Sick morning, cold sweat, dive off, through down, anger strikes, deception of myself. Having the clock set seems to make my sleep much less productive. Tweaking chemistry. Urgency in latency. I fear everything. Feels like staying in bed all the time.

Don't mess up with larger than you ideas like god. Did I reached an harbour of infoporn, me dweller of a smart brain and poor soul. This world takes strong citizens and finds appropriate victims. I should let it go by.

If I have been unkind or unwise, like a monk in a porno outfit, I just hope you'll have the decency to forget me. More thinking about the gospel and the golden ladder reaching down. More Effexor and maybe Abilify later. Benways knows it.

I went to hear another healer at the Coco Rosie / Devendra Banhart gig. It felt really good. There was something of the Beach Boys and Johnny. They were too wasted in the end but the rest was a paradise of a performance.

One god, made out of silicium, served into Windows, Apples and Acorns. Being in love with Lyla. For now on, act as if I was carrying at deadly virus. Lyla. WiFi finally arrived at home. I can't hear the frequency. Let the port open as a smartspot for a few hours. Brand trustworthy. Dutyfree to myself, I'm on orbit, loosing my cell.

Being an money monkey or ape monk. Questions about fate. They take it for a learning curve that leads them to a job when I'm just a parents paid tourist. Hopes. Lyla. As pretty as her voice. The season is to spend but the month is to earn. Not everyone can relate to what me and my computers appreciate.

iPod is hype odd. More nightmares. Nice married (or soon to be) ladies. Pass by. Killed a few tourists. Filled a law suit, leisure ware, action toys, more to come. 1Gb memory upgrade and leak management. Thread bug in aggregation. Stacked all over again. Flavors of XML, calls missed, pissed off, gas in tubes, explosion fornight.

Fake phone sex, god signs, ER. Funky for me. Thiago the iBook has arrived. Lovely toy, so pretty and tiny. Slug dub byt The Orb. Transparency. Lame ass software. Switching sides in a trilogy. GUI surround me. Too fast. Schizo. Woke up earlier to sleep earlier.

RSS down, reboot and up, felt lost. FTP down. Scared overall. Regression. Too young to date. Not my style. Tin cup. More likely. Wasted sad rich bastard. He throws away the key. No network for Thiago while remote.

Speaking in public makes me jesus. Starve of the mind. Focus best kept. Intelligence, brute force, new thinking methods. I saw a clear picture of god for a few seconds.

The coffee doesn't taste the same and the music doesn't sound the same. I was aware of the sad side and god stood in my brain when it was needed in other parts of my body. I kept track and I lost it. November the 9th. 911 ain't no joke but a shoot of victory. Sudo. Hype odd. Deeper sense of being lost and slow scare. Long tail thinking.

Too many deep thinking sessions. Wasted until suicide. Closer. They work too much, I'm late in my head. This is a learning slope. I'm just a boy, paradygm shifters. Bright on a more regular basis. Equations and relations. Working with the force. They are beautiful and yet so complex. I'll have friends.

One step closer to knowing.