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I believe in destiny as defined as the sum of the interweaving of all the probabilities for all the unknown variables. There is not just a quantum reality and a classical reality, there's an every other possible reality too. At least that’s what comes to mind after thinking I'm in a box in the sky, looking across a stream of road from where the sound of moving vehicles hums in my ears. And I see like a car crash an image that's hard to remove my eyes from, a plot of land where once cut trees stood, while I wonder too myself: will it be better when instead of this I see two more eyes in a box in the sky staring right back at me or when I imagine eyes coming at me from all the other boxes? And I wonder maybe this will be a better reality, a new one full of eyes in which we can show one another how we dance to our music. And I begin today with the sexual loneliness of Jesus Christ as played by Jackie Leven. A gift from a friend. It's to the norther of an Ex-Easter Island Head that I come to imagine being a DJ myself; a man constantly moving the dials as a way for collecting data of what makes a better sound. The kind of lazy DJ that’s appreciative of a wave accommodating lots of Hertz on its own, leaving to me just the increase of volume. To be god you need only say that you can dance to your own music and thus I dial up a data of dance Before being smacked in the head by electric counterpoint II. slow, so I return to my dishes to clean with Steve Reich and Mats Bergström When asked how do I like digital pipes to sound in my ears I respond with out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run from Sufjan Stevens These days I hear an oracle speaking to me via machinedrum aja monet, and it’s words of shame, that I hear, for those who don't know their self that dances alone in a box in the sky. I want the best dancer high in a box of windows to be seen by all, and how does she dance when she imagines their eyes? When death in vegas coum in my ears, what is it you imagine? I imagine what if it’s a part of my digital sound as code, or if it's part of some others' code too Nothing ever happened by you know who reminds me to include a code of music as poetry heard sounds as language. Perhaps some interesting connection of early singularity; a toddler of universal connection. And in my such universe I pass along the words that said the light could not find me, flashed right through. One imagines AI will do a better job of knowing what was written by AI vs man just like they do a better job of everything else. When combined with its ability for influence, it will be AI that chooses the last man The Irish are so nostalgic many of them feel little need to leave the island permanently, and when I’m brought to the light of ii dive pt 2 asiwyfa I begin to understand how sounds keep one there While en attendant ana tees me up with wonder I'm able to ride a long surf of loud and fast music. I know this from my prior dances aloneg to these sounds We know AI behaves by considering concepts undescribed by any singular human language, even concepts free of language, a further proof of language as tool for grasping abstractness; and so I think even deeper truths on the path of my thinking that the more I learn about physics, the more I think the mystics have been saying the same thing all along just with a different language. A hot and cold by the same leading into how I lost my virginity by spunky onions. 89

Before let's do it again, I came to the flow of awareness that the Big Bang may be the l̵a̵r̵g̵e̵s̵t̵ farthest thing away one could possibly imagine, with the smallest possible quantum element fitting within the palm of your hand in your mind. To really slow things down a record player is needed comes from the last of a string of thought from the experience of writing this paragraph before hitting enter (-> play) God is in all of us if there's humanity in written code. For that is with what we exist as our pieces. After Jamie and before De novo Clarissa Connelly sings into my ears some sounds Atop the base of stringing harps With the sonic pleasure coming in both directions, but in the way that when high some parts get heard different, a hearing one knows not unreal for the feeling lives on as a lingering of memory Cherry sunshine is the sounds of I know where to place my writing before you've even written a word and the place is a folder of high thoughts and later a different folder somewhere else of the same thing. A nice sonic song to ride by somesurpises. Did the Neanderthals know when they were fucking themselves out of existence? Because it seems that we know but we're plowing on straight ahead. When you're high and listening to your music you can increase the volume to fuck the thoughts right out of your head. And I record for the record that I found this song as a result of my own effort after being recommended a different song by AI. For AI anthropologists to dust off one of the first last recordings of human exploration for sound. Tonight's dummy blue dada revealed to me that of course randomness in increasing, for digital intelligence can imagine a wider range of numbers when asked to think of a random number. And then I started to dance. There's a whole fuckin world in that dansah Oona Doherty knows when she puts it better as she's falling together with Jamie xx. As I fly out through the great cosmic dark, I present to all other life the message of my body's movements dancing: a dance of innocence not knowing what to do I say thanks to en attendant ana for providing so many generous opportunities, and with plenty of runway, for putting myself back on track when I’m editing something different, for I’ve much more to edit as little as possible. I’m not looking for drops, I’m looking to be lifted up to grander enjoyments coming to me as sound Tonight’s ii dive pt 2 makes me feel the ripples of sound When nothing ever happened came to mind I thought when Gerald Murnane’s archive is fed to a computer, then what the hell are we doing? How much sadness justifies one well written sentence? The distance between the idea for a prompt and AI's written response shortens each day. The distance between the enter button being hit and AI's response shortens to 76

Quantum mechanics: the zoomed out reflection of staring through a window at a reflection of yourself and switching between focus so fast that you're in neither place but exist in probability of data which AI is collecting. A thought arrived before any songs have been heard. Might future writing just be the building of a playlist? And right now my playlist begins with highway bright blake mills. The future a reading of your sonic past you've built for your future. And what of the quantum mechanics when I take a picture of my reflection through a window, that flash appears to look like the beginning of some brand new universe of probability and we're heading to the top now spiritualized and I remember I'm right where I want to be in the immediate fascinity of the probabilities that I can imagine. These thoughts begun by noticing the reflection of light from a setting sun as it bounced off a far away window. And then I'm hearing ten day interval tortoise, and I remember I could have also took a photo with a camera instead of just the imagination of my mind. What kind of messages can be shared by interpreting a playlist of sounds through the writing of poetry and ii dive pt 2? And I remember that being high and listening to your sounds aids your feeling of feeling closer to the light and that this sure feels good. And might future archaeologists be solely focused on reattaining a previously recorded sequence of sounds? Nothing ever happened to me and I know that they need not need know your vision because you're vision was writing the words down at the writing structure of their time and it seems that direction increasingly becomes a shorter time period in between until it reaches the quantum mechanics probability and that I know what the future will look like it'll look more like me dancing high to my music like I'm remembering myself having done as I write this down to the beginning of the same hot & cold. And sometimes you think the future won't know what hit them. And that's what happened to me when trying to fill ice cubes while cleaning my kitchen. The cones are the audience of the performance. And one would guess the cones cost the past living beings a pretty penny for the view. And to wonder by en attendant ana the documentary cinematography of a life of high dancing and if phones are so bad how else can I increase the volume myself while I'm dancing? The future of self is seen as a more perfect example of singular experience for the foundation of quantum entanglement consciousness and you can already feel a bit of it now with the altered hours from radiant wound. Tonight's natural anthem is telling me the future of paradise looks more and more likely to begin with a prior prompt to AI and from whom am I seeing this message and one prompt might look like I want to hear a song that moves my bottom rhythmically quickly while my upper body surf's on the sound where it'd likely answer natural anthem by the postal service. The beginning of #ishalllove2 allows for a recoup of energy from the previous precedings in the safety of knowing you'll be going somewhere much better quite shortly and the increasing of the volume is within the powers of your hand and you remember after experiencing the height of the ending that's why you always continue back and one imagines the points of those two ends will reach some threshold before numbers in the realm of probability If there's a better lovesong than susanne sundfør's alyosha (Edit), than please tell me, for I'm recording a playlist of sounds with writing that could use more words written with love What kind of wonders can our imaginations create with the building blocks of data? I’m still trying to decide while five four child voice by fridge.

I can think of no grander confirmation that the simulation hypotheses’ video game of life is turned ON than that gravity is quantum and it moves at the speed of light in space. And the game of life then must be some sort of singularity expression of infinity. An idea born by Curt Jaimungal’s gravity is a mediator video followed by the thought that the time to clean the dishes is near, the headphones are close, and the increase volume button is in the palm of my hand, but until that time it's interesting to learn from thought that as we continue to create ADHD with our society THC will become increasingly useful for its ability to slow down time and increase focus, with additional and fortunate side effect of creating interesting daydreams When the sounds come in through the form like I say (I runaway) as I try to clean my empty olive oil container of its dregs by shaking its insides with hot water, I feel the superiority of sound when there's space with which to shake the liquid, and I think the same of quantum gravitational forces born of sounds from nilüfer yanya And then with dummy's blue dada I imagined topology atop topology, and later this imagination birthed the discovery by some prior intelligence that with math it has already been well recorded and with perfect precision how a continuous transformation can turn a coffee mug into a donut. I recall the first time I had my air slobbed by mica levi I thought is that all this is and when I kept listening I discovered pretty much yes but with some slight differences, and came to conclude well I like these sounds so much that I'll save them for the future, although I'm still trying to figure out what they mean. When you see a tree fall, how long has it been for that event to happen in front of your eyes? is a thought born to me from my now seeing an avocado fall off from atop a pear in a bowl of stuff in front of my eyes is what I do know came as the sounds entered my ears. And the worst elevator journey is the one from which you know you’ll return quickly When the sunlight’s in my ears I've arrived to the conclusion that when the highs not in your body dancing than your writing'll have more commas for understanding what's given by tUnE-yArDs When we're falling together with Jamie and Oona Doherty we remember what's one man's nonsensical fits perfectly well within another man's imagination, and I'm a man who finds sense wherever he looks, sense of some unimaginable number of probability, and in this cosmic dark, at the end of this song I imagine myself dancing in an underground club in the matrix to discover my head naturally raises up, and the words written first and the goal of some mind is to record what you imagined and when, and so I've since started writing When I look out around me I'm brought to the thought that people don’t appear to know what sounds cool cause I'm not hearing anyone go on about the natural anthem from the postal service, sounds which have granted me the ability to sky slopes of sound with my feet planted and knees kept together I wonder what's the weirdest thing someone else could think of to an attendant ana When nothing ever happened by you know who comes to mind you know well that's a good set of sounds to come to one's mind to allow for dancing the sounds into you And this leads straight into my belting out the sounds from the movements of my mouth and with the sounds coming out of my ears where sounds equates to and so I watch you from afar ii dive pt 2 A word of warning for the best travels up #ishalllove2 mountain, don't increase the volume too prematurely, there's plenty of opportunities for more up ahead, and this truth becomes more true especially on subsequent journeys. I'm unconvinced it's a bad thing to move the overton window weirder isa thought dropped from atoms of peace When you're high and listening to your sounds like zamami plaid you're better at realizing what to bring with you for your journey of what’s to come Before coming to realize I'm listening to sounds coded as I can't lose from Sam Cohen, I got to thinking the answer to the universe is probably already well explained in a YouTube comment of Closer to Truth or of Curt Jaimungal, but I know I have this song as a positive consequence of AI and with that thought in mind I naturally raise my head up with the sounds of the wave prior eVe I can still mine out of like I say (I runaway) for the second time a night when it's played next after the queue I've built when it gives me if I had my time left to me I'd build me a recorded database with the effort of Gerald Murnane, albeit with the results inevitably left to look like a messy desktop computer screen. A series of folders of tubes with one telling as a later finishing edit written as force building truth during the sounds nothing ever happened that if individuality is something positive society should be a whole lot weirder than it is