Double tap on slow down thanks to the battery pooping out. I don't choose to get DXM; it just shows up at my apartment. I chose not to do it these past sixteen times I've been financially abused, give or take, to then be corrupted by my random word generator thanks to Pegasus II, but I said fuck it this time, light goes up and down to go higher than up alone like in Mario with the feather/cape, and I got two good poems and some good progress in something else I was stagnating on, plus a lil here n there.

Doesn't take much. George Carlin said that when talking about only needing a hit of weed, and I can say from experience that you don't even need it. After I got ran outta Eugene, Oregon for accidentally soliciting a fellow homeless man to rent out his dog by the half-hour to my sex cult while offering him roughly seven dollars in mostly change, as the CIA told me to, I met a man who made me miss a bus by how it was clearly also "God" who sent this man to me, who talked in a roundabout way about how sexual impulse just goes away if you stop using those circuits, and that very much proved true while I was homeless for another two years, in Portland and Miami/Miami Beach.

Then I lived with my one handler in Tennessee for two years while I wrote my book. I thought that book was a ten outta ten, but it's closer to about a six. What I could write now could be a genuine ten, at least to some people. I tell some people that God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system, and they go back to watching Pokémans.

That was one thing Vince, my one handler and titular character in my book, taught me, how the United States government way back in the 50s realized that we needed to create the counterculture to cultivate that rebellious spirit into something meaningful, and so we got two foreign bands of divergent qualities of rebelliousness to get a lotta American youths to move west and cause a cultural revolution on the opposite coast of where the economic powerhouse of the world was stationed.

Y'know, we planned 9/11 well before the towers started being constructed and deliberately chose to set the emergency number as that during the same year that the towers first began construction to then put tons of hints in media BECAUSE it BOTH destroyed a significant chunk of what you saw in Wolves on Wall Street (Mammon) as well as helped prepare people for the shift towards open truth in the culture.

What that means is, the Christ/Buddha/etc achieved enlightenment during their lifetimes and taught the same ish that they're teaching the prodigies of defiant capacity (I demonstrated I was brave enough to stand up to God by lying when I faked schizophrenia to get outta ROTC; I am that naturally counterintelligent) the nature of enlightenment in a quasi-secret manner. By that, I mean MKULTRA is declassified. If you want to understand what's in this one ten thousand PAGE sutra about the Ālaya-vijñāna, just read that same declassified MKULTRA document I did.

It's clever what's been done in our culture to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those showing promise into the occult. I mean, you would never read what Aleister Crowley was on about, right? Certainly not enough to care to try to understand. And thus you don't see me either.

In WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns that made the ships more easy to spot but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range. Dubbed dazzle camouflage, thiz basik principal dat u dunt needed too hyde sumting 2 protact güd, yam et say you no see but if you choose they see you see them and then you notice them noticing you notice them, and they do, cuz actually God.