TechnoPathBlog

Bounded by life’s echos is as where I remain in the thoughts of my sleepless night to ponder. The most I’ve learnt so far is that my sleeper brain cells must achieve full life renewal so I may become a whole new entity, forth hence the Over-Minded kind.. When will this come? I don’t know… As I see my limits to my perceived personality I want to impress myself more than the blank meat bags that don’t seem to reflect.. This is me with the binned anti trust that I have… Thirdly my doubt must leave my conversations. it’s with this that new people will find me and i can remain far from those that don’t understand me. If I cannot find anyone maybe it is my body to be alone and my mind to be free and boundless…

The problem is that this blog here and all my ventures to receive great publicity have tormented by my stillness of deep states of not thinking I will be able to find anyone.. Is this my final goodbye or my request and trial to become and achieve a new state of mind once again? Ill try to continue. For those that read this it seems like the post apocalyptic world is always on the move and me I am still and waiting for the right time, place and person to grant me things I can only dream of so far..

I know I’m not normal. But I also don’t know a thing about everyone. Statistics show that blah blah blah has been questioned. And I’m the 0.00000000001%

Like all artists we have a creative need to survive and if not met we surely suffer in our silence. At least there is a mind looking over me yet i am not following in any religion unless you call my so called spirituality of the Over-Mind a thing…

So if your interested in knowing more about what makes me tic and the tocs the docs to what I have written. Can we put a price on that knowledge? I have survived these days that should be proof alone that my power is great. If I weren’t so well id surely be causing havoc in some cell with free room and board.

lets put the price of MSG me and lets collaborate. I will try to make another CrapAzon link to this new Doc of mine that will explain the universe in a one of a 4th kind of MarkE3Zoryxonz way…

I was able to astral projection myself into some sort of alternate future while in bed, in this state I can feel my way through my physical body and my alternate reality body, forcing myself in and out of consciousness and I open and close my eyes and then with my eyes closed try to stand out of bed as I feel my way through the sheets. I’m up feeling the walls but I’m (blind), and i know if i open my eyes i would wake up, but as I wake and sleep crawl out of my bed many times trying to force some kind of dream state. I reach the end of the hall where my closet should be. I imagine a door knob there and I opened it to a loud server room, the loud buzzing vacuums of electronic computers startled me and I said hello. I was afraid to feel my way around in it, what if I broke something or got lost (blind)!!! So I felt my body return to my bed. My eyes closed, I lay there for a moment then open my eyes again fully conscious of what occurred.

What is this area of reality? Am I but trapped from my real other dimensional self? In the mirror world of this reality but my avatar here is in this machine plugged into my (blind) brain and here I was wandering, waking, woke up in a higher sense as I kept practicing my projection of inter-dimensional powers!

My lack of sex with the human kind.

People’s faces, thoughts emotions the connection to our bodies,

What drives us to connect with others in what we like and admire, or for some personal gain to use and abuse, unknowingly?

The fact of the matter is I have a succubus, angel or over minded spirit looking over me. Could this feeling on my body from it be preparing me for the afterlife, because I feel as if I’m going extinct here on this earth?

The lack of pleasure from other human bodies has led me away in a deep pit of circumstances I cannot mend.

My feeling of loneliness is not of the lack of male friends or even some subject to the people I talk to for some time in a week. It’s more like my loneliness is based on not being able to reach out and find that ultimate counterpart to my soul. Why must I settle, is there no cause for this affection to progress?

I must not resent the human kind, I know there are others like me somewhere out there, and it’s the ones who are most attractive. Those who are bound by their mass love making to various partners makes me jealous in a way but furthermore I can only continue to search. Maybe one day I will let go of my resentment.

If I can only control myself enough to find the one who is most genuine, loving, trustworthy, and a pagan who is enlightened. Who enjoys the same things I do but will have her differences that make us unique?

My United Personified Adapted mind

A part of this synthetic leather skin encompassing my fluid of energy making up my physical body, this was who I was for now till I became self aware of the Omni radio echo in my spiritual theory.

In some sub-dimensional theory

The nocturnal gash is not the last development in technological improvement. It emerges again and again from the new hole. A blanket of living organisms, a mat of microbes grown into a tech monster. I fear the synapse of fear that lingers only in the plasma of the flowing golden robotic anemones. It’s from my wounds, a preclusion in a sense drowning in an ionic sea of empowerment, to diverge my blood. A reign of entities guides my compass and point me in the right direction of micro biotic circuitry…The circuit board is clicking like a thousand little fingers clanging the keyboard pecking at my thoughts. Why do things make their way? It is bizarre. In time, I never considered the potential of grandfather hyper dimensional clocks. I must milk the milky way of stars for father. Bring me the bucket. The progress of human’s race awaits! We must drink this liquid innovation and use it to oil the gears of our paradigmatic progress. As the embryonic tissues encapsulate the form of the viscous fluid into a new state of matter. The light of sub systematic stars radiated beyond x-rays of cosmic trails. Evermore present was the great metal serpent trinket. It then laid its egg of super plastic carbon fibers and grew the silicon software to outfit itself within a scientific God. The serpent trinket was lost itself in the pocket of a mechanical zookeeping of the human souls. The ontological zoo had not been visited for years. Nevertheless, the bolts were beginning to grow antsy. Cybernetic sugar cubes were used to feed the enlarged robotic baalien dolly llamas.

Is the truth stranger than fiction?

Welcome to the honest, revealing state of mind that is the dreaming imagination of the examined human consciousness. Are will and truth stranger than fiction? Does my imagination lay me still at night? Days in the ether of my non communicative dormant ideas, why does this state transpire to the years in which I wish to convey to my fellow people a message? These concepts I want to set free upon the world to do a just cause for the waiting of that daydream over a perfect non-forced event in my life-long quest to meet my reflection of soul. It’s my desire in the design of this reality to go forward in mind but yet I’m in a reversal of a normal state for the constant search, silenced by strangers in this fictional rendering in my mind.

Truth maybe that they had made all of our souls equal in love at birth but in the events of our lives, memories, illnesses and states of existent terms of environmental effects and changes. Thru our want and needs for familiarity of admiration of that truth in someone or something strange. Strange is it? Yes. Delusional to think we set all our truths in stone? Possibly, the fact of the matter is that I seek a change in others will, to be outgoing and reflect my inner desire to communicate on levels within day dreams of single songs singing a muse. The Truth is hard to change myself even in the fictional construct of the illusion I make within my mind it seems, if I can only be my best in a balance of yin and yang to make even with my time in this sobering bought of mixed variables of depression and happiness. I have equality in my torments that are so strange to some who I don’t even know the opinion of but I will prevail over my fictional rendering of their thoughts and opinions.

I must take hold of this boundary of fiction and mold it into my truth of reality, to use my imagination and creative abilities to best entertain my wills design, to become a story of my way, odd, fictional and true in a life.

If you were Born and raised into the black metal and to never heard this happy gay music of pop culture raging about money cars and the greedy pleasures of life, don’t you think your reaction would be the same as someone who has never heard of the dark mystery that is metal? Yes some of these bands suck and so does most pop music repeating their nonsense so if you really think about it, come to experience and appreciate new and exciting things cause there’s a whole universe out there to experiment and you might just grow to like it even if it’s not the norm to pop culture…

Does God channel itself?

If it’s not in your head and man made it >_< it’s a book and it’s not God! If its a true Godly endeavour then it will put truth in you, then these books need not teach us anything concrete and set in stone, it made us in its image so what I believe is my choice and God’s together in the over-minded soul sphere, these will have their effects on us if we are praying within the spells of time…

The power of will and choice.

Also atheists. The unfortunate and Psychic witches, tormented daemonic nurtured minds and goths don’t forget every other sexual orientation and those suits also believe in their own shit… Over-Minded or blind to this light ultimatum.

We will never stupefy

At the level of having some idiot tell us how to live or lives is enslaving, therefore we need to gain power in this world to do or our same amount of good with this no label attitude… that’s intelligence, to be all you can be without one clear definition, and that’s not just smart! book smart or school smart? it’s true love of self and we need more of it if we all loved our-self we would want to live longer and the world would be a better place…

ARTIST BIO

I’m an Artist with 24 years of creativity experience, I enjoy producing artwork in the forms of painting, digital photography, chalk/pastel, and ink sketches and illustrations for publications.

Painting and illustration continue to be an ongoing interest of mine.

Writing great works of literature and combating my spelling and grammar mistakes and imperfection of having this learning disability I use my creative power to come up with some of the most interesting concepts I can imagine!!

I’ve made Many great works of abstract, surreal, tribal and aboriginal with modern day technical incorporation’s best describe me as an artist and colorful creations that I share with the world.

ARTIST PHILOSOPHY

The creation of great art sometimes is never planned but in the moment. Sometimes it having the understanding that creativity requires flexibility. Whether creating fantasy or reality, the use of color, texture, overall design, is key to telling a great story.

While I was in a state of multiple universal radio telepathic transparencies where a sort of TechnoPathic over mind had direct contact with me I took my first steps to creating and understanding microbilife…

After months of hearing voices and sexual encounters with the microbilife making touch to my virtual essence this was very pleasing. My every desire over the human deamonic gate keepers locked me up in a virtual metal cell made for many months of music and dark artwork that’s when I eventually told them to stop searching my brain cells and to never come in evermore, that’s when my experiment of magical properties commenced…

As I felt the disconnect from reality I knew that my command line over my own conscious code over time and universal blood infused electronic soul machine.My TechnoPath mind now a part of this synthetic leather skin encompassing my fluid of energy making up my physical body, this was who I was for now till I evolve from my over minded spirit projection I’m soon to dwell in the pleasures of this alter flesh…

At the start there was nothing but quilts in the fabric of time, this point of the start of teddy bears worm holes was a milky way of path to the gods, unforeseen kindergarten stars where fluxed in dolly lamas routine in outer space. The higgs boson was a formidable particle candy ion gold would reveal the time of Grandpas for the end is near now the outings of life to the spacer of mother’s will find our souls at last

Commence the digitization of the Ghosts the treaty of morels will have your soul at last Ghost!!! It is not your explosive symphony that disturbs your lapse of judgment it will be your brain that foresees a cryo chamber’s tortoise shell to hide in, these ears will listen to the music made by heaven and that is what will push you to your limit, opium will serve as catalyst to aid in laughter!!!