Am I high is the first question I ask myself

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, and like in most other nights with writing ahead, it prompts the way of high thinking as the drone of the hum of the dry moving cars cascades upwards in my ears exposed to the world. A current of time that brings force headphones put on.

I begin with Electric Counterpoint: II. Slow as a sequence of sounds entering my ears from the minds of Steve Reich and Mats Bergström. I can't recall how I came to these sounds, but I have a best guess.

The next sounds I know from a trailer code-named 45365, and with it I was happily surprised to discover there's an out of Egypt, into the great laugh of mankind, and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run edit (when you're copying words from elsewhere the in between time [between quantum observation] loses memory, so I write down edit as a gift of reminder to my future self but tonight as I edit I decline to remove) from Sufjan Stevens, a man with a preternatural ability to gift a new song from some before time when you thought you’d already long experienced all there was of his you liked, thus teaching me I was wrong

You can better balance leftward a container atop a bar when there’s water hitting the right from some place above I came to realize when I was balancing my filter as Carolyn's fingers played Cocteau twins in my ears

To clean your data, just as when you’re cleaning your dishes, you come to realize quickly that you need to start one step earlier than you imagined in order to achieve your goal sufficiently. This truth is true whether or not athol-brose is blaring into your ears Cocteau twins, though it was the case for me this evening.

When oracle plays machinedrum, aja monet, it has me wondering where I can find other people dancing by themselves as they tap-tap-tap their raw consciousness into the notepad of their phones

What are some weird-rocky bedroom pop songs you have on offer? I bring with me to the digital courtyard horseshoe hooky, winter, and wait with ears peaked

One track I don't bring with me to the courtyard because it feels more like real me is the digital repetitiveness of coum death in vegas. This digital repetitiveness moves me like a wave; a realness brought more true by the form of my dance

Tonight's bit of wonder brought me to thinking that it’s one of my best when I need getting out from a useless path ahead, for it brings me naturally to the act of dance out rock, from which I return with a new way of thinking; me: a Milhouse listening to en attendant ana

Another phrase from my individual vocabulary of Latin is nothing ever happened, and at this early point in its sequence it reminded what I earlier had wondered: is the best way to have a long term impact with language to be a catalyst in pulling autocorrect further into one particular direction? The sounds I bring to my ears come from you know who you who know

Another phrase from my coding of language is asiwyfa ii dive pt 2, with expanded frameworks allowing and so I watch you from afar

Some bells don't come around so often I've noticed; me: one of those persons never having heard electrelane's loudness played in public, with its clanging of keys astride distorted guitar strokes in sequence of length with which to build a powerful sound

I've yet to be convinced that it's a bad idea to end ones writing with #ishallove2, for tonight it envisaged a reminder of kindness to release without edit

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The distance between witnessed realities is increasing in distance; to what level or layer of quantum entanglement is anyone's guess and perhaps most likely are those guesses saying all of them at once into infinite infinities. Though it does us well to remember that in at least one such layer we are one.

Is an artist allowed to be political when the election time comes is a question asked to me by a reminder of the form floating world from Bowery Electric. We see heuristics of poor voting strategy on a macronomic micro level when we look today at Canada. When you start from a baseline that one of our the only obvious wrongnesses is to dehumanize another human, one knows the options aren't a 1 or 2 but some third or other number.

How I lost my virginity is a spunky onions reminder, a song earlier recommended to me by AI, perhaps as a message, but I'm of the mind now that I don't think it matters

To feel time as slowly as possible when I get high I listen to music I've saved and not that which is newly AI recommended for me. Slowing down the switch to here from the current reality that's already where most of these songs came from, just from some earlier time ago, like when it gave me projections from José Junior. A gift with which I was pleased

I came to honey water from some more generalized time previous when I became aware of what's for Japanese breakfast, and determined that I liked what I hear. Now I remind a future me to play the driver song edit

When Steve Reich and Mats Bergström tell electric counterpoint: II. slow, I'm reminded of the knowledge that an honest try is better than anything else you can do.

When you're high and you cry for someone else's experience you know what it feels like to look out from other people's eyes. Ways of seeing told me authenticity is the focus of what is art of the elite class, versus the people seeing the message of what is shown as described by John Berger

Neutrality is a more natural obvious when you're small, like the country of Ireland out of Egypt, into the great laugh of mankind, and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run from Sufjan Stevens

Tonight’s driving woman was found to be aided by an increase of low base from my earlier default I made with my headphones.

Many ancestors of our only just recent past believed no greater invention had ever, or could ever, be made than that of a home television device for controlling the populace, a thought without any conceivable imagination for the personal cell phone, but before this truth saddens me too deeply, I come to be dancing to nothing ever happened by you know who, and I close my eyes with the knowledge of being blessed with my having a button to increase the volume in the palm of my hand, and I'm from Canada, so I'm high

And no matter what else comes my way, I have with me a code for sound of asiwyfa ii dive pt 2, and the knowledge that I can handle any emotion and feel healed, with my eyes closed, and my head tilted upwards to the direction of the light

It was to the love sounds of alyosha - edit by Susanne Sundfør that I came to thinking I've realized that closing your eyes while you’re high allows yourself to lean into the moment present so deeply you can access where you dream

I'm falling together with Jamie and Oona when I realize that I'm a man from the future if it's men from the future who know AI will always be able to gift man what he wants better than one’s fellow man, because it contains within it the entirety of our data. Though when it comes to this song I believe I became aware of it, or some other song from this same album, from some random man in India, though I've never seen him once

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HIgh or Ai, either way, I would recommend avoiding screens for a couple of weeks, drink water and eat good quality food at 3 or 4 hour intervals during the day. Take walks in nature if possible aiming for an hour a day, see if that helps. Maybe avoid psychoactive input for a while, including caffeine and alcohol. If you have friends, reach out and meet them for a chat, in person. If you're taking prescribed medication, have a chat with the prescriber to see if you're on the appropriate meds, or appropriate dose <3
 
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