As should be clear I'm having problems with Google and I'm assuming the problems I'm having our my own and we have nothing to do with Google.
Now I've spoken about the archives, I'm trying to leave Google and go someplace else and see if I can push a more complete story of the so-called narrative because the story has a true narrative.
To do this correctly I need a degree of anonymity, this is why I began purchasing items for my disguise, if you go to work in Texas, the way I work, you're going to need to disguise. Don't get me wrong, this is in full reality check, I'm not fooling anyone!
But I'm not trying to fool anyone!
Anyway, I need to resurrect some of my dead components. And in the modern world you have IDs and passwords so I'm going to the gravesites and trying to resurrect their souls and him having great difficulty because the passwords don't work.
So I go to a unique place in my own archive where I howl's the skeletons that would be a house for skeletons to see if I can resurrect some of these dead components.
This is quite a sizable room in the binary world of my archives.
I have a lot of dead components!
What amazes me is all of the circles I'm saying. All of the circles I am seeing. Now, I came here to find passwords and try to reconnect to some dead souls. This is a reoccurring theme in my artwork if I can ever get it released to you.
I have to open every document in this room to try to find the given password forgiven dead souls.
And then I start tripping over personal notes I've made to myself.
I'm not going to post some of those personal notes and you need to remember I'm not going to change anyone's name these are real people in these are their real names and these are real events.
They have nothing to do with my passwords but the have everything to do with my state of mind.
Document 1
Story: March 11, 2012.
Why I'm on high ground, repeats. She doesn't have pockets, black slacks and a black top but no pockets.
Spyglass this type, coded, like Nikon or night core lens.
Multipage notes dated January 9, 2012:
Dr. DS Swiss lake, prehistoric.
Back to the basics, Luckenbach Texas, the basics of love.
Talking heads.
XB–both sexes.
Japanese brew or braw –Q?
Gentiles.
Page 2. Gentiles–doorway to darts, oddly.
Elfs–history, location of, culture, culture from place to place, behavior from place to place, skills from place to place.
The house in the UK, Iceland–elfs won't.
So, other elf?
He wants Magic held in check as much as possible, (empty or empathy Q) in England right now.
Page 3, XB - languages both spoken and written, much like counting cards in blackjack or bridge.
Document 2
Random note collection 010613
This would be a classical Jeffrey quote, “Counting on you is like watching a lit fuse.”
Returning to school, Crawford on January 8 and Jesse on January 14.
Joe Mondo asked me to pick Peter up at the airport: January 2, a Wednesday. I did so and Peter asked me if I'm okay about giving up on my life and my hopes and dreams. At first I didn't let this bother me, I have a very realistic picture of where and what I'm in right now. By this time his past I've become quite angry with it, it's really none of his concern.
Later that day I had a discussion with Justin, I'm not an artist according to his vision.
On December 30, 2012 I got an e-mail from some programming company told me that three people on Facebook unfriended me, they had a program that would tell me to go and possibly why. Does anyone think I really care.
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These are in no way complete renditions of either document they merely demonstrated type of circle or in this case circles.
You may or may not consider what I do artwork, to a degree that's irrelevant.
What's fascinating is I took a photograph representing some of the dynamics found in these old documents, as usual I use a number of techniques to make my so-called artwork meaningful.
I'll describe the image because I don't think I'm going to get around to reshaping the thing, it's in very high resolution because my smaller camera was having its card extracted so I had to pick up a slightly bigger beast.
But this is all technical talk. The image was taken on Vietnam day, I just take a baby's bottle to a stop sign post and along with that they spent Texas lottery ticket. I image the thing and for the record I artistically composed the image to make meanings far beyond what you see. In other words it was Vietnam day and I was talking to the novel and I was talking to Vietnam!
I then turned, I wasn't wearing a shirt, and saw something etched into the concrete so I made an image of my shadow with this etching being supported by my shadows shoulder.
You may or may not consider what I'm doing artwork.That's fine it's your prerogative.
Now I need to go back to the thrift store I was at yesterday, I was at a number of first horse yesterday, but there was a young lady sitting outside and she doesn't know this but I actually have her image inside of my computer before I met her. I didn't exactly need her all the low point to. I didn't exactly meet her although I wanted to she is quite younger than me and I'm not feeling that appealing to anyone right now.
Anyway I was on a mission. I was going to do some serious hard-core voodoo and I want you to know I completed that task!
So I went down the back alley way with the magic voodoo dust and material in hand...
I then saw something strange on the road so I stopped and made several images of it and then I realized that this was magic stuff, seriously is mission point!!!!
I gathered the so-called magical components and then created the voodoo, not using those components at a given site concerning ethnic grocery stores.
I made a movie of this and I meant to photograph the thing when I completed but a big green truck was barreling down my backside. Some of you might think I'm joking some of you might not consider this to be voodoo or artwork but then again it kind of depends upon what kind of walk you're standing on. What kind of rock....
The green truck preventing me from imaging the voodoo so I drove way. Now I was sitting with some new magical components and I'm trying to downsize and minimize all of the stuff I'm carrying around. I really only have one thing that supercharged and I'm tempted to throw it away but that would cut connections with the so-called Tishomingo line.
Anyway I don't want to carry this magic with me I put it in a black pan and I go to a pinning site I gather the materials as well as a golf club and I walk into a place where know the money is.
If you had a deep archive you could actually find this very image! That's right, I went to an old gravesite and found some money buried in the ground... It doesn't matter if you believe this or not I did image the thing and at one time it was pushed forward.
I divested myself of the magic and did a little voodoo and then gathered the black pan and I made a mark on than historical marker because this was more than one historical marketplace... Not exactly right damn close.
I'm not got to turn over some more stones so I'm not going to be able to push any so-called media forward.
My brother watched a show on the public television station about round rock Texas. You know I can give you an entirely different scenario about that place and I could paint a different picture concerning docs docs a bird that flies and likes water not really a goose but a duck....
Lie a little - won't you
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