Saturday, October 11, 2014

(a blotch,a splotch) Mirrors and Mind /Mind Interface by Cole Cohen 8/12/14

ev·i·dence
 
noun
 
 
the available body of facts or information indicating whether a belief or proposition is true or valid
 
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 CHAPMAN

CHIPMAN

HITMAN
 
   HEAT!
 
 
 
the voice sayS
 
and I see a flag
SEEMINGLY FLOATING
 
in mid air
 
does it matter
which one?
 
am I supposed to alliance myself with
 
 
some flag
 
that
appears before me.that only I see?
or
some voice that
I hear within me
that only I hear?

why did 'it"
 
tell me it' was A.I.,Psychotronic
and cybernetic
in it's
origin...
 
 
according to the interfacer
 I have been CHOSEN!!!!!
 
 
to
be
 
what I will soon become!
 
a hero!

a hear the first bars of Quincy Jones"Soul Bossa Nova"

and hear that I have reached Level 6
in my training

but "what am I being trained for..."


only the Voice Knows
 


 

IN BOOKS

IT'S THE VAMPIRES WHO DON'T LIKE LOOKING INTO MIRRORS
 
BUT THE" VAMPIRES "WHO TAKE ANOTHER IN REAL LIFE
PREFER IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND-
 
 
 

I come upon youTube..I have less and less reason to go out
the days
before me
filled with mindless diversion
YouTube videos of songs I remember ...

I come to youtube site
 
 I search for a  Sammy Davis Jr.rendition of some song
and when I see
the video

.
 I think
 
or notice ...."Black Guy"

and  this recognition

that is automatic

I sense "perturbs ' my 'mentor" via BCI

that he misperceives what were once my perceptions alone
and
finds me racist

 hey, I graph,did I come up with the fuckin word BLACK jackass?


(ooooh I will pay for my nasty "thoughts"....it's like G-d ...but he's in your head and real real strict and "trippy' with showing you visuals of things a bit more scary than burning bushes)


because I am nervous ( tell someone not to think of elephants
and ...sure enough ....
they
\think of elephants


                           I recall when I was a kid someone said  something about black people....
like
 if you touch a black guy his blackness will rub off on your hand...like shoe polish might

                               was it my fault the kid said it...?

NO
but was it MY FAULT for remembering IT
and thus transmitting it

I am aware of how insane this notebook reads

One set of notebooks I keep in one drawer
the other in a separate
one


as I am receiving information
the VOIVE says
is for my eyes only

about what this is REALLY for


but I am "told'
I am interfaced so much discordant
information

I do not know what to think

I tend to think
of my thoughts
in the same vernacular when they go all  abugraib on my ass with this shit

mind games

they see I am 'concerned about my thoughts on Sammy D avis Jr.
and my
thought being
Look there's a black guy...who looks like Sammy davis junior ...


and this becomes
the grenade for the day

BLACK

no " Intellectual"explanation of
"Why you think black skin...why not singer as your automatic response Racist ?
              


ahhhhh...why try to explain the explainable ...except that it grows more unacceptable and not less so.....
especially when I am drugged to the gills with neuroleptics
that make me cranky....


(pills they give schizophrenics and psychotics....to lessen hallucinations...)

quite the opposite
when your 'condition"
is not quite
what it might presume


I consider my recently watched porn history
to be a testament to my
non racist
slant   ...I joke to myself...but I can no longer joke about it....
as the information in the other notebooks insinuates
I must help THEM do something about 'the situation"

 

thing IS ..I don't KNOW who THEM is?

 

everything
 get's either lost or somehow 'embossed' in translation

oooooooh how heartless I am to them...ooooooooooooh how cold....and craaaaazy and sick.....

never mind the
sorta sick side effects
of BCI ,A.I> and Immersive Reality 24/7

post traumatic TEST disorder {ha} .



 my" Mentor"

attempts (some better than others)to correct
my "trespasses"

concerning my
THOUGHTS

not what I say
according to Neuronautics
what one says is "the lie'
what one thinks is "The Truth"

my question is .....who gives a flying fuck really either way?
I mean unless someone has killed someone

for no reason



I suppose the 'best' kind of person
for BCI
is one without either thoughts or memories ..or words for that matter
some hush
some biological vehicle
raised  in a white room
without access to any sight and sound but
what is introduced to them from day one...

just down load
Chairman Mao or something gradually into some baby's brain

8/14/14

I bought an old fashioned shaving razor today
a kind my granddad used to have
cost me 70 bucks
but If i'm gonna go slit slat on my wrist I want to do with
something a bit more sure thing than a gillete


 should never have gone snooping around
.....in LA...
or had submitted "Notes from Limbo"to that magazine

should never have
written about Neuronautics...

but  they assure me they ARE NOT nEURONAUTICS
BUT
something more ...and less...
and more and less.

sometimes
sometimes
sometimes


the shaving razor is a comfort....
a friend


an exit door...


it's so seamless....I fear I am teaching them 'how to do it better?"

I have not seen my family in over a year....
when I told them about 'it"
their faces dropped...
their hopes for me dropped ...

their son ....
a LOON

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8/16/14


THERE ARE GLITCHES
in BCI                                            

which I assume
will and can never be
worked out concerning the dynamics
of..

a system
that literally transcribes and transmits brain signals including one's Inner Vision (inner vision is simply what one SEES with their Eyes Wide Shut....

if I type the word
TEAL

assuming
A. You are not blind
and
B . that you know what "teal" means
it a fucked up shade of blue green with grey in it..

it's a muted color....
that according to my Intra -neural Mentor
upper class people like
more than under privileged folks
I used to be privileged folks is all I can think
I live now in a welfare motel(yes. That's the word...although they call the rooms apartments
 
The VOICE ...I refuse to call "IT" a mentor
mocks my last thought
I coulda been a CONTENDA"
 
in some take on 'faggy" voice
I hear I lineanawelfaremotelthatsthewordforjionhjpqg
 
 
PO' FOLK! the VOICE explains" prefer primary colors that are brighter...
and less subdued
at least according to some neural reads they did in Memphis last year
 the neural data was for some
industrial carpet company that wanted to if they could tweak some of their formaldehyde "po' folk"
synthetic fibers to a more 'vibrant' sense of beige or something

I interface back that I I really don't care
my mind is going....
the absurdity of
nah nah nah nah nah with
some disembodied
 
8/21/14 
 
perhaps the geniuses who came up with this brand of  mindfuck
never
considered
for instance if one had a few drinks too many the night before...
and wakes up lookin' all
pale and pulverized..
you the morning after..."i just wanna brush my teeth'
who's idea was to place mirrors right on top of a fuckin sink anyway?

but in spite of your red eye  you glance at your sorry hung over self anyway
how can't ya...
if you floss?

and ya' see
---a blotch,a spot..

 in the mirror...

ya know...that's all defined cause your skin needed hydration
not Guinness
you don't zone in on the
 small scar....on one's cheek ...
but a flicker of thought might ignite some preneural firing

ahhh yes
that blotch


a pimple I  tinkered with ..1983 was it..?
...
the remembrance of things best not remembered
just the same
one  who's been modified knows best remembered or not
the
recall has been  is transmitted
to another...
    just the same

I attempt to think AWAY from the "sick"
"sicko"
thought...

 
OH ONE HAD BETTER!


which would not have seemed so 'sick' if this thought was kept to one's self(I ONLY WRITE of it HERE...to give
another) just a hint of
how just plain "odd'
this form of communication is


 what fun is it to simply Kill someone with a bullet when
a tech has come along that can take years to
accomplish
end game

and in the mean time one's mind is used like a meat packing plant uses every bit of a cow
sirloin
to tongue
to hooves

 

                                                          
a decompensating begins
which is quite similar
to the decompensating
that one sees in one suffering from schizophrenia...
the only difference is that
one's hallucinations are calculated not by madness
but by the smartest guys and gals 'in the room"

 

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