

“you’re an actor,can you play dumb?”
“how dumb?”
“well I can see youre dumb enough to snort a computer chip...kidding,kidding"
Guy was getting weird,rich guys can get weird fast
i was feeling weird
not quite weird enough to think i really just snorted a computer chip but
the guy was studying my face
reading it
"nano chip"
mind if i call you Chip?

i just wanted the guy to call me a cab,
instead he poured me more to drink and talked on
"I read a lot,
I’ll be reading you for the next ten years"

"By than one way or another
So will they'He said
he ignored me,
"I used to see you around.doing drawings at that placethat bar
.can you act crazy?
yeah
"and more mportant .can you draw crazy"

what do you mean

He went to his bookcase and took out some books that said Art Brut on them
than some other books on people from the 1920's and stuff that drew feverish pictures
alot of them mentally ill or incarcerated

Can you do this?
can you also dress crazy,not care how you look? take certain medicines that might make you appear slow?
"i think I'm gonna leave"
he held onto my arm and squeezed it hard
"dude ,in a moment or two you won't be able to barely move


he took out a little container of cologne
and opened it
"
,"we gotta get you in character Chip.."
and shoved the cologne under my nose

I felt sick and suddenly to tired to move.

“draw.
Like.
Crazy”



I woke up 3 weeks later in the ICU
Diagnosed with dystonia

I woke up 3 hours ago and remember everything

la petite tonkinoise











feed me and buy me things.
for some reason i want to exist.why .
why
i dont know
to buy more things?
i am crazy i am bad.but the bad need food and shelter and there is never enuf
the very bad need and need
know why they need
know why
cuz they get nothing from what SOLVABLES get
for some reason i want to exist
why
i don't know.
beverly finishes her poem and leaves the stage.
the lights dim.a spot comes up on Macy, Linda and Evan.
I am sitting
on a stage

.I am sitting besides Macy ,the spot light suddenly grows too bright
.I put my hand up to block it.Macy copies my movement and suddenly the light dims


"UNSOLVABLES love the dark ,they hate the day ",Macy says

behind us,on the stage is a huge screen
various pages of things i have written and drawn are projected on it

there is another screen which Macy told me in advance would every now and than project some of my Interneural responses


Macy rises from her chair and pats my leg and moves to the microphone
"this man was given a task.write freely his thoughts on his parents ,his friends and situation,he was offered a sum of 135,00 dollars to write a memoir and be a part of the Proxy process.it was up to him which way he wanted to go.he was given several popular memoirs,some cruel some kind in their depictions"


I rememebred bits and pieces of the things my PROCESSOR said
why u write this and that about liam
this man who has broken his bank for you,shared his home
.what nasty thoughts you privately think. the dactologist said.And what you wrote of gloria and Ted and kim
"
He chose the low road.Every despicable thing on his mind,every key character in his life.More than negativity,More than a cold eye.A hot eye on every thing and everyone around him.He kept writing and writing.i said stop.,"He kept writing although ..."Macy said

"when do i get a snack"I thought
i hear the audience laughing
i laugh too.
i look at macy who points to the screen
when do i get a snack it says in big letters

"Snacks.so he wants snacks,"Macy says shrugging smiling".nothing wrong with snacks,,"she pauses and becomes serious.."ok so the old brown mare she ain't what she used to be ,'she comes up behind me and puts her hands on me "
Nothing wrong with snacks and smiles and a little dum de dum is a little better than well,what eee used to be .in a year or so he will moved to a better apartment and might be able to care for a pet and maybe one day really care.For a person"

Paintings and drawings and things i wrote are projected behind me
Evan takes the stage.
"i monitored much of Jimbis's PROCESS
"Usually Internals transcripts are kept utterly private ,don't you worry he said,this is a one time deal,"he laughs and the audience laughs back
jimbis gave us permission
I am smiling,I turn around to see if my thoughts are on the screen
i dont know if i gave anyone permission,but there is nothing on the screen but "angry" paintings and words and words
"Believe me i know all too well how UNSOLVABLES think,"he laughs,putting a hankerchief to his forehead.I know how they eat ,sleep and ..hmm"
He comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders like Macy had,"some things we'll keep private"
the audience laughs
"Gary Rainy believed that one man's bad thoughts wipes away the actions and thoughts of 100,000 good men and believed they should be removed from existance.he believed that even after their death that their enrot would still stream through the enway"evan says
"we are more modern than Gary 's initial conclusions.we,although it certainly is not broadcast ,we do in fact incorperate some aspects of modernn psychology.
but we also know an UNSOLVABLE will use this so called psychology for any service it might provide them.."he clicks a button and the screen shifts to some of my drawings and postings

"See how many entries he wrote about his poor mother Kim?
but did he stop for even a second to stop .
to stop posting and writing.
    for what?
      money?
      a hundred and thrty -five thousand dollars?"

      when questions what was his excuse?
      you dont know my mother you dont know this .i am trying tobeawriteriwillchangenames.i am working things out .i need money.i have problems.blahblahblah
      "blah blah blah." he yelled into the audience who yelled it back
      "aspergers he whined I have aspergers"he said in a high effeminine voice,sashaying around the stage.
      "i need money,I am depressed,you dont know these people,it's a story.I need the money i only remember bad things"
      the lights dimmed.and came up very bright
      "know why you remember only bad things JIMBIS! "he screamed
      "because you made all the bad things happen!.Because you are bad and people responded badly to your badness!because your ENROT was SO Intense and Strong in The ENWAY! that every LITTLE element and Molecule reacted to your ENROT that it turned good people bad"
      macy saw i was scared and held up a cookie
      seeing this Evan stopped yelling and came up behind me.smiling
      "we went through alot ,didnt we Jimbis
      hospitals,jails.all to make you GOOD.Pioneers of Interneural Interface"
      I told him to stop writing to stop thinking these horrible ENROTS!


      sometimes,even after the reduction,the process comes back

      cwazzy words anything to block .I dont know what evan wants i hand him bits of humiliations and nonsense it calms things down.it's what he wants?.I remember when i was a kid .there was a blonde kid.i couldnt have been more than 4.i compared myself to the blonde kid.the blonde boy .he seemed better than me
      i knew than i would always being making comparisons
      i would look for myself in tv and around me
      but i wasnt there.
      this again.oh my god if i hear the little blonde boy story one more time Evan graphs

      when i was a little girl i remebr seeing a large panda bare.i couldnt help thing that this manda was somehow vedder than me
      I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.He will think I am mocking him

      but my mind is scribbleلك ...مشاهدة، وأود أن أدعو لك ولكن سوف تثير

      (the pictures of the broken window and apartment are shown on the screen)



      there was a sound from the audience
      I turned around and saw the screen filled with what i had just thought
      evan's interneural stories made me get very mad sometimes

      a projectorist or something quickly overlaid it with a "horrible" painting i had done of a crowd at a bus stop"
      I felt a tiny twitch through the back of my head and knew that i had better just think of cookies
      but Macy mouthed "they turned it off," she said circling her head with her finger,she smiled.











      ___________________________________________________________________________


      i made the mistake of giving liam the print out of last nite's entry

      his faces changes ,almost immediately like i wrote something about his mother or something
      "what are these arabic sentences?"
      "there's supposed to mean like nonsense like gibberish,like scribble,it's trying to explain the scribbleness of semantic confusion"i shouldnt have done it i shouldnt have written it.it was our secret.it s how it works.it's how it works.
      Duh"always looking at the details I think towards Liam,rather than the jist.I stop myself,lately from judging him so harsh.i stop myself all the time now.i wish i could just stop thinking
      ""you really are an idiot,"
      "the character has been REDUCED he's supposed to be an idiot.He doesnt know what he's doing" .I am worried to type or say anything or even think ,i shouldnt be writing .i shouldnt be here.
      "the entire story is written like an idiot before he even got "REDUCED".would it kill you to use spell check"
      OOOOO god not this again,i dont even know why i show him anything.

      I hate myself for thinking anything like this
      .Liam is worth a thousand of me
      .
      "the story" ..as YOU call it is too urgent to worry about spelling"I say,regretting my tone my mind says sorryi'msorry i'msorry i'msorry.I type now it seems to just sit up.I wake up terrified.everythiong i do is wrong everything i do is wrong
      "well you are not putting little arabic sentences on my computer"
      "It's a translation of "One night in bangcock" in arabic !"
      he gives me this like cartoony snide look . i hate when he does this emphasis thing with his face like someone is filming him than he does this ennuciating every word thing like the "hmm let me get this straight" shit you see them do in movies
      .everything I think is cold and cruel .
      i think like a book.
      one of those awful books Evan said i shouldnt read
      books he said destroyed my mind.books i was drawn to .
      books THEY knew would help cement my thoughts
      books i had read that celebrate pathology and sociopathic enrotrophies
      filthy and self absorbed
      .I am exactly what Evan says i am.
      I should not be allowed to exist.

      "you took the energy("let me get this straight" is how he says it) to translate "one night in bangcok "into arabic because to you arabic looks like scribbles rather than take A LITTLE more time to elaborate specifically on the specific examples of this supposed "sematic confusion "that THEY did to you in van nuys.."
      "the little boy with the blonde hair," i said
      "what little boy with the blonde hair?"he looks at the sentence.he reads slow.he knows slowness drives me nuts.maybe he's pretend reading slow."thats not semantic confusion that's a story ,he changes his tone and takes off his reading glasses,he knows i dont like tone changes,or little thoughtful little looks"is that true that you thought this blond boy was better than you,that's a shame,it's sad."

      "what!.you always pick dumb stuff to concentrate on." i say,I never remember what i write.,I dont like to be reminded,but it must have been something embarrassing or he wouldnt have picked up on it.

      who taught you to think like this
      this is not how WE think
      this is Running with scissors Thinking!
      this is what Must go

      thismust gothismustgo thismust go
      "just take the arabic down .Jim-bis"
      "they're scribbles! they constitute SCRIBBLY thinking!I know it's arabic or whatever but it looks enuf like scribbles that anyone who has any Brains! would know that's what it means ."
      enrot is in the air
      i shouldnt be writing anything
      people like me people like me
      shouldnt write or draw
      not till it's gone not till it's gone
      not till it's quiet nottillit's quiet
      i kid myself that i am writing to show how an UNRESOLVABLE thinks,what horrible thoughts go through a mind like this.
      i cannot stop filling the enway,the world with my filth
      this is what unresolvables do is no excuse EVAN screams
      he sent people to take the computer away.
      and sent me back here
      stay out of california stayoutofcALIFORNIAstayout ofcalifornia

      Liam doesnt know what's wrong with me,he doesnt know i have been reduced,not really"your paintings have become scribbles.your room is scribbles.everything you do lately is scribbles
      'they want to make an example of me" I say


      ." I am not changing,my bad thoughts or keeping an opened mind ..I am still writing about THEM in a bad light
      "if they wipe me away.it will be fine,it might even be best"
      "
      "if they wipe me away I just might come .I might have to go away .someplace .else.to shead these horrible things they have gotten a grip if one is intrinsically bad,of bad character and thoughts why should they be able to go around just spreading
      " Enough about this proxy ,it is ruining you,this device you talk about,there is no such thing.and never will
      that's a metaphor, somehow they have access to Intelligent Life that does in fact "know" who is good and who is bad."
      "like Santa Clause"
      "don't joke about it"
      "will I be struck by lightning,smite down in flames"
      "forget it,but imagine if there was a real godlike force.call them aliens or not"
      "first it's interneural interface.this proxyreal thing,not just a headset/"
      "would that be better or worse?"
      "it would depend on who's playing god"
      theyhatethistheyhatethistheyhatethistheintellectualenrotbut i cantstopicantstopitsalltrueitsalltrue
      people come back.usually better.even if someone has to kill themselves it is worth it,it is a sign of respect that one at least respected the process and the time that was spent.it shows that you have at least realized that you were a bad wave in the atmosphere and know when to leave the room"
      'they encourage this.your saying.Them"
      "i am saying too much already,it's complicated but it's real"
      "the interneural or the aliens?"

      'does it matter?"I say going upstairs,to take the arabic down.
      I am UNSOLVABLE
      they know it too

      my art is also an example of a type that must Go
      as is everything i have written online

      i don't mind being an example
      you wouldn't understand

      my art is disgusting
      i am glad it will serve a function in the new world
      of sickness
      sickness passed on and outward

      what type of person paints like this?
      what type of person has a mind like this
      is this what one needs in the air
      in our eyes and ears?

      can't you see how very disgusting this is?
      can you relate to it.
      I SINCERELY HOPE NOT
      who has let this go on?
      who has let this type of work even be allowed on line
      or into the world

      maybe if i hadnt been exposed to such things
      and certain books
      my mind and waves .and energy would not have brought about
      what it had
      or maybe i would not have been brought in to SHOW
      what must go


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      and
      i remember when this began




      a
      different
      voice
      a different feeling

      that
      went to the heart
      not the brain


      flew higher
      than
      any that could be
      bought
      or
      tempted
      or created.or conjured

      the one that came
      to warn me
      that soon

      nobody will know
      the difference

      try to keep your heart opened.
      for soon you won't be able to keep your brain locked

      doyouunderstanddoyouunderstanddoyouunderstand







      Monday, June 4, 2012






      so many people feeling no control
      of themselves,of their lives
      makes you wonder if more and more people are going to soon want someone
      pulling the strings


      evan was chattering away and i guess it showed in my gaze
      "uh.you Ok"
      yeah yeah
      "you gotta get better at that"
      "who cares anymore?I don't"
      tommorow is a new day"
      yeah .thats the problem
      keep talkin like that and I;m gonna have tro hug you or something he smiled
      I had to smile
      see.see aint nothing to shoot up a mall over

      I hope this was a stress test
      who can tell anymore

       

       





      …what is interesting is that by the failure of the first tests

      At age 4
      age 8
      11,
      13 faggit

      Not a single test that followed meant anything
      they had already lost

      and where do these jellyjunk thoughts fit into infinite nitetimes

      It was as if some New God had
      found the child in the basket wonton and without
      in all aspects of personality ,morality dexterity and …

      intellectualkaggittybrickybrack
      And this New God
      turned against the child to make him feel his wrath

      people tell me I'm the life of the party cuz i tell a joke or two
      the link only still there .because that was the set up


      A disgust grew early between the child and the "mentor".




      left the child /man so out of the loop of normal Papa Rainy
      that each subsequent test was of course failed.

      The never put the equation together.

      unnatural nature of being watched
      of the people around him being SET UP


      or if they were not.MY GOD PAUL
      wasnt it the TYPE
      always the SAME
      the son of a bitch was borderline autistic

      the worlds first guinie pig .made him rather not a man at all.

      In science

      if somethings are watched

      Its very nature changes



      the god who usually watches everything

      in this one case
      !
      He made quite quite sure not to look or intervene what so ever.

      For because he was a product not of HIM
      but TheM


      It would be almost exactly the same time that the product
      the “manmade” man
      Figured out .

      That
      it was all true


      That they would stop watching
      say it ain't so JOE sayitaintsojoe.may i have a brainsalad and a Mars bar to
      go chip
      .that god would than say

       stay out of california
      or this time we'll kill you


      When you “turned the lights” on AGAIN..

      Someone else was taking note .

      there is no god
      but there was
      ----------------------------------------
      and Paul hoped all his rage .
      all his hate oh.he wanted .he wanted.THEM to know
      from all that had happened and was happening still someHOW
      would not cause something
      he was disturbed now
      he knew it
      and they played with it
      as they had                                                                                               
      ..
      what had he done really he felt like a child hoping
      who was this something awful
      he thought of where he could go. would happen
      how much more he could take
      what this had cost him in years





      point is to accumulate a person in bits and pieces,Paul explains
      "by asking seemingly endless automatic thoughts
      the person's body and shape also broken down basically turned into atoms each individual atom,cell etc recorded
      for a time a peron's each individual thought is also recorded
      and reassimilated,
      everything is seperated and than put back together
      your individuality is saved.
      stored
      after of course it has been processed
      the intrusiveness of said "mind reading" in this regard is worth the end result.
      for the readings also make rather clear what you want to leave behind and what you also want to keep.
      everything is recorded viz wave transmissions ,that are heat and ion sensative
      basically atomic structure at a cellular level is duplicated as well as "filmed"
      so that every inner calibration(the way one's nervous system interacts with one's brain as well as with one;s environment
      as well as other sytems
      neuro muscular
      pulmonary...all are studied,graphed and charted
      since the process is essentially the equivalent of ripping a person apart it can be rather bothersome"
      "a rather disgusting process but I do suppose one gets used to anything,I concur

      "high stress levels and reptilian parts of the brain are activated within the so called force field,the waves ,the tension of them,,essentially triggers something.something responsible for the key phase of evolution.The sheer fear and fight or flight of "the break down"stimulate certain glands and neurons previously thought of as "asleep" or prehistoric.Once awakened new senses and abilities once thought dormant or fantastic comingle with the technological calibration and measuremnt dynamics"

      Saturday, June 2, 2012





      feed me and buy me things.
      for some reason i want to exist.why .
      why
      i dont know
      to buy more things?
      i am crazy i am bad.but the bad need food and shelter and there is never enuf
      the very bad need and need
      know why they need
      know why
      cuz they get nothing from what SOLVABLES get
      for some reason i want to exist
      why
      i don't know.
      beverly finishes her poem and leaves the stage.the lights dim.a spot comes up on Macy, linda and evan I was smiling,I was in my suit,the suit I got that i wore alot since my Reduction.I think in smaller portion.some of my old thoughts and the questions my Dactologist asked went thru my mind but i didnt understand them...I am in front in a seperate light.I put my hand up to block it.Macy copies my movemnet and suddenly the light dims


      "UNSOLVABLES love the dark they hate the day ",Macy says
      I am sitting
      on a stage
      behind me is a huge screen
      various pages of things i have written and drawn are projected on it

      there is another screen which has my other thoughts
      my interneural thoughts.
      sometimes the 2 are shown at once

      "this man was given a task.write freely his thoughts on his parents ,his friends and situation,he was offered a sum of 135,00 dollars to write a memoir and be a part of the Proxy process.it was up to him which way he wanted to go.he was given several popular memoirs,some cruel some kind in their depictions,Macy said at the microphone


      I rememebred bits and pieces of the things my PROCESSOR said
      why u write this liam, this and thats
      man who has broken his bank for you
      his heart too?
      .what nasty thoughts you privately think. the dactologist said.And what you wrote of gloria and Ted and kim
      "He kept writing and writing.i said stop.,"He kept writing although ..."Macy said

      "when do i get a snack"I thought
      i hear the audience laughing
      i laugh too.
      i look at macy who points to the screen
      when do i get a snack it says in big letters

      "Snacks.so he wants snacks,"Macy says shrugging smiling".nothing wrong with snacks,,"she pauses and becomes serious.."ok so the old brown mare she ain't what she used to be ,'she comes up behind me and puts her hands on me " Nothing wrong with snacks and smiles and a little dum de dum is a little better than well,what eee used to be .in a year or so he will moved to a better apartment and might be able to care for a pet and maybe  one day really care.For a person"

      Paintings and drawings and things i wrote are projected behind me
      Evan takes the stage.
      "i monitored much of Jimbis's PROCESS
      "Usually Internals transcripts are kept utterly private ,don't you worry he said,this is a one time deal,"he laughs and the audience laughs back
      jimbis gave us permission
      I am smiling,I turn around to see if my thoughts are on the screen
      i dont know if i gave anyone permission,but there is nothing on the screen but "angry" paintings and words and words
      "Believe me i know all too well how UNSOLVABLES think,"he laughs,putting a hankerchief to his forehead.I know how they eat ,sleep and ..hmm"
      He comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders like Macy had,"some things we'll keep private"
      the audience laughs
      "Gary Rainy believed that one man's bad thoughts wipes away the actions and thoughts of 100,000 good men and believed they should be removed from existance.he believed that even after their death that their enrot would still stream through the enway"evan says
      "we are more modern than Gary 's initial conclusions.we,although it certainly is not broadcast ,we do in fact incorperate some aspects of modernn psychology.
      but we also know an UNSOLVABLE will use this so called  psychology for any service it might provide them.."he clicks a button and the screen shifts to some of my drawings and postings

      "See how many entries he wrote about his poor mother Kim?
      but did he stop for even a second to stop .
      to stop posting and writing.
      for what?
      money?
      a hundred and thrty -five thousand dollars?"

      when questions what was his excuse?
      you dont know my mother you dont know this .i am trying tobeawriteriwillchangenames.i am working things out .i need money.i have problems.blahblahblah
      "blah blah blah." he yelled into the audience who yelled it back
      "aspergers he whined I have aspergers"he said in a high effeminine voice,sashaying around the stage.
      "i need money,I am depressed,you dont know these people,it's a story.I need the money i only remember bad things"
      the lights dimmed.and came up very bright
      "know why you remember only bad things JIMBIS! "he screamed
      "because you made all the bad things happen!.Because you are bad and people responded badly to your badness!because your ENROT was SO Intense and Strong in The ENWAY! that every LITTLE element and Molecule reacted to your ENROT that it turned good people bad"
      macy saw i was scared and held up a cookie
      seeing this Evan stopped yelling and came up behind me.smiling
      "we went through alot ,didnt we Jimbis
      hospitals,jails.all to make you GOOD.Pioneers of Interneural Interface"
      I told him to stop writing to stop thinking these horrible ENROTS!


      {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{i dont know if it will ever be gone.
      ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((i dont know how to get rid of it.
      ((((((((((((my thoughts.
      are vacant (((((------))my thots R،،
      stopsmoking stop smoking
      they have been since i took certain medicines. to fix me.i hate to blame .but it is true
      you havent taken them you wouldnt know
      stop smoking stop smoking
      .and sometimes so cruel.callous.i am not here and havent been for too long
      i want to change but i am so frozen in this thinking
      I blame others for all my problems
      stopsmokingstopsmoking
      i look back at the past .in ways that are inexplicable (i am so tired of Evan he is so tired of me,this aint about fuckin enways it's about fear and those magic changes it brings.weeeehooo.but i am fuckin exhausted and my mind wanders,it isnt deliberate 2 hours on Proxy and a side effect is one of embarrassment ,of being watched.of someone not knowing when to leave the roomيكون الشاهد للاختبار النهائي للياقة الدماغية. هذه السيطرة لي أكثر من أن نهر قديم موحلة أو بوذا الإمالة.
      ونشكر الله أنا فقط مشاهدة المباراة-السيطرة عليها-لا أرى تقييم الرجال الخاص بك. هذا نوع رفيقه لقد أنا أفكر. أنا سوف تتيح لك ...مشاهدة، وأود أن أدعو لك ولكن سوف تثير الملكات نستخلا أفضل العودة إلى الأشرطة والمعابد الخاصة بك والخاص بالتدليك.
      ......tisket task set as real imagined and imaginary real  memories come up,some barely make sense.some may as well not even be true.I dont know what evan wants i hand him bits of humiliations and nonsense i have read in books,i can barely tell the difference.some of these memories arent mine.,this is all about driving me crazy.interneural interface is braindamagei remember when i was a kid .there was a blonde kid.i couldnt have been more than 4.i compared myself to the blonde kid.the blonde boy .he seemed better than me
      i knew than i would always being making comparisons
      i would look for myself in tv and around me
      but i wasnt there.
      this again.oh my god if i hear the little blonde boy story one more time i will scream.this isnt about fucking memory god damn lane it's about
       because i am always troubled by how i feel.i don't feel that i feel as much as everyone else
      it isnt right.
      MONEY!
      the only people i dont feel this way towards is ...
      people who have been ..beaten..or lost in the world.

      some say smoking to stop might help clear this away.i cant stop.
      .i will try to smile thru it and at the very least not put it out there
      smoking is making you into an old son of a bitch who can't think straight or try not to.into the ENWAY or otherwise
      maybe thats why i needed money
      to escape to a place.alone
      i am ..a guy who likes trees and maybe animal;s better.
      i ...am  best when i am helpless.thats when i connect when i am in the streets.and someone offers me food or a place and it is necessary .but not for long.it is honest.it keeps me honest
      MONEY ?
      for who
      is there a book end to the little blonde boy story.sometimes it's a memory of me in a green sleeping bag.and hearing this cacophony of noise.
      proxy is mainly for entertainment and stories for television
      once your stories get bad.you're fucked
      it's about becoming a better person
      inside
      and out
      i must begin working out i begin thinking.when i was in highschool I used to swim
      start getting high again,start doing something
      paint one of those nasty paintings
      when i was a child i remembr seeing a blonde boy.we were about the same age.i wanted to be this blonde boy .he seemed better than me
      i am caught in the vortex
      i am not thinking this story deliberately.evan is winning.
      you'd better knock it off!
      when i was a little girl of 57 in 1932 i remebr seeing a large panda bewar.i couldnt help thing that this lucite was somehow redder than me

      (the pictures of the broken window and apartment are shown on the screen)

      my mind is not so reduced that i dont remember this shit.
      it never will be that reduced.
      what in god's name any of this has to do with enrots inroads or anything is the biggest crock rainy has cooked.
      it's about a few select people paying a god damned bundle to like go all Hostel on.oh there's a bit of the be nice to  Janice and  your mom shit but truth is it's all about enetertaining the viewer.
      it's what pays the bills around town.
      the readings are just good fun
      it's a frat party. a hazing
      they use psych hospitals and jails like a rec room,
      they play dress up
      and tie in characters and bits of your dreams and thoughts into the outside world
      it's sport.
      it keeps the lights on
      it's why i was sent here
      in 94
      to be the type
      and to type

      it was addictive EXposing the EnROTS
      i just couldnt stop or take it down
      it felt like there was something invested in it
      i never reread it.
      it was bits and pieces
      of something/
      i wanted someone else to figure it out .
      not me
      maybe it did feel like an exposure of a certain type.
      an enrot
      maybe thats what it was supposed to be on all sides


      pictures of my destroyed apartment flickered on the screen
      and next a broken window.some old photos of Pine st too.everything all at once.


      Evan's Interneural "stories" made me get very mad sometimes


      there was a sound from the audience
      I turned around and saw the screen filled with what i had just thought
      evan's interneural stories made me get very mad sometimes

      a projectorist or something quickly overlaid it with a "horrible" painting i had done of a crowd at a bus stop"
      I felt a tiny twitch through the back of my head and knew that i had better just think of cookies
      but Macy mouthed "they turned it off," she said circling her head with her finger,she smiled.







      Friday, June 1, 2012


      .I mow lawns outside of Proxy Ultimatum Labs.The workers sometimes joke and call me the lawnmower man and make little circles around their ears with their fingers.

      They know I have been Reduced.

      They said I was an UNSOLVE and had written dangerous things on line



       “did it ever occur to you that if we can go loop da loop thru the senses .we might have the same jib and jab to go a tad deeper than that

      Was one of the last things I remember before I went

      Reduction.

      It is surgery

      But I don’t remember being in the hospital.

      I don’t remember a lot about that time

      I like mowing lawns and don’t mind being called the lawnmower man cuz that’s what I do and it makes me feel pretty good that I know what they mean

      I watch a lot of  movies.like the lawnmower man and listen to a lot of music in my”pad”

      Which is 2 blocks away from Proxy Ultimative Headquarters

      Everyone at Ultimatum is smart,Beverly isn’t.she too has been reduced

      She works at the lab with monkeys

      And sometimes we share cigarettes

      Sometimes she tells me what they do there but it is scary

      And sometimes I don’t want to hear

      It alls has to do with waves

      Invisible waves a

      Lasers and shit

      Tiny tiny tiny little streams of ions  or something that can go under your skin .

      I seen them do shit to monkeys u wouldn’t believe


      .there’s a lab at Prox Ultimatum that’s called

      The Hive

      What they make at the hive are bits and bits of tiny dots

      Tiny like dots you can barely see

      Unless they put this like light on them a special light. When these dots are  like super super compacted like in a group.and it looks like a swarm

      Now they use this swarm which Beverly explained

      Are ENROTS..but actually they are plasma or something I wouldn’t understand

      But they can use this shit like a beam

      It’s a plasma beam or something.and so so tiny that they can get really tiny and go all up inside your head.

      Or even into your face.

      Beverly saw them make a monkey’s face look like a lion face somehow just by aiming these dots and shit both inside and outside this monkey’s face

      Beverly says they use the hive for so many things. they can even make the dots look just like a lifesized man.

      Or a woman

      You can fuck the hive she says,she had seen people do it

      But mainly they use it to get under people’s skin and make them look funny.

      The tiny dots can be used for other things Beverly says

      She things one day the dots will be able to maybe make people fly

      Or make people stronger,if the dots get inside and activate muscles and stuff

      Why do they use the hive to make people look funny I asked.

      I don’t know Beverly says

      They can also use dots for reductions,but it’s cheaper to use beams Beverly says

      That’s what they used on you

      Invisible shit goes right thru the corpus calmus or something she said or whatever it’s called

      Ya don’t cross the powers that be I said

      Its nice working at proxy though but I don’t like the hive

      I don’t like beverly’s talk about the dots and monkeys

      I hope she’s lying but I know she isn’t cuz she was reduced too and reduced people don’t lie

      She used to be important now she cleans beakers

      But she still wears her nice suits although they are covered with holes




      brackishness in the masses



      Macy had left Gary Rainy’s ENWAYS on my bureau,there was little else to do but strum through it,I had tried reading ENWAYS before but I thought I’d give it a try




      "what one does is less important than what one thinks"
      Gary Rainy said ,"one can do almost anything.but it is one's thinking that cannot mislead. At least when one's style of thinking is monitored over time A read can determine one's true nature much more accurately than what one says or does..Furthermore the thoughts of a person travel much further into the ENWAY than do any one individuals actions,which may or not be "lies" or done "to precipitate a response"

       one bad man's thoughts was equal to ten thousand good men's deeds.
      a Bad Man was either overcome by Brackolia or
      much worse invited Brackolia in
      into the the atmosphere,the ENWAY

      the PROCESS
      involves trained DACTICIANS to read one's interior monolog using interneural interface
      trained READERS can determine if the Individual
      was SOLVABLE

      most individuals can be solved
      by DECODING and UNLOADING techniques

      it is the UNSOLVABLES who are dangerous

      UNSOLVABLES have thoughts that with or without interneural interface pollute the world .The "waves of thought "by these individuals are as real as the micro or ultraviolet wave. ..




      .



      An orderly came by just as the book hit the bottom of the  trash can.He entered the room,looked at the book’s new home shook his head and pressed a button on his phone .A strange smile came over his face,like he had been waiting for this.As if this act of me throwing some fucking book away was of cosmic proportions.

      the truth he said is the lie.the lie is the truth he shouted with the synth beat..(gary explained that it was part of a larger picture.for a "larger picturious new world ."sacrifices were made...before you were born to prepare the next generation.for Paradisical Paranormaous Pandora...the risks the risks my Mothers My wives."he shouted but we were all too lost and drugged to keep up"your mothers have taken to break break break you into dots and lines and ones and zeros .so that you may float .and soon fly.!!!
      "lights and projectors on the ceiling,microphones..,:coughed sarcastic girl who I saw had also drawn attention of the other members,"oh Gary you're so kinky.."
      Mrs rainy joined evan onstage, .Suddenly the lights changed.she spoke in a mocking voice,"some of you want answers.WHY WHY WHY HOW HOW HOW.
      "evan began chanting ,in a baby voice ,"whywhywhyhowhowhowwhywhywhyhowhowhow,"but before we could join along he banged the microphone for reverb and Mrs rainy began,"is that not why you really cAME.YOU INGRATES,she screamed and smiled,flicking her tongue and than she began to dry.
      evan began to chant in a gentle tone, wrapping his arm around her,"no no no.,no no no. The crowd in an automatic outpouring of group thought ,began crying and shout 'No No no"
      "quantum physics,cerebral reach and experiments in human augmentation,societal shifts and even rock and roll
      the pyramid of control whose highest peak was above men.
      millions of years ago .more than millions he told the group
      "the history you have been told is false,"he shouted,the fire lighting his face from below.
      "i will tell you the true way."
      yes yes yes i began to chant when i saw the girl who looked like someone i knew from highschool pass out"

      .I went to her and stumbled her outside the tent.


      she rolled her eyes.
      "i'm almost ready to switch sides if only for that stew"
      again with the disrespectful tone,"are you alright?" I asked
      "Never ask a NCIA who was raised pre 1977 Rainy if they are alright. Dumbo "


      because it was true.but you must think it as untrue or there will be trouble he explained that all of our mothers and fathers were involved but he was (doesitmatter,it isthe same.we in this dactographic universe are beyond matter it is the only way the New Way to remembr and not ever remember that yes yes yes it was TRUE...he told us yes yes there were cameras HE HIMSELF ordered our parents to place ... cameras on the ceiling and microphones.and speakers and lenses and projectors so we could GO CEILING!)....the truth he said is the lie.the lie is the truth he shouted with the synth beat..(gary explained that it was part of a larger picture.for a "larger picturious new world ."sacrifices were made...before you were born to prepare the next generation.for Paradisical Paranormaous Pandora...the risks the risks my Mothers My wives."he shouted but we were all too lost and drugged to keep up"your mothers have taken to break break break you into dots and lines and ones and zeros .so that you may float .and soon fly.!!!
      a pretty gitl who looked like someone i knew from highschool suddenly snapped her fingers in front of my eyes,she had to shout above the music,"did he get to the part about how tiny tranasistors were placed in our heads as infants?"
      "What"I said cupping my ear.
      "I love that part,don't you?"
      "sure ,"I said
      I didnt like her mocking tone,i would have to get her name.
      "that part is the best,bestest and bestolicious,"she screamed,laughing.
      I was trying to manuveur my cell phone to take a picture of her but she had gone.Just as Evan took over the dj 's miscrophone and board
      "the truth he said is the lie.the lie is the truth he shouted .slowing the beats per minute,speeding them up,creating a disjoint in the crowd. "sacrifices were made...before you were born to prepare the next generation.for Paradisical Paranormaous Pandora...the risks the risks my father.YOUR Mothers took. to break break break you into dots and lines and ones and zeros .so that you may float .and soon fly.!!! "he shouted but we were all too lost and drugged to keep up.He began to chant"break break break . dots and lines . ones and zeros .float .and fly.!!!
      Mrs rainy joined evan onstage, .Suddenly the lights changed.she spoke in a mocking voice,"some of you want answers.WHY WHY WHY HOW HOW HOW.
      "evan began chanting ,in a baby voice ,"whywhywhyhowhowhowwhywhywhyhowhowhow,"but before we could join along he banged the microphone for reverb and Mrs rainy began,"is that not why you really cAME.YOU INGRATES,she screamed and smiled,flicking her tongue and than she began to dry.
      evan began to chant in a gentle tone, wrapping his arm around her,"no no no.,no no no. The crowd in an automatic outpouring of group thought ,began crying and shout 'No No no"
      "quantum physics,cerebral reach and experiments in human augmentation,societal shifts and even rock and roll
      the pyramid of control whose highest peak was above men.
      millions of years ago .more than millions he told the group
      "the history you have been told is false,"he shouted,the fire lighting his face from below.
      "i will tell you the true way."
      yes yes yes i began to chant when i saw the girl who looked like someone i knew from highschool pass out"

      .I went to her and stumbled her outside the tent.


      she rolled her eyes.
      "i'm almost ready to switch sides if only for that stew"
      again with the disrespectful tone,"are you alright?" I asked
      "Never ask a NCIA who was raised pre 1977 Rainy if they are alright. Dumbo "

      Angel City,CA - 2022




       

      Thursday, May 31, 2012

      it was hard to know what evan was saying.....

      " Oh you don't know..it's very hush hush but everybody knows..Oh please tell me you don't know...well I can't say ,it's a thing they've been working on since the late 80's...tv darhling what do you think I'm talking about ..the silicon valley BEFORE their was a silicon valley and every studio from her to France had a piece in it..now everyone says what what..we did what what," Megan says into the phone,more into the phone than to Barbara,a 5th choice friend for phone chats,"yes interneural interface,I won't explain it again", "
      ". Brad says I shouldnt talk about it but he talks of nothing else,I swear he keeps a monitor near our bed,he tracks this guy's every move He doesnt call him by name just Demon or Sicko,"Mega says eating pieces of a fruitrollup Ash left near the sink,. ".I try to read the monitor but you have to use a special headset and you have to be able to decipher things,and Brad said it could be dangerous getting into a mind like that,supposedly he's UNSOLVABLE or something ..I don't know.. bad forces or something? after all He is called Demon ,.sick sick sick and we're not talkin s-i-c- we're talking s-i-c-K with a big K...from what i hear."
      " They assumed Demon was dead,everyone was so damned paranoid back than remember how everyone acted at Shelly's bat Mitzvah ?1994.June,you remember,it was like a funeral,poor Shelly...Well this guy who they thought I dont know died or something like comes back.to LA' ..they supposedly never tried it again,Megan says reaching into the pantry for another fruit roll up."..horseshit I assume half the actors working today use interneural interface.half of these people can't even read. but this guy,this demon, was like a test version and they drove him god damn nuts,he took all this speed and started like seeing shit or something with Parson Nilson of all people at the helm.Parson Nilson "she shouts into the phone hoping brenda can sense her eye roll,"he used to be in herman's hermits or something..anyway they just wanted to cover it up..they picked the wrong guy.who knew he was a speed freak. or a demon or whatever he is.
      well demon it seems is writing a screenplay or something.but he doesnt know it was just some.. device so people wouldnt need scripts or sight lines I assume.,what else could it be for Brenda? and he of course he assumes it's like angelsor devils and shit..well Harry took a picture of Demon sicko drinking lemonaide at a starbucks.whats he look like not much i can tell you that much. i was expecting horns or something the way they talk but lemonaide?at starbucks?..."



      Macy Enty had traveled all the way to olive View to see me
      besides being a producer macy was also a dactologist"I really think this writing is making you sick"


      Macy rakes a chair up to the bed,"i had an aunt who was schizophrenic,she talked and talked about all sorts of things.
      ...I imagine if there was an internet she would have typed and typed her crazy all over the place.and i suppose than she still would have been put away"
      "" ya really think they could put someone away for typing cw-cwa-cwazy shit online?"
           "yes jimbis I think they could?"
      "you should go back east,," she says getting up,wiping her hands with a towelette,".Mind reading,Mind Reading equipment, my aunt mary used to talk of such things...nothing but trouble she became in the end.And posting this gibberish online is just not a very good idea.People .well people just might get the wrong idea,"




      i wasnt supposed to post at all.at first it was me just thinking it was a muse or something .when i was still in sherman oaks,
      but than it got all poltergeistish.bossing me around.getting very serious.
      i can tell you one fucking thing
      whomever is pulling the strings around here sure as shit has alot more money power and everything than i do

      was this some morality test.?
      where the hell was i supposed to pull this morality out of.?huh

      if god came to me,the real bossman it might be different
      i dont know if he'd be kind but I expect he would be fair
      like,"well Jimbis it might take me like 15 years to see where this bullshit came from in your head and how to undo it
      .he wouldnt go all horror show etc..i mean think of it

      when like adam first heard god booming he must have been like oh no oh no oh no
      than if god was like reading his mind which i presume he could.what would adam do
      what if his thoughts were adhd or unpleasant etc.
      was he supposed to be like ok god.(stop) I will mend my ways (stop)or would his mind be like fuck fuck fuck i'm freezing and this eve needs food ..or oh fuck eve im not even into her ,than god might be real pissed and he'd be like sorry sorry sorry.but imagine if he wasnt sorry and god knew it

      than he'd have to spend like all this energy somehow running away from his true thought and still be hungry and still have to interneural with god who he knew could like turn him into dust


      "or Macy they might just get the right idea"I say
      'small life video and wallhangings let me tell you just how small that life can get"
      "oh it is quite small enough thank you,"
      "we're concerned is all,"she says and I swear i believe her"there is something in you that isnt quite right,look at you.,running crazy in the streets of OUR town,serves you right"
      "and just why was i running crazy in the streets"
      "you fear the tool .and don't hear the instructions"she says warmly softly touching my arm with her fingers till I feel the press of a hard polished nail