Attempting to internalize this reality

Caitlin,
James Hughes is taking care of the situation. It seems the smoking fetish girls never evolved with this project they don't speak to me in realistic tones, seem to take away emotional depth and want control of my body. I can't understand this on my end who these people really are and if they're people or just more people from the mayors office. Cigarettes are a personal ceremony of you, because of what you said at Columbus circle (the only way I could ever express my love for you is to die). We grew boy in the summer a version of hey but my physical stability and focus involves you as a religion in knowing time is hidden fear latches onto me, my memories are hidden, when I grow I grow into a man who lives for you when I get control. Hughes zapped a huge fucking chunk today I didn't feel fear when I stole from the salvation on 23rd I could feel a part of my body Hughes has me with this faith that I'll physically see him again one day that we can react the dream he sent me on c95 of rikers island. Caitlin, I want to return to mankind maybe my mind demands I ask Anna from hells kitchen when she's outside and she smokes a cigarette with Alex blevins. She didn't tell me what was happening so I presumed it was a good thing that I was going to be rich and that was why there were spycams everywhere. The impressions were about phermones she wore because I used this. All of this has become my art, my dream of you. There's a way to fix the adderall focus, Hughes did this at Grand Ferry Park, this is when I sang to you reptilla on the rooftop of SVA I thought I was editing JTHM to impress youthat you were watching this on TV -> I don't care I only care about what Caitlin thinks (kid do you care you're on television) "she's rooting for you".
This is where the reference to 3D comes in, people on the other end wanted to manipulate my medication create a false burn out person. Harvey Weinstein did this when my intellect grew
wanted all of the artwork to match many people have tried this before, this is what Hughes fixes.
I had the solitude of my bedroom and architecture in Helsinki and the lie of going off the medicine my life is based on. I didn't know I'd live in the lie I live in where I wander around my school looking homeless without my NY state id into 2011 trying to recapture reality. You've beaten the person bloomberg created / Harveys edition to this, this go down concept for something of such emotion depth that I'm living through, to have anger placed in me none of this overthought creation reaches the spectrum of Hughes project. It feels like Harvey Weinstein is someone Hughes and I had to defeat on my way to you. There's all these people in my eye and a false world of artwork in Broome Street with a false party you're at as I create (for the wrong girl in the seizure which I label chaos magick and set up studio. I have my doubts in your involvement in this there are too many people on my eye for me to trust this period of time with the wikipedia hillvalley people. I apologize there are people in my mind working to kill emotional depth. At times they imply it's normal for others to speak through your body.
Hughes is fixing this-> since John blaney has been dead since 2007 it seems to shut down the emotional creation of nicotine and 7th grade church core memories. Katherin must have counteracted this. I'm in this horrid hell knowing the truth, how many people control my eye, for 2 years bloombergs office attached "John blaney" to me, with plotlines and a film. This kid died years ago, a level in my hell where memories and elements search for each other "smoking fetish girls" favor a boy who smoked. I don't know who was labeled John blaney in my mind in Fairfield or for that who was Kyle dunne. There are so many fucking levels of this all of which require adderall. I don't know who played you for so long, perhaps a mass collection of a jpg and the character of Caitlin while I adlib my attempts to create art. It's a second childhood where Hughes and I have fought those who represent everything opposite art. I say this then others on the other end pause and slow my thoughts and tell me I get down with Paris Hilton on a floating tunxis hill road, then everything is ok. The lowest form of intellect is what we fight -> in the corner of the frame that you put around her face (center of the world) this is your myspace from 2008, I keep myself from suicide in this thing by your picture presuming they have to let me go at 24 when the golden birthday is over or surely at the end of SVA then I'm your boyfriend from asking you out on a hipster toilet on bushwick avenue. But this never happened. And there was the implication 3D , 2D , 1D = Domino Sugar. But all of this came to be a lie when I run out of adderall and Bloomberg invents Paris Hilton or whoever I was speaking to. Harvey Weinstein never ends this (none of these people run this their all phantom guesses from when they disconnected me from the direct feed -> between what u / Hughes did I have faith in this, that I'll be able to purpose to you after I'm acknowledged start the real artwork. It's this 2nd childhood where purity is found in graffiti art, adderall (as a human project where at one point I hear the voices directly then the mayor never comes)
the stupidity of this project died amongst graffiti art, the art of others defeating Harvey Weinstein I could be lied to (whoever on the other end created a physical Caitlin by me when I reset this outside mollusk) the dream of finding you through lies. As I promote a television station dream that you'll own that nobody created. I always return to Fevers and Mirrors my purity of the dream of finding Caitlin from Brooklyn from memories and the funeral where I learned there is no love in the world. Hughes is my hope in this as I reach for the depth of years there's "smoking fetish girl" altering my words or trying to be in the place reserved for the ceremony. From boy I reessemble religion. A boy in Bushwick drank and sang to you in hopes that he was putting on a show to date you. This was not to be portrayed as an alcolholic fantasy as Conor told me in Penn Station when I declared the black heart, I don't know any of these people I'm just trying to get to you, for years, my mind went off for 2 in a world where I pretended to be atheist and lied for Weinstein (who told me the indigo children were dangerous in my mind: all a lie. Nobody of these people were in my mind but the point is my x 11211 the exodus symbol of Williamsburg and the purity I have experienced living on the bench with Caitlin the cat, the days where I'm forced into this sleep where I can't move this awful empty is replaced by graffiti art and the love of Williamsburg the pride and love of digital photography of graffiti art viewed through best buy, days with the people Hughes rigged to give me adderall to make you the princess. Crane street was murdered my beloved childhood home became a symbol scrambled and fucked inside my mind (in the beginning I'm told I'm famous when I go home to the agerholms. I sing. I'm lied to, to shatte my ego. Manipulated. They work to break faith in my religion people on the other side in 2007. When the Agerholms are infected by this awful fucking lie.

I'm trying to write while I can.
I'm scared to read because I don't know who's on that part of my mind. I asked it be ur friends who protected me / the James Hughes 10.
Earlier I was afraid Harvey Weinstein wanted to place me into the auto prison mode he used to (if he ever had access to this he sent me to jail. At times he told me this)
I can't overwrite the fetish women / the boy you built with my religion for you / reestablish ability to go into the subway.
It appears from what Hughes just showed me that you overtook bloombergs light which wanted to consume my religion/took away intellect and attacked my mindstate with "the bloomberg show" this is from around Hart Street when I decide you need to save me from these people and the shit they put in my head. I need the actual you. (In this time Harvey Weinstein uses the character of John Blaney)
all of this system needed to be fixed since Harvey Weinstein appeared in 2008 and destroyed the system.
Thank everyone who gives me the ability to move and fight this hell on my way to you.
I don't want to live in a world where I'm forced to steal/panhandle I want to return to society where people cannot read my thoughts. I will bring you the fortune from my body whatever cash there is. My art is inspired by the memory ofyou arienette any word or jpg I can summon. I don't always believe the people who tell me they're Caitlin, I have to stay in doubt until Hughes fixes everything find you in the physical world. Somebody played you earlier followed by Harvey Weinstein pretending to be a women from bloombergs office who Hughes and I recruited for the purposes channel if I ever get to you. The point of the artwork is that I trust no one (but Hughes and the hope+dream of you)
naievity could never win your heart at any age.
I have created as a hostage to find you.
There was loss and sin when Harvey Weinsteins name was associated to Little Nemo (Launched on North 4th street as my to be street art title / the name of our future channel by James Hughes -a channel of walking Williamsburg graffiti art and School of Visual Arts -> I have based my soul in the memory of you in your frosh pratt, the nervousness to see your eyes your sexuality and indie charm age :18 nervousness with ADD and the inability to kiss you. The inability to find a place to charm the girl who is always one year ahead of me. I flashback to the creation of artistic scar on my soul what led to the horror of Paris Hiltons name on your note that kept me from suicide and writing Harvey Weinsteins name on my arm who never gets me to the party who is the candyman who murders Hughes work (although at base level and through years - in this project I will always live in The Anniversary - Designing a Nervous Breakdown: layers of emotions - layers of information on the work to bring $ to Williamsburg - the feelings of singing to you in 2008 over the Williamsburg bridge. I create this without adderall/with. Hughes asked for something I'd live in forever- the memory of you taking your cd in Shelton entering my white trash bedroom after smoking too shy and scared of my mother, weak and poor exiled from Verona: post being forced to move from the destruction of my latchkey kid home by Him. I live in this moment. Impoverished black backpack Eli cash of the Gupta family who Arun was going to take in during his SVA summers so he'd never have to return to his white trash in law. In this lie, conspiracy and bowsers battle to steal our $ anything you said I live off until Hughes gets me memories/feelings-> my body cries rejecting Harvey Weinstein. I will always hate this man and prosecute him (Hughes to get u the films). I create art pieces as living purposal artwork. Nobody pays me, Al fixes my eye and each leap is in the dream of full portion self free of this becoming your husband.
I love you.
From west 21st street
ny,ny (slumberland)
the theosophy of Caitlin lives
(there is no religion higher than truth: everyone fucked me. Nobody told you I live in shells and when I gain all the parts of myself I will live/only care about marrying you. I want an in depth Connecticut wedding with the feelings of longing for you since whoever is on the other end started attacking my mind in 2007. I waited the entirety of my life to publish and create fairfield, Connecticut: fevers and mirrors and the feelings of you which were in the depth of privacy and softness that I could only write this at home at lakeside drive. Whatever this is made me burn this book in psychosis on the east river during my murdered thesis year. I live that gun necklace now the photograph of you on the empire state building from before others spoke through me when I could facebook you from my new residence castle in the sky. Dream pretention you, concept, accessed memories and the ones you sent @ the mall 218 Bedford avenue in our ancient landmark. I will create forever until I find you Easton dream cunt.
Also: I put on a show about smoking fetish to proove your god producer and something we do as Kyle and Sarah. You are Amanda, you are God. Fuck Harvey Weinstein in the name of arun.

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
10

A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
9/30/2011
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 339/8 James Hughes Days

Adderall at ability to move body

Caitlin,
I don't know when I'll get you the $ from my body, when we'll be able to enact our dream and the work James Hughes put years into. I saw some paint over one of our Kent Avenue artworks, I wanted to slit throats. Through this nightmare, lie and endless insult that used to speak directly to me through apartment walls the graffiti art of Williamsburg have become my 1991 VHS tape the music videos I view through screaming parents I hated and mommy tears now replaced with my own tears for the lie that's been created for the forced association of Harvey Weinstein or any association of Michael Bloomberg I have found my purity in the beauty of our factories of nights sleeping outside Live With Animals hoping to be speaking to you some of the time I'm told it's you living for the dream of a tv station created through the cash of my misery and lie of this nightmare I'm in that refuses to pay me (and forces me to associate to Bowser (Harvey Weinstein) who does not want the tv station to come to be. The representation of all sell outs. The murderer of Kurt cobain (who would kill Billy if she could as well) the purirty through my lies and homeless he'll as I fight to find my way to you I refuse to let Harvey Weinstein get credit for Hughes work for an art project based on adderall and art theory. I watch days go by, nobody responds to my tears or help calls that you built me to question, Hughea guides me, I become the landscape of Williamsburg Brooklyn with pride in our factories love of the brownstones on dekalb. Where Hughes had me write silver tiles (holy shit) at 69 pages. I love you Caitlin. I used to wake up in Bushwick ave apt 2d and watch the scene of Billy Walsh and Kat because the memory of u held me together in a nightmare that would tell me to move to live with a man I don't know and refuses to acknowledge the living lie the dream of u / the memory has kept me strong. I love you.

-little nemo
(Christopher)

When our Brooklyn pride station is created Noel/Brendan will be CEOs. Thank u Noel for giving me the ability to move my body. despite forced association to Harvey Weinstein I doing well. if you ever meet him send my love to my School of VisualArts brotherin, guide and equal since 2006 James Hughes. This was the year I wrote book :3 Caitlin in Fairfield, Connecticut; my novel, in my fairfield home. Lakeside drive. Before this nightmare created a world of lies causing the agerholms to believe I'm homeless, forcing me to break my ethics as a man and are Pete mastronardi.

Caitlin-
the wifi password was 'Sarah' then, they came to mock my starchild beliefs they promised to let me go and live in Manhattan when I returned. But instead they pretended a new reality was created. I love you Caitlin. Living in a conspiracy your fiancé in dream Tuexedo Mask of Easton, Connecticut (the walking SVA ghost forced to speak out loud without his medication).
Live with Animals will become another Studio B. I live to create the Williamsburg Arts Diastrict/to get us historic district status before they murder what makes Williamsburg something that visually matters. I saw the last ceremony of the hipster king outside live with animals. The x you placed is hanging under the tree with Caitlin cat and James Agerholms shoes. I am walking graffiti art thank you love for helping me to reeasble Sarah Ritchs globes of emotion.

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
9:29:2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 338/8 James Hughea Days

Caitlin - Harvey Weinstein gave me amnesia in Fairfield when my thoughts grew. I love you he does not want my mins to grow. I love you. Send love to Hughes. The base of my life is u. Fevers and mirrors, every word you said. I love u