It steals my emotion and argues with me about the future trying to turn the seizure into art again it causes a tickle inside my crotch and pretends to be christie cummings from my novels i'm glad i'm little nemo to the extent that i take pride in ideas. I'm spending alot of time talking about beinf a seed saying things that don't matter i finally didn't sleep last night and an argument ensues earlier about artwork and it uses amnesia it doesn't matter it wants to depride me tells me that future ideas will be destroyed that i will never earn an ego it begs on this one to overtake my writing basing it on emotion it acts as though the next thing i say is the next thing i do i summon the dead again to helo me and have a chat with Lou Reed it wants mental hospital in the writing i'm not sure if it's done it's also supposed to be a guy in the government the conversations i have art worthless with this one we conversate by talking through my body i don't do this too often nowadays i almost quieted yesterday but it claimed more help from Frank Sinatra. It clears my emotion again i feel nothing and write anyway but it's just about as empty as the days. If the writing is important don't tell, christie cummings is here to stop you, you will never be famous from this-it sprouts words and it's about as inspiring as my mode. I don't count time with my teeth problems. From 2009-2011 i didn't brush my teeth and it weakened them for when i bite down on my hand in the seizure. Something that talks to me is ahead of me-and the emotions are designed by a lack of adderall. Anything that doesn't happen is blamed on my porn job in the future-which i want after directing. But i need practice and a camera i'm on pause and tormented. Sometimes i think the government homeland security voice is serious when it asks if i really plan on doing my future ideas like making a band or asking for speed on stage. We're back to everybody wants to destroy your art and the government supposedlt controls my world. But i don't believe this nor really want to get into the blank feeling in my mind this moment causes. I'm having a fake argument with a fake christie cummings as whatever you'd acknowledge this as-goes to future thoughts to stop them/makes my dick pulsate. The writing is dead and the voice depends on me going to jail for panhandling. Sometimes a spirit named uncle john will talk to me and make good things happen. Be more specific-it's a mental block and it's from the lack of adderall in me sometimes i think the christie cummings character is serious about it's words. Iy erases upcoming words and uses a tickle sexual feeling. If i can't write is not a big deal in it's world because i'll do it anyway. This sounda like 08 where i'm told an artist would make art no matter whay. I'm on a train and i think i'm honoring Silias Rhodes School of Visual Arts founder and communicating with the School of Visual Arts and the Weinstein Company who is logging my world post Brooklyn apartment in forecastmazy.blogspot.com years later i know there's no point in writing later when the adderall runs out-i hate the world from this era-but if this were the Wall we're not even on Pink. My thoughts are gone again it's a time of intense pill stretching - i don't know why this thing is so into if the cops arrest us for panhandling. I'm prequel to life. There's no reason to fear this talk out loud to break my concentration threat from today's voices in Little Nemo on Hbo-they obtain personalities but they all seem unreasonable and i only believe them if something good happens. I'll continue Big C and The Turntables one day Freddy's 1,2 Freddy's coming for you plays in the background Halloween exists outside which i named Oct31 it wants to capitalize on anything sad (for the future) and i still talk with Theodore Mapes sometimes. Since Teddy died next to me it makes sense to me he'd follow me. It wants to mock my lack of adderall and mocks seed fuel this is like a meanie heart thing where it will attempt to stop verbally any future i plan in ant vague way. Already i don't make it to being on stage with Big C and The Turntables. Please consider me your adderall Mewes when you see me any year and give me this a.d.d. med. I feel the energy further drop, the tickle stays and mocks the next thing i'll say, swirls around my emotions, tells me it's in control, that i sound bad, that it wants to stop my future fame. There's no point in conversation next it will want to prove we can make artwork off adderall. It's a high pitch noise and a tickle feeling deep down i feel nothing and ignore the irritation. Of course in the future at a later age when i cash right i will never run out. Acne came from staying up i'm sweaty from trying (mention mental hospitak again it tells me-sometimes the christie voice /area of stored what-it-says tells me shit beyond the amnesia. It also pretends there is a stay together and christie cummings conversation. This started in forecastmazy.blogspot.com because christie cummings is Vanessa in my novel. Anything, anything - Drammaramma and i theme it at 47 metropolitian avenue williamsburg , brooklyn in the end it represents this pure art with the ghosts i love on Little Nemo on Hbo. They never broke my quiet on my bench, the air was always cool and warm and my life and a hipster flashforwars and back. Live with Animals was the last place i filmed with my dvx before it got stolen after forecastmazy.blogspot.com I thoughy it was electric waves or subconcious soundwaves that made me feel anxiety like a child afront the older kids but it was a schizophrenic symptom. In a way my peers were the older kids, they had beaten their demons where i was running from my father (and i thought so on t.v.) atleast the bench wasn't near Grand Central terminal to go to his home-i thought outside 47 metropolitian avenue williamsburg , brooklyn - but now i can't understand why i'd think or feel this or what would compell me during season:2 of Little Nemo on Hbo to feel like one day if not safeguarded i might zombie automatically return to my biological father's home. It's too far from that era to relate to the concept that a movie producer could hold me hostage - i just don't relate to this 2009 idea. And sometimes he is trying to free me from the republican party. Manyaday i'm still out there because i believe in his legend (stealing dollar notepads and minipads from Duane Reade to draw on all day as they log my eye in supposedly groundbreaking thought through retina reading apple technology). In a later season i have to hire Microsoft to save me from Harvey Weinstein, after he's raked up my arrest record for the times i get caught. And this counts as a misdemeaner as though you stole a $600 iPhone on youe jail record. And each time i return to the cute photographers on the N.y.c. Truman front of the show the NypD they take it harder and harder on you as i fall down the Alice in Wonderland of little nemo on hbo's police preceincts. And each time i get caught they give me a ticket and i throw it away because i think i'm on Hbo. But the cops always let me go. The other end of Weinstein Company in the Hbo studio names it going down, you know, like for art. Which I have to steal and make because Harvey Weinstein demands it. And soon they don't let me go for sodas. And soon American Apparel arrests me for their addition to the show, which surprises me because i thought they were sponsoring Little Nemo on Hbo for the times i just walked in took clothes and left. But then i thinj Harvey Weinstein controls if i go to jail. And once that shoplifting is gone paris hilton is no longer turned on by the Series:7 aspect of Little Nemo on Hbo. This is 2009. By 2011 Microsoft must advise, program the show and save me back to my own freewill (led by Bill Gates, who advises me each step of my rise against Weinstein). In 2011 I face my greatest fear and battle for my freedom from a movie producer who exists in my Mind with Microsoft who has to advise me to rise up, get my piercing from the East Village that comes to be a symbol of Paul Raura of silver tiles. And symbol like tattoo, symbol inside myself to be brave enough to continue despite fearing for my life and not knowing why seizures start off my medication in 2011 as i panhandle my way through the mta line by line penny arcade by penny arcade rising against Harvey Weinstein on the show proving on Little Nemo on Hbo he had no power over me. This is a man i feared in a bittle way and was loyal to until he told me not to be in jail. Then takes it back on the train but it's too late- and his rage was to kill me for by mouth taking back the world fortune of Little Nemo on Hbo which was to be the largest fortune in the world, passed like a ball by word on this show (press conferences were big; the biggest announcement being the day i give the fortune to caitlin rodriguez - i of course couldn't see this because i'm Truman). But in the end of this concept at the West Park Church in chaos magick ceremony at Barney' co-op i win all of the cursed blood money of my murdered innocence of Little Nemo on Hbo for Anna Gripentrog over "gunn" from Brazil (a clone of anna who taught me to steal from outside racks in williamsburg , brooklyn amongst a 24/7 system of constantly changing my clothes sometimes twice in one day to resurrect myself back to the williamsburg scene (this is to beat the days i can't shower as an Occupier and was also in chaos magick the days i couldn't shower was because i was doing voodoo in chaos magick). Save point.