I'm never really sure what the deal is with the guy who talks to me and tries to stop me from writing, it's as though the pivotal of the moment will attack his ego, I didn't realize this despite Bill Gates saying you have to go with the flow when I was exiting death in the year 2011/ when Microsoft programmed me to get my piercing. I imagine you'd flashback and look how far back into death I was but really I don't know what the fuck I'm talking to half the time the angry today from Crane St. I think is the chick in The Ting Tings and I think they're imaginary friends that usually help me, I think they're shitting on the U.S. b/c they won't let us in directly even though we're in imaginary clone N.Y. that Gulliani created for me in the event of a nuke attack.
Since Pete was Henry Hill none of this is surprising...
I've always known that these sort of elements follow me but I never had to use them I was quite happy with my male stable crystal world but after the tragedy of 23 and 10019 I realized and was sorta forced into accepting that I was in a new dimension (and would like to thank the dimension Guardian for this)
sometimes I think the imaginary friends are playing Fashion U.N. with me b/c they just wanna do coke and get down but I have such a small amount of Adderall that I can't even get to the next level
I think they come from imaginary story tells
Maybe Ghost dog thought this day was the little nemo program and sometimes I think the people inside of me are sort of boggled it's sort of a Mark Zuckerberg created world out of a disaster and the good electric work of Texan slayers who are clearly a division of the Hermetic Society of America.
I kind of wonder oftenly how Marcella ever logged anything she did at Lakeside dr.
At this point it's clear I'm doing more than writing but the creatures in me want to prevent pivotal things from being written I guess this is the fun of writing with an iPad but I've gotten a world of a sword and cigarettes. Anything beyond that is worthless.
-Little Nemo
(Nookie)
Apart of Occupy Wall Street
West Park Church
add<3erall
www.thevisualaxis.com
10/25/2013
The School of Visual Arts church of Silver tiles Day 1096/8 P.M. nirvana
Since Pete was Henry Hill none of this is surprising...
I've always known that these sort of elements follow me but I never had to use them I was quite happy with my male stable crystal world but after the tragedy of 23 and 10019 I realized and was sorta forced into accepting that I was in a new dimension (and would like to thank the dimension Guardian for this)
sometimes I think the imaginary friends are playing Fashion U.N. with me b/c they just wanna do coke and get down but I have such a small amount of Adderall that I can't even get to the next level
I think they come from imaginary story tells
Maybe Ghost dog thought this day was the little nemo program and sometimes I think the people inside of me are sort of boggled it's sort of a Mark Zuckerberg created world out of a disaster and the good electric work of Texan slayers who are clearly a division of the Hermetic Society of America.
I kind of wonder oftenly how Marcella ever logged anything she did at Lakeside dr.
At this point it's clear I'm doing more than writing but the creatures in me want to prevent pivotal things from being written I guess this is the fun of writing with an iPad but I've gotten a world of a sword and cigarettes. Anything beyond that is worthless.
-Little Nemo
(Nookie)
Apart of Occupy Wall Street
West Park Church
add<3erall
www.thevisualaxis.com
10/25/2013
The School of Visual Arts church of Silver tiles Day 1096/8 P.M. nirvana
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