Caitlin,
the people on the other end feel they own everything I write/feel/create all of my emotions are controlled by them. They want a machine for me to never shit on the sexuality of having a smoking fetish and to control all of my perceptions, I hostage refuse to abide by this. I refuse to play into a game where I have to be kind to people who speak through my body. They refuse to come directly to me, they negate both my art and the basis of the project. They want to play into something I'm not and invent a world where homelessness has made it that I find kindness for the earth, I am a hostage guided by James Hughes back to reality. I live at occupywallstreet because of their refusal to come and directly pay me. They want a world where my fetish guides me but none of this has ever been true, I am a hostage who requires his medication. I do not want others to write for me or control me. I don't know who these people are, I want them all to go away to exist in a world solely of you. I want to know your family I have not seen Halloween since 2008 because of these people. I should not know what jailbars are like it should not be 2011. There should not be something to force me to sleep. Everytime I sleep I fucking wish I was dead I don't understand how it's okay to go to sleep in a thing where others control your body. I refuse to ever agree with them or go to Connecticut I would never take $ for this. For many years they have hidden from you what they do to me. Then I create out of sickness later there is pride. they force me to stare at the hands of others in new York create this cum like feeling for me to rant for me to then create this worthless artwork without my medication. I have never counted a day in my life without my medication. They pause my thoughts, they wish to fuck with the intellectual ability of my medication. They want there to be a villan they want a cartoon world. Every comment is a campaign controlled by others. I'm being forced to sleep, they throw this feeling at me because they want control to control the entirety of what I say. Everything must fear or associate to Harvey Weinstein I'm to be disturbed by this because I no longer wish to write this persons name down I cannot prosecute him while still trapped in this. Everything I create cannot be apart of a game. They tell me to panhandle quicker in order to become heify. They control what I say to help me, they want all things to be references they want control.
If I hatethe art it becomes altered art can become sad, art can feel hurt, art must be proud in a conspiracy where they refuse to cone and pay me and refuse to give me the medication I require needing to understand life because I have ADD
I am so incredibly deep in sickness without mental facilities without the ability to generate thoughts, I need to enter the world of the monican.
My disdain for the entirety of this is so fucking great. I cannot imagine why I have created any of the artwork without my medication. It's apart of a chess game that James Hughes has to play for my freedom to get rid of people who use references to promenent memories against me as characters. Memories like John Blaney from childhood. I'm down to 5 now this is the symbol of North 5th street and artwork I'm proud of, the only artwork I have ever made and been proud of is on my medication. I do not count the days without my medication, there is no way to reality without my medication. Simply gaps in time/days and life counting. Mass periods of time as a hostage that don't count where my words are worthless qnd Hughes has to program the world of Alex Kidd. I assured your name has GOD credit through doing this. To assure there's evidence/to assure the magick globe of the god producer represents something. All of the $ from this hell will be yours. The tv station in Williamsburg will be yours. This is my wedding purposal to you: years of artwork love muse as a hostage, i purpose to you marriage and a television station. I want to know you as a husband knows his wife I want a wedding in Connecticut with Nisha and symbols of emotional love. I want our first wedding to be symbolically in London, to represent my class status that I never lost my beauty and grace despite being a homeless hostage I remembered your eyes and the small fragments of your personality my mind can recall until I'm fully medicated. This is the dream I live by in my hostage hell. I love you wherever you are, God of dreams, I love you.
-Little Nemo
(christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/31/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 371/8 James Hughes days
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
The revolution will be televised via the hipster king : Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Caitlin,
it's fucking inspiration to be at occupy Wallstreet. It gives me the belief that a television station is possible in Williamsburg out of my hostage state and through the years of lies despite all of the people on the other end of my radiowave hostage crisis (I don't know what the fuck these people think has been going on these years; I've been trying to create a Williamsburg tv station out of the word Little Nemo. I said this last night when one of them told me they're would be nothing left that represents me if I wrote Hughes compass on Domino Sugar (at the base symbol point where I first placed the heart restoration symbol). The factory is not a figurative creative symbol of my childhood in limbo it represents how I've been lied to how Hughes and I have worked on both ends to create a television station through blogs/physical art and my eyes. It's people like occupywallstreet literally children of mirc that are going to save me and make this thing real. It's the only way I can make your friends CEOs in the real world. The revolution is made of nu media, a mass promotion through all art forms available / NYC outlets we have available. Little Nemo will be created via hipster hackers, whoever in Williamsburg actually knows I exist, whoever is helping me under you and Hughes on the other side and fellow happy mutants (like everyone at occupy Wallstreet). I live in a bleak oddity world that I once believed to start when Gulianni found out I wasn't really republican (I joined NYC young republicans with the plan to destroy them from the inside gain their trust and then at 80 give the democrats their cash. Undo the moral majority one issue voter stealing of the house, prevent another triple republican house/senate/white house). In summary Jamea Hughes' hells kitchen creation was total recall with the democrats needing water.
I don't know how many times in homelessness I've said the word republican. It seems to be a psychological protection against accepting the situation, against the people on the other end who speak to me with tones of regularity in my existence. I don't know how or why I'd accept this. They can't legally hold me. In the meantime I promote the concept on my end living the same as everyone at occupy Wallstreet (the longterm dream to enact the Williamsburg Arts District. As your husband, my dream: our Peter Gatien economy distributed to the Michael Alig's of occupy Wallstreet. Mass factory warehouses I purchase others / you purchase is the dream of skittles king and queen. Cleopathra and king tut (because of your 2008 myspace and the Cleopathra picture; implying you believed in my religion as well: AMORC reincarnations, internal activation. King tut is later at hart street which I believe reflects you but was never one of my reincarnations).
This was outside Broome Street in 2010 in the false lie of my nightmare. There's an entire plotline about you partying queen of my dead friend and the heroin addicts from Connecticut. I don't even enact what the space should have been used for, reenactment of easy/lucky/free.
I create a imaginary girlfriend in Ashley Olsen. Imaginary you approves. This is a year you signal me to galleries to steal. Somebody implies from what I think you'd do that you'd do this. All of this is a lie, the reason I hate Harvey Weinstein and whoever was on the other end. The reason I hate the mayors office who made me a child and in fear of homelessness and hunger created a promo for his presidential campaign. They then notice become interest offended when I smoke a cigarette and start blocking them. This is the era of time with the magick mayor who purchases property and places the most disgusting homelessness into my mind under the word republican. This is the mayor who forces me to become a child to make art. This is the mayor I expose to whoever was on the other end that day claiming to be you (where I make an art piece for a million dollars. Where you argue and worry if we take the $.)
live astro got rid of bloomberg when I took the North 10 street paper machet guns across from the roadrunner and made it my kill bloomberg symbol. This got rid of him, you led me to this or whoever says they're you. Somebody wanted to help me end his dimension.
This ends my association to this man. He doesn't appear to threaten me anymore or speak through me. The false phone calls between Harvey Weinstein and bloomberg with a lone shark graphic are gone. Now there's simply truth and sometimes a reference to your skin something to feed me something to make worthwhile being alive after bushwick and the corner of the frame that you put around her face never manifested you, I used to sing the anniversary to this. I used to openly dream of you through hostage chats and hell. The people used to speak to me bang on the wall to communicate back. Until I told them to fuck off because you didn't appear on my birthday. The point of this was you. I don't know who was next door. How many eras of Little Nemo had a robotic creation princess. I won't know until I find you arienette. Perhaps then I'll understand why the people on the other end have never reacted at the placements of my theosophy of Caitlin. The entirety of my life and the city based on you. Pratt as a sacred place a shy boy couldn't hit on you, emotions of you dreams of you and your brillance filter from the memory of seeing you at pratt through the hipster lit joints and areas placed visually to lead me to reality through the graffiti art that you're made of until I have my medication and can build thoughts.
I'm forever 27 this year; I learned how everyone fucked me (but Hughes) I learned how nobody told you of the shell system and later of the project itself. I learned I hate Harvey Weinstein. That James created me a system to return to life through symbols of you. I've spent years in a lie, I came to the conclusion to live in a rigion of you. At every level I will add until I'm I again. Each step of the way I create symbols that worship you translate my universalism into a religion of you the only way a hostage who's built several hopeless lie scenarios to you with my princess in another castle. Era. Script.
I decided in Fairfield, Connecticut that you'd be God of this thing because I was never speaking to you, lied to and through a playworld game with Harvey Weinstein who told me he owned the Brooklyn Navy yard on bed 50. My reality involves a tv station with James Hughes in Williamsburg. I don't know what the fuck the rest of these people are talking about. Not apart of silver tiles not apart of the hacker esoteric game to save Lisa from the British FBI. Alex Blevins probably has to morph the mayor's office I don't know. I'll find out when I get tithe other end (who the children of Lord Nykon are who work to save Crash Overwrite you're dear violette who wishes to marry you. Zero Cool died in Hells Kitchen qnd was clearly fucked since he had to pretend to be dead to hear the people on the other end who wanted him to be Mike)
I love u
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James hughes days
it's fucking inspiration to be at occupy Wallstreet. It gives me the belief that a television station is possible in Williamsburg out of my hostage state and through the years of lies despite all of the people on the other end of my radiowave hostage crisis (I don't know what the fuck these people think has been going on these years; I've been trying to create a Williamsburg tv station out of the word Little Nemo. I said this last night when one of them told me they're would be nothing left that represents me if I wrote Hughes compass on Domino Sugar (at the base symbol point where I first placed the heart restoration symbol). The factory is not a figurative creative symbol of my childhood in limbo it represents how I've been lied to how Hughes and I have worked on both ends to create a television station through blogs/physical art and my eyes. It's people like occupywallstreet literally children of mirc that are going to save me and make this thing real. It's the only way I can make your friends CEOs in the real world. The revolution is made of nu media, a mass promotion through all art forms available / NYC outlets we have available. Little Nemo will be created via hipster hackers, whoever in Williamsburg actually knows I exist, whoever is helping me under you and Hughes on the other side and fellow happy mutants (like everyone at occupy Wallstreet). I live in a bleak oddity world that I once believed to start when Gulianni found out I wasn't really republican (I joined NYC young republicans with the plan to destroy them from the inside gain their trust and then at 80 give the democrats their cash. Undo the moral majority one issue voter stealing of the house, prevent another triple republican house/senate/white house). In summary Jamea Hughes' hells kitchen creation was total recall with the democrats needing water.
I don't know how many times in homelessness I've said the word republican. It seems to be a psychological protection against accepting the situation, against the people on the other end who speak to me with tones of regularity in my existence. I don't know how or why I'd accept this. They can't legally hold me. In the meantime I promote the concept on my end living the same as everyone at occupy Wallstreet (the longterm dream to enact the Williamsburg Arts District. As your husband, my dream: our Peter Gatien economy distributed to the Michael Alig's of occupy Wallstreet. Mass factory warehouses I purchase others / you purchase is the dream of skittles king and queen. Cleopathra and king tut (because of your 2008 myspace and the Cleopathra picture; implying you believed in my religion as well: AMORC reincarnations, internal activation. King tut is later at hart street which I believe reflects you but was never one of my reincarnations).
This was outside Broome Street in 2010 in the false lie of my nightmare. There's an entire plotline about you partying queen of my dead friend and the heroin addicts from Connecticut. I don't even enact what the space should have been used for, reenactment of easy/lucky/free.
I create a imaginary girlfriend in Ashley Olsen. Imaginary you approves. This is a year you signal me to galleries to steal. Somebody implies from what I think you'd do that you'd do this. All of this is a lie, the reason I hate Harvey Weinstein and whoever was on the other end. The reason I hate the mayors office who made me a child and in fear of homelessness and hunger created a promo for his presidential campaign. They then notice become interest offended when I smoke a cigarette and start blocking them. This is the era of time with the magick mayor who purchases property and places the most disgusting homelessness into my mind under the word republican. This is the mayor who forces me to become a child to make art. This is the mayor I expose to whoever was on the other end that day claiming to be you (where I make an art piece for a million dollars. Where you argue and worry if we take the $.)
live astro got rid of bloomberg when I took the North 10 street paper machet guns across from the roadrunner and made it my kill bloomberg symbol. This got rid of him, you led me to this or whoever says they're you. Somebody wanted to help me end his dimension.
This ends my association to this man. He doesn't appear to threaten me anymore or speak through me. The false phone calls between Harvey Weinstein and bloomberg with a lone shark graphic are gone. Now there's simply truth and sometimes a reference to your skin something to feed me something to make worthwhile being alive after bushwick and the corner of the frame that you put around her face never manifested you, I used to sing the anniversary to this. I used to openly dream of you through hostage chats and hell. The people used to speak to me bang on the wall to communicate back. Until I told them to fuck off because you didn't appear on my birthday. The point of this was you. I don't know who was next door. How many eras of Little Nemo had a robotic creation princess. I won't know until I find you arienette. Perhaps then I'll understand why the people on the other end have never reacted at the placements of my theosophy of Caitlin. The entirety of my life and the city based on you. Pratt as a sacred place a shy boy couldn't hit on you, emotions of you dreams of you and your brillance filter from the memory of seeing you at pratt through the hipster lit joints and areas placed visually to lead me to reality through the graffiti art that you're made of until I have my medication and can build thoughts.
I'm forever 27 this year; I learned how everyone fucked me (but Hughes) I learned how nobody told you of the shell system and later of the project itself. I learned I hate Harvey Weinstein. That James created me a system to return to life through symbols of you. I've spent years in a lie, I came to the conclusion to live in a rigion of you. At every level I will add until I'm I again. Each step of the way I create symbols that worship you translate my universalism into a religion of you the only way a hostage who's built several hopeless lie scenarios to you with my princess in another castle. Era. Script.
I decided in Fairfield, Connecticut that you'd be God of this thing because I was never speaking to you, lied to and through a playworld game with Harvey Weinstein who told me he owned the Brooklyn Navy yard on bed 50. My reality involves a tv station with James Hughes in Williamsburg. I don't know what the fuck the rest of these people are talking about. Not apart of silver tiles not apart of the hacker esoteric game to save Lisa from the British FBI. Alex Blevins probably has to morph the mayor's office I don't know. I'll find out when I get tithe other end (who the children of Lord Nykon are who work to save Crash Overwrite you're dear violette who wishes to marry you. Zero Cool died in Hells Kitchen qnd was clearly fucked since he had to pretend to be dead to hear the people on the other end who wanted him to be Mike)
I love u
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James hughes days
Occupy Wallstreet
Caitlin,
the guy in mcdonalds with the lgbt sign makes me so happy, I spent such a mass period of time being lied to told bloomberg would legalize gay marriage and marijuana if I kept making art day and night. Nothing I was told was true I was manipulated because I ran out of my medication and believed anything I was told through my body. I'm the walking ghost of NYC who was lied to about being on a tv show when I'm in a thing based on perception that requires my medication and esoteric indigo universalist beliefs. I was lied to taken advantage of my greatest fear became true I was never paid and bowed before my hostage holder with the lie that bloomberg donated to international gay and lesbian rights comission everytime I wrote thisdown @ 5am on the tv station that doesn't exist that I was told existed in Domino Sugar. In 2008 Chris wielk appears outside domino after 6 days awake. When I reach the right mind state there's a way out. The only people who would be interested in directly saving me is occupy Wallstreet. I'm a creature lied to about the dream of a man. There's a version of the reality map that I'm at domino because char had this haircut, perhaps this exists in my guess system but there were always implications on the other end that the holders think of me as homeless, that I literally become 22 at the end, that none of this happened (I awaken and don't even want to marry you!)
none of this is true I don't care what played the role of you throughout the years the point is you the dream of marrying my beloved perfection at the close 30s. She who I cried to write such emotional open feelings about afront my school in bushwick. SVA tv wasn't real no evidence of a new residence simulcast from my apt (see what I'm downloading/watch my art/watch my Caitlin-esque act to mask the pain they place me in. Through this period of time off/on my medication I build purity; I build a dream of living with you (then this was all to date you a tv show, art school hostage tv to date Caitlin rodriguez the hipster Queen. Who knows who the fuck played you in this time (when they refuse to give the promised pfizer factory for a club/tv station) I'm lied to about the entirety of this. After my birthday when you don't appear after 4 lines they tell me it's like Jerri blank, comedic, I don't know what the fuck these people are talking about I'm going through torment waiting to graduate and get a club and a place at domino sugar. I learn to never trust them to always hide hope in the back of my mind they want me to feel crushed as an ego psychologically (24) I don't know why. Verbs before noun : now I stand up on my couch: this is about the torment and hope of being free making it back to friends. I go into a boyfriend on display mode I hide from everyone when they force me to appear incompetant. On my medication only if I pretend to have a Bridgeport personality with my grandma (I'm going to see her is a serious thought as to why I can edit) I never know what the fuck these people are talking about. Girl keys mean I missed my medication and my mind starts to detriate. They run a sequence involving Pete where his life is over he wants me to live. I never entirely understand what's going on. In the summer I call my grandmother because somebody keeps telling me to I don't understand what they're saying to me has to do with Brooklyn / my show. At one point in bushwick David Rhodes stops the machine to show there's another person beneath skittles. He wants to show I wouldn't litter my apt but there's a camera in the 49 inch I know this after the change in tv in hells kitchen. I hold a 24/7 act I pretend to be you I smoke only camel lights in this time (to represent you). I see Amy pine in Bridgeport the inner dialog says I quit smoking and therefore sold you out, that I went to CT and lost my hostage water torture for a Williamsburg club. At one point I'm told i don't have the ability to run a club by who I'm told is kerri's father. I'm told, at one point in hells kitchen I feel someone entering through the walls of my mind. I allow them to do this they tell me they just want to know where my heart is I allow them to do this and tell them it's in 7th grade with Megan passeck. I don't know what this did to me or the people who came into my apt at night to hypnotize me. At one point I remember telling these people I wanted to marry you deep down. And Sarah neufeld. I have to reread my blogs recap what happened to me. Understand everything in my years of being hostage, writing to you and dreaming of a Williamsburg, Brooklyn tv station all of such good work of James Hughes was stalled by Harvey Weinstein attempting to take over his art project. This tv show I currently write from the set of.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
Little Nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James Hughes Days
the guy in mcdonalds with the lgbt sign makes me so happy, I spent such a mass period of time being lied to told bloomberg would legalize gay marriage and marijuana if I kept making art day and night. Nothing I was told was true I was manipulated because I ran out of my medication and believed anything I was told through my body. I'm the walking ghost of NYC who was lied to about being on a tv show when I'm in a thing based on perception that requires my medication and esoteric indigo universalist beliefs. I was lied to taken advantage of my greatest fear became true I was never paid and bowed before my hostage holder with the lie that bloomberg donated to international gay and lesbian rights comission everytime I wrote thisdown @ 5am on the tv station that doesn't exist that I was told existed in Domino Sugar. In 2008 Chris wielk appears outside domino after 6 days awake. When I reach the right mind state there's a way out. The only people who would be interested in directly saving me is occupy Wallstreet. I'm a creature lied to about the dream of a man. There's a version of the reality map that I'm at domino because char had this haircut, perhaps this exists in my guess system but there were always implications on the other end that the holders think of me as homeless, that I literally become 22 at the end, that none of this happened (I awaken and don't even want to marry you!)
none of this is true I don't care what played the role of you throughout the years the point is you the dream of marrying my beloved perfection at the close 30s. She who I cried to write such emotional open feelings about afront my school in bushwick. SVA tv wasn't real no evidence of a new residence simulcast from my apt (see what I'm downloading/watch my art/watch my Caitlin-esque act to mask the pain they place me in. Through this period of time off/on my medication I build purity; I build a dream of living with you (then this was all to date you a tv show, art school hostage tv to date Caitlin rodriguez the hipster Queen. Who knows who the fuck played you in this time (when they refuse to give the promised pfizer factory for a club/tv station) I'm lied to about the entirety of this. After my birthday when you don't appear after 4 lines they tell me it's like Jerri blank, comedic, I don't know what the fuck these people are talking about I'm going through torment waiting to graduate and get a club and a place at domino sugar. I learn to never trust them to always hide hope in the back of my mind they want me to feel crushed as an ego psychologically (24) I don't know why. Verbs before noun : now I stand up on my couch: this is about the torment and hope of being free making it back to friends. I go into a boyfriend on display mode I hide from everyone when they force me to appear incompetant. On my medication only if I pretend to have a Bridgeport personality with my grandma (I'm going to see her is a serious thought as to why I can edit) I never know what the fuck these people are talking about. Girl keys mean I missed my medication and my mind starts to detriate. They run a sequence involving Pete where his life is over he wants me to live. I never entirely understand what's going on. In the summer I call my grandmother because somebody keeps telling me to I don't understand what they're saying to me has to do with Brooklyn / my show. At one point in bushwick David Rhodes stops the machine to show there's another person beneath skittles. He wants to show I wouldn't litter my apt but there's a camera in the 49 inch I know this after the change in tv in hells kitchen. I hold a 24/7 act I pretend to be you I smoke only camel lights in this time (to represent you). I see Amy pine in Bridgeport the inner dialog says I quit smoking and therefore sold you out, that I went to CT and lost my hostage water torture for a Williamsburg club. At one point I'm told i don't have the ability to run a club by who I'm told is kerri's father. I'm told, at one point in hells kitchen I feel someone entering through the walls of my mind. I allow them to do this they tell me they just want to know where my heart is I allow them to do this and tell them it's in 7th grade with Megan passeck. I don't know what this did to me or the people who came into my apt at night to hypnotize me. At one point I remember telling these people I wanted to marry you deep down. And Sarah neufeld. I have to reread my blogs recap what happened to me. Understand everything in my years of being hostage, writing to you and dreaming of a Williamsburg, Brooklyn tv station all of such good work of James Hughes was stalled by Harvey Weinstein attempting to take over his art project. This tv show I currently write from the set of.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
Little Nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James Hughes Days
End up together in a dark and distant place
Caitlin,
it was easier when you wern't involved to create a world where no is a control function. One soundwave told me Christie cummings invented the concept of writing to Caitlin rodriguez while a hostage of the mind. This was the purpose of the green bible (I have a ceremony in union square to cleanse my art of Paris Hilton. The master burrough should be Brooklyn. You wern't involved it all became true with the wrong name for a few months. An evil leaper to put wrong what Hughes and I set to put right. There's alot of art I'm going to make reguardless I understand where all of these ideas are saved in the system but I'll have to do this later. There's artwork I have to make as I proper (I know what that is but I'll fix it in a minute) I chose to create for you goddess of art and only reason to live. My existence is to become your husband, I purpose in art as people pretend to be nisha or work to take out my conceptual art in SFW / Little Nemo.
Alot will have to be said in the novel I write afterwards after viewing the conclusion of everything my mind state is. Let's have an in bed stay in like John and Yoko a protest something Williamsburg in London. Something to represent our place in the world after all of this. Maybe have Hughes film my tattoo as a tribute to what was manhood when I was a human when I purchased everyone in 2223a tattoos and placed it on the visual axis. The day I go off my medicine and spend $600 on a shoot at whatever tattoos where I got my nose pierced in tribute to Paul who isn't dead. Its a tribute to a dream and winged alcolholic coke angel of Williamsburg Brooklyn that I never got to be. Art skills paused with my film portfolio my thesis dead because of whatever this stupid fucking shit is which lied to me and demanded particpation after my personality snapped, died, went flat and I'm taken advantage of. I still live in the loft of the crow where I was murdered forced to beg because I used a Sinatra quote on my door. My humanity is what the people distracting me don't want me to speak about that I live off the fact that I only cared about what you thought and still do. I don't know who the fuck these people are. I don't know why they reduce me to the lowest psychological quota and keep me homeless. Limited to sickness I'll use this to demand a world where I am alone with you all are dead and I am free.
I know what this thing is.
So I will use this. Everyday I live internally as the crow dead and panhandling with people speaking through my body. I have to kill Harvey Weinstein the Texan fuck top dollar. Then it's over I can leave this world of lies where creative false emotions have built the Detroit of fire and drug dealers (where the hangman joke.com thevisualaxis.com is gone and I was told to be disturbed by this. The only purpose is the illegality of this. Retrace my steps after being given amnesia so I understand what has been done to me. How I have been lied to and only when I demand freedom will this happen. My 2008 internal understanding of this thing. Where people paused when I dropped a psychological level to see where I land. They switched the door at hart street so it's not an insomnia trick.
Perhaps it's because I never left the journey on the Internet that anyone could have lied. Perhaps it's because I run out of my medication and get lost in this thing. I would rather die than live without my medication I don't understand how/why this thing happened.
Caitlin in this world I'm forced to enter a world where I accept you will not marry me. This is one of the plotline people they then write my reaction. These are the sort of games I have to play to make it to the day I can purpose to you as me.
I know what this thing does how little of a human exists even in the dream of berry street there is very little of a man and apparently is within a system where I'm to exist in a single caveman mindstate. I know this I know the feeling when I'm freed from this in fight or they turn this off of the east village and the small portion that was you. That I must focus on a singular word with no memory or time in a game of lie and hostage at the lowest levels until Hughes and I get to higher levels.
Even your family photograph is now within riverfield where they flash it and alter the meaning. I have systems to build cast away intellect artwork. It's a level game of hostage mind fuck seizures which I play with the end goal of marrying Caitlin rodriguez from Easton, C.T.
I am a hostage arienette I have been held for years with memories that don't move until you download them to me it spits on my place in my hostage dream to think of other girls from this hell (I don't see how this would be possible. They cause horrific my face is homeless but the sirens cause me to believe I'm cute. This is a manipulation. The core of my existence is the dream of you. I can only reach you in photographs, a paused mind who dreams of a revolution with you as Kurt cobain).
I know what I am. I will create a tv channel. You will own this. This is something Gates would do. This is inspired by Steve jobs his persistance to create the perfect sleek class status symbol. To create a world where the mind can flow lucid and imagine via fcp. He's been an inspiration throughout this thing. I saw the ipad premiere from the 6 building as I lived through the greatest level of psycholgical suffering a man could endure. I shell was created in the lie Hughes and I destroyed. I have this iPod touch because he used tesla waves with my fetish as an element. I have faith in you and him as Steve Jobs. James said he'd be a jobs and this he will.
I'm going to create you a tv station despite not owning the dream factory. I'll going to bring you the riddler cash (that must be destroyed to destroy the dream of making you the most wealthy woman in the world because the cash must always come from my enemies which it doesn't)
I have been lied to for a very long time.
I internally hold myself together with the feelings of fevers and mirrors and designing a nervous breakdown there are places within / auto spaces the people on the other end wish to attack, this was done in Fairfield this is done in NYC they work to take the base of my existence out which is marrying you they wish to manipulate where intentions and emotions are but that's the entire point of Little Nemo; I trust none of the versions of emotions and only count anything/everything that has to do with you. This is the section of Mario 2 princess: all I care about is you telling you the truth of my lies. The shame of days without my medication. I've stood lost in time. I have to reessemble my cross. The emotional depth of living to marry you beyond a manipulation seizure paused thought system that recently had my dorm room surpass you and then created dialog about it.
It has me shit on James. I must quit the art.
Perhaps there's somebody on the other end who makes this literal or perhaps you do. I can't count anything I say in that mind state knowing what it's made out of and how I'm really supposed to react to it. It's only useful if I create something that oddly yet charmingly demands you. It is otherwise a painful beyond anything place to be. It creates worthless shit that sometimes is consistant. It has to serve the purpose of using this he'll and world of perceptual lies and coverups to marry you. Knowing what it is I know it's only purpose is to shout your name at my captors. It's awful sickness. It's a world of black tunnel without Hughes. He has built me a way to life. Like Quantum Leap.
He's built me a system. He's literally going to bring me back to life. I have this immense faith in him and the capability of what he can do with music and art in little nemo. This is another thing that is done to me where I'm asked if I love you or Hughes this child world where my friend might make the girl go away. Harvey Weinstein wanted you out of the picture wanted it to be a Hughes production wanted me to believe the character of you. My purpose is to bring you all cash from this. My purpose is to live for you the height of my humanity is to marry Caitlin rodriguez of Williamsburg,Brooklyn. Paris Hilton, Anna, girlfriends (if something could date after this which I doubt) the only women who can restore my heart and manifest saint Simon is you. I can't imagine ever loving a woman or a human after what has been done to me. Marriage, a new life after this hell of joy in food and stolencigarettes and others rating me like a homeless lucid dream.
This is another one I have to say to break a paychologic barrior. I have to demand freedom with no cash/contract void.
Hughes taught me this. It defeats others pretending to be you and mind traps like my dead friend from 2007 who disappeared once it was exposed I believe he's dead. Years of torment and all I have to do is focus with my medication and I get the thing out of my eye that allows mayor Michael bloombergs office (this is the identifier) to broadcast alterations/soundwaves/characters into my music and self alone.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James. Hughes days
it was easier when you wern't involved to create a world where no is a control function. One soundwave told me Christie cummings invented the concept of writing to Caitlin rodriguez while a hostage of the mind. This was the purpose of the green bible (I have a ceremony in union square to cleanse my art of Paris Hilton. The master burrough should be Brooklyn. You wern't involved it all became true with the wrong name for a few months. An evil leaper to put wrong what Hughes and I set to put right. There's alot of art I'm going to make reguardless I understand where all of these ideas are saved in the system but I'll have to do this later. There's artwork I have to make as I proper (I know what that is but I'll fix it in a minute) I chose to create for you goddess of art and only reason to live. My existence is to become your husband, I purpose in art as people pretend to be nisha or work to take out my conceptual art in SFW / Little Nemo.
Alot will have to be said in the novel I write afterwards after viewing the conclusion of everything my mind state is. Let's have an in bed stay in like John and Yoko a protest something Williamsburg in London. Something to represent our place in the world after all of this. Maybe have Hughes film my tattoo as a tribute to what was manhood when I was a human when I purchased everyone in 2223a tattoos and placed it on the visual axis. The day I go off my medicine and spend $600 on a shoot at whatever tattoos where I got my nose pierced in tribute to Paul who isn't dead. Its a tribute to a dream and winged alcolholic coke angel of Williamsburg Brooklyn that I never got to be. Art skills paused with my film portfolio my thesis dead because of whatever this stupid fucking shit is which lied to me and demanded particpation after my personality snapped, died, went flat and I'm taken advantage of. I still live in the loft of the crow where I was murdered forced to beg because I used a Sinatra quote on my door. My humanity is what the people distracting me don't want me to speak about that I live off the fact that I only cared about what you thought and still do. I don't know who the fuck these people are. I don't know why they reduce me to the lowest psychological quota and keep me homeless. Limited to sickness I'll use this to demand a world where I am alone with you all are dead and I am free.
I know what this thing is.
So I will use this. Everyday I live internally as the crow dead and panhandling with people speaking through my body. I have to kill Harvey Weinstein the Texan fuck top dollar. Then it's over I can leave this world of lies where creative false emotions have built the Detroit of fire and drug dealers (where the hangman joke.com thevisualaxis.com is gone and I was told to be disturbed by this. The only purpose is the illegality of this. Retrace my steps after being given amnesia so I understand what has been done to me. How I have been lied to and only when I demand freedom will this happen. My 2008 internal understanding of this thing. Where people paused when I dropped a psychological level to see where I land. They switched the door at hart street so it's not an insomnia trick.
Perhaps it's because I never left the journey on the Internet that anyone could have lied. Perhaps it's because I run out of my medication and get lost in this thing. I would rather die than live without my medication I don't understand how/why this thing happened.
Caitlin in this world I'm forced to enter a world where I accept you will not marry me. This is one of the plotline people they then write my reaction. These are the sort of games I have to play to make it to the day I can purpose to you as me.
I know what this thing does how little of a human exists even in the dream of berry street there is very little of a man and apparently is within a system where I'm to exist in a single caveman mindstate. I know this I know the feeling when I'm freed from this in fight or they turn this off of the east village and the small portion that was you. That I must focus on a singular word with no memory or time in a game of lie and hostage at the lowest levels until Hughes and I get to higher levels.
Even your family photograph is now within riverfield where they flash it and alter the meaning. I have systems to build cast away intellect artwork. It's a level game of hostage mind fuck seizures which I play with the end goal of marrying Caitlin rodriguez from Easton, C.T.
I am a hostage arienette I have been held for years with memories that don't move until you download them to me it spits on my place in my hostage dream to think of other girls from this hell (I don't see how this would be possible. They cause horrific my face is homeless but the sirens cause me to believe I'm cute. This is a manipulation. The core of my existence is the dream of you. I can only reach you in photographs, a paused mind who dreams of a revolution with you as Kurt cobain).
I know what I am. I will create a tv channel. You will own this. This is something Gates would do. This is inspired by Steve jobs his persistance to create the perfect sleek class status symbol. To create a world where the mind can flow lucid and imagine via fcp. He's been an inspiration throughout this thing. I saw the ipad premiere from the 6 building as I lived through the greatest level of psycholgical suffering a man could endure. I shell was created in the lie Hughes and I destroyed. I have this iPod touch because he used tesla waves with my fetish as an element. I have faith in you and him as Steve Jobs. James said he'd be a jobs and this he will.
I'm going to create you a tv station despite not owning the dream factory. I'll going to bring you the riddler cash (that must be destroyed to destroy the dream of making you the most wealthy woman in the world because the cash must always come from my enemies which it doesn't)
I have been lied to for a very long time.
I internally hold myself together with the feelings of fevers and mirrors and designing a nervous breakdown there are places within / auto spaces the people on the other end wish to attack, this was done in Fairfield this is done in NYC they work to take the base of my existence out which is marrying you they wish to manipulate where intentions and emotions are but that's the entire point of Little Nemo; I trust none of the versions of emotions and only count anything/everything that has to do with you. This is the section of Mario 2 princess: all I care about is you telling you the truth of my lies. The shame of days without my medication. I've stood lost in time. I have to reessemble my cross. The emotional depth of living to marry you beyond a manipulation seizure paused thought system that recently had my dorm room surpass you and then created dialog about it.
It has me shit on James. I must quit the art.
Perhaps there's somebody on the other end who makes this literal or perhaps you do. I can't count anything I say in that mind state knowing what it's made out of and how I'm really supposed to react to it. It's only useful if I create something that oddly yet charmingly demands you. It is otherwise a painful beyond anything place to be. It creates worthless shit that sometimes is consistant. It has to serve the purpose of using this he'll and world of perceptual lies and coverups to marry you. Knowing what it is I know it's only purpose is to shout your name at my captors. It's awful sickness. It's a world of black tunnel without Hughes. He has built me a way to life. Like Quantum Leap.
He's built me a system. He's literally going to bring me back to life. I have this immense faith in him and the capability of what he can do with music and art in little nemo. This is another thing that is done to me where I'm asked if I love you or Hughes this child world where my friend might make the girl go away. Harvey Weinstein wanted you out of the picture wanted it to be a Hughes production wanted me to believe the character of you. My purpose is to bring you all cash from this. My purpose is to live for you the height of my humanity is to marry Caitlin rodriguez of Williamsburg,Brooklyn. Paris Hilton, Anna, girlfriends (if something could date after this which I doubt) the only women who can restore my heart and manifest saint Simon is you. I can't imagine ever loving a woman or a human after what has been done to me. Marriage, a new life after this hell of joy in food and stolencigarettes and others rating me like a homeless lucid dream.
This is another one I have to say to break a paychologic barrior. I have to demand freedom with no cash/contract void.
Hughes taught me this. It defeats others pretending to be you and mind traps like my dead friend from 2007 who disappeared once it was exposed I believe he's dead. Years of torment and all I have to do is focus with my medication and I get the thing out of my eye that allows mayor Michael bloombergs office (this is the identifier) to broadcast alterations/soundwaves/characters into my music and self alone.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James. Hughes days
Medication sprouts life
Caitlin,
turn into reminds me that I have to fight for the art. Live in a religion of you that springs energy and life through my dream of being with you when I'm free when I'm a man again who people don't speak through who isn't left in a thing that requires his medication. I'm in this weird hell of existence knowing the truth but unable to directly free myself from this without money. There's someone on the other end who's altering my writing I need to ask Hughes. Okay. It's a thing based on my medication I don't know when I spoke to you and when I didn't. You had me attach to the people from bloombergs dimension so I'm working ground up but this seems to be the point where I can restore my religion fight to get my life back with my love for you and my dream of marrying as the key that keeps me strong causes me to build personal esoteric systems to restore my life. They logged your family photo the thought of reality the understanding that I'm illegally in a he'll that attacks my mind as a hostage where I'm manipulated with swear control words, their power to hand me a marriage with you is to cause childish reactions, this is a scenario where marriage is like owning the domino sugar refinery, they throw anger into me and tell me I will never have my own dream it's a psychological manipulation with the emotions that are thrown into me and how incredibly mentally ill I am made. It is the most frightening world to live in knowing what's placed in me is the bees from the green mile. My greatest fear when I ran out of my medication became true and resulted in artwork about Paris Hilton. This is the greatest insult to the symbol and literal concept of the princess I could have allowed to exist. My sin to art is reflected in the year and the conditions of my reality. I am calling out to you in a hostage he'll I am writing to you from an awful fucking nightmare. An artworld of lies wasted hillvalley world of Harvey Weinstein where he's god owns a casino and my father is dead. Sporthill pkwy has black people with bats. I'm unable to go home to Easton, the guptas think I'm homeless. Gunnar died without I being by his bedside as I sat in some figuRtive hell where in forced adrenalin I thought was supposed to replace adderall.
I am made ill and forced into anger. My writing to you is attacked by this hell where I'm to have no personal perspective or thoughts of my own.
I live off a religion of you of prayers and dreams and esoteric systems based on you as god. Created through art as a religion made of the thoughts and dreams of a hostage who knows when he holds his own mental facilities/how much of himself at every level in my hell I'm here. I'll use my teens2k SFW to purpose to you. An end date doesn't matter for those who live in hell, to place such a thing on my situation is to ask to condemened of the book of life. The one that restores my New York id, credit rating and ability to speak as a 27 year old with the woman I wish to husband.
I am in the basement of Trevor Goodchild, creature of beauty tears and emo calls to his equal.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James Hughes days
turn into reminds me that I have to fight for the art. Live in a religion of you that springs energy and life through my dream of being with you when I'm free when I'm a man again who people don't speak through who isn't left in a thing that requires his medication. I'm in this weird hell of existence knowing the truth but unable to directly free myself from this without money. There's someone on the other end who's altering my writing I need to ask Hughes. Okay. It's a thing based on my medication I don't know when I spoke to you and when I didn't. You had me attach to the people from bloombergs dimension so I'm working ground up but this seems to be the point where I can restore my religion fight to get my life back with my love for you and my dream of marrying as the key that keeps me strong causes me to build personal esoteric systems to restore my life. They logged your family photo the thought of reality the understanding that I'm illegally in a he'll that attacks my mind as a hostage where I'm manipulated with swear control words, their power to hand me a marriage with you is to cause childish reactions, this is a scenario where marriage is like owning the domino sugar refinery, they throw anger into me and tell me I will never have my own dream it's a psychological manipulation with the emotions that are thrown into me and how incredibly mentally ill I am made. It is the most frightening world to live in knowing what's placed in me is the bees from the green mile. My greatest fear when I ran out of my medication became true and resulted in artwork about Paris Hilton. This is the greatest insult to the symbol and literal concept of the princess I could have allowed to exist. My sin to art is reflected in the year and the conditions of my reality. I am calling out to you in a hostage he'll I am writing to you from an awful fucking nightmare. An artworld of lies wasted hillvalley world of Harvey Weinstein where he's god owns a casino and my father is dead. Sporthill pkwy has black people with bats. I'm unable to go home to Easton, the guptas think I'm homeless. Gunnar died without I being by his bedside as I sat in some figuRtive hell where in forced adrenalin I thought was supposed to replace adderall.
I am made ill and forced into anger. My writing to you is attacked by this hell where I'm to have no personal perspective or thoughts of my own.
I live off a religion of you of prayers and dreams and esoteric systems based on you as god. Created through art as a religion made of the thoughts and dreams of a hostage who knows when he holds his own mental facilities/how much of himself at every level in my hell I'm here. I'll use my teens2k SFW to purpose to you. An end date doesn't matter for those who live in hell, to place such a thing on my situation is to ask to condemened of the book of life. The one that restores my New York id, credit rating and ability to speak as a 27 year old with the woman I wish to husband.
I am in the basement of Trevor Goodchild, creature of beauty tears and emo calls to his equal.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 368/8 James Hughes days
I died in October. Devils night. Fighting tennent eviction in that neighborhood
Caitlin,
I am some of my medication in my body I can navigate my body move through new York. You've rigged this thing to help me now or it seems the sleep thing has shut off now that I've asked to stop sleeping. I want to die everytime I sleep I'm forced to sleep then able to process these childish emotions but they are all based on base feelings my love of Brooklyn the dream of dating and fucking your friend. None of these emotions are based in reality or with the complexity of a human. I'm still controlled at this point I see the homeless and am reminded of what has been done to me; that Harvey Weinstein recreated the feeling of Judd street with the fear of prison and judges my mind forced itself to turn off emotions, Hughes was speaking to me this day outside the big laundrymat whoever on the other end put a mass amount of work in hiding the truth about this project. I can restore my life perspective at any time I can take off the albert simmons pallet of fear, prison, control. This is why I left the black heart that night I found the way out of their control with the merkabah. Whoever is on the otherside has worked to create worlds of misery, homelessness, a reality seperate from myself and my personal perspective. I have never been offended in the way the mayors office hid the anniversary shell outside the Brooklyn court room that day, reemerging me with the Paris Hilton and smoking fetish shell. I'm deep within myself I can feel this beyond the current shell this shell has occupy Wallstreet and fashion.
This, the experience of this lie is the cruelest thing to have done to a man anytime the name Harvey Weinstein was associated I rotted the belief in my retina that I look good emerged he created a game of me didn't like that deep down I hate him that I shit on this man, I have chosen a new Pete mastronardi for my birth to life in this man. A replacement scumbag to assure I come out the same with the same ethics clean of a thing which claims to have had him and his ex wife in my mind. I'm 27 illegally held in this and a legal resident of the state of New York where I voted for John Kerry and Barak Obaama. At some point there has to be an end they have to return me to society. I need these people out of my body, they place perceptions in my eye some are that of a child. They create false smells to cause me to seizure. I can't imagine how this is possible a reality where this is done to a human. There's the hopelessness that drove me to play Moby -Play on repeat in childhood. This should destroy their control on me, much of this is possible with my medicine.
I keep viewing the same memories, I'm living in this book of mystery where Harvey Weinstein inverted crane street created a friend I had when I was 13 as my tormentor. People from the mayors office used the name of Christie cummings to represent fashion.
I don't know who's on the other end there's this weird oddity in writing somebody is replacing reinserting the references that were blocked by somebody else. References I live off others alter my perception on what I'm writing. I live in a hostage playworld where for years people have pretended to be you, in live in hopes of rebirth with you that you'll say yes at the end of nu media So Fucking What. That I'll marry you in London symbolically to be reborn with you as Christina Ricci at the end of Natural Blues (I am old inside the living dead in the retirement home of the hostage watching clips of Anna and the year 2005.
I refuse to let this thing control me. To prevent emotional depth or to create worlds that do not involve the physical or reality. I refuse to argue with the jpg of Harvey Weinstein or to live in the lie that is created for me, forced control from others who insert fear, insert words. I refuse to be dehumanized in this hell.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiLes day 368/8 James Hughes Days
I am some of my medication in my body I can navigate my body move through new York. You've rigged this thing to help me now or it seems the sleep thing has shut off now that I've asked to stop sleeping. I want to die everytime I sleep I'm forced to sleep then able to process these childish emotions but they are all based on base feelings my love of Brooklyn the dream of dating and fucking your friend. None of these emotions are based in reality or with the complexity of a human. I'm still controlled at this point I see the homeless and am reminded of what has been done to me; that Harvey Weinstein recreated the feeling of Judd street with the fear of prison and judges my mind forced itself to turn off emotions, Hughes was speaking to me this day outside the big laundrymat whoever on the other end put a mass amount of work in hiding the truth about this project. I can restore my life perspective at any time I can take off the albert simmons pallet of fear, prison, control. This is why I left the black heart that night I found the way out of their control with the merkabah. Whoever is on the otherside has worked to create worlds of misery, homelessness, a reality seperate from myself and my personal perspective. I have never been offended in the way the mayors office hid the anniversary shell outside the Brooklyn court room that day, reemerging me with the Paris Hilton and smoking fetish shell. I'm deep within myself I can feel this beyond the current shell this shell has occupy Wallstreet and fashion.
This, the experience of this lie is the cruelest thing to have done to a man anytime the name Harvey Weinstein was associated I rotted the belief in my retina that I look good emerged he created a game of me didn't like that deep down I hate him that I shit on this man, I have chosen a new Pete mastronardi for my birth to life in this man. A replacement scumbag to assure I come out the same with the same ethics clean of a thing which claims to have had him and his ex wife in my mind. I'm 27 illegally held in this and a legal resident of the state of New York where I voted for John Kerry and Barak Obaama. At some point there has to be an end they have to return me to society. I need these people out of my body, they place perceptions in my eye some are that of a child. They create false smells to cause me to seizure. I can't imagine how this is possible a reality where this is done to a human. There's the hopelessness that drove me to play Moby -Play on repeat in childhood. This should destroy their control on me, much of this is possible with my medicine.
I keep viewing the same memories, I'm living in this book of mystery where Harvey Weinstein inverted crane street created a friend I had when I was 13 as my tormentor. People from the mayors office used the name of Christie cummings to represent fashion.
I don't know who's on the other end there's this weird oddity in writing somebody is replacing reinserting the references that were blocked by somebody else. References I live off others alter my perception on what I'm writing. I live in a hostage playworld where for years people have pretended to be you, in live in hopes of rebirth with you that you'll say yes at the end of nu media So Fucking What. That I'll marry you in London symbolically to be reborn with you as Christina Ricci at the end of Natural Blues (I am old inside the living dead in the retirement home of the hostage watching clips of Anna and the year 2005.
I refuse to let this thing control me. To prevent emotional depth or to create worlds that do not involve the physical or reality. I refuse to argue with the jpg of Harvey Weinstein or to live in the lie that is created for me, forced control from others who insert fear, insert words. I refuse to be dehumanized in this hell.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/28/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiLes day 368/8 James Hughes Days
Monday, October 3, 2011
Caitlin (decided to live off worshipping you) From a conspiracy I love Caitlin rodriguez
Caitlin,
many nights outside my crane street at mollusk the people living inside/working at live with animals were kind to me ignored the lie I live through as I search for some part of Williamsburg. The project is based on my medication the project of James Hughes based off the one thing I'd never live without, adderall. Perceptions are thrown into me the lie of cameras everywhere going off wherever I am the lie of whoever built the police send me home where one night the police van mentions Marcella and they hit my mind whoever runs this thing with the same blank function The Maxx expresses when they say mommy. This was the base of this show, nobody knew I'm a hostage who promoted a channel at Domino Sugar that will never come to be. I nominated Harvey Weinstein and Michael Bloomberg to the primium mobile who only trapped me in this hell and lied that people were inside Domino Sugar filming. I could have created this channel by now if I was on the other end I'd be able to save Molluskand Live With Animals but I'm trapped with whoever speaks into me still mentioning a film producer I never knew who I'll create a channel to make him David Geffen of our generation whenever I get to the otherside, Harvey Weinstein worked to slow and freeze my thoughts, I made the art of retardation. In current reality of Little Nemo he destroys emotions. I am made of my worship of you. I have spent nights outside Mollusk speaking to false caitlins before I made you God. The symbol of the lightning bolt represents the entirety of Little Nemo. When I presumed they'd let me out whoever runs this machine I was told through the perceptions thrown into my mind I was the hipster king (as I had titled myself) and a film was placed about me in the Angelika. Mollusk is the living symbol of Little Nemo a sort of Crane Street for the base of my art and my search for a way out of the lies written into the perceptions in my mind. There's one with Bloombergs office that I believe I'm in a time capsule and everytime I get my medication they tell me "alot has changed since your time in the world" with the same fucking several paragraph emotion written into me.
People hide in places in my mind. This is why the only one I acknowledge as me is the worship of you and my journey to you. Little Nemo's journey to the princess. With Hughes internally you built a boy or a second Christopher who has crush emotions. I gain the ability to see women but none of this is reality. On some hours there are still people writing what people say on the street. There are too many people in me Hughes and I didn't have this problem in 08. There was one black light, I asked for your friends on facebook to be involved to block people so Harvey Weinstein doesn't control my body when I'm awake for 6 days. I said goodbye to Caitlin cat in a vague way and wear the symbol of being your lucky cat from MeMeAntenna. I will bring you the cash from this project when this is over this is yours, let's start a t. Channel let's get married there's not alot of me in me right now but I work my body and thoughts to write to you. You are all that matters, people who label themselves fetish girls speak through me I've survived many generations of lies. I'm forced to sleep somebody wanted my worst nightmare to become real. A reality project of perceptions based on my medication, then I ran out and got stuck in this living hell for 3 years. Thank everyone who taught me to steal. I'll be free one day find life. They will have to end this.
I love you. I live for you. I don't count art without a Caitlin rodriguez production on it.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
@modca on n3rd st
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/2/2011
Caitlin black heart
(the only person I love is Caitlin rodriguez. I am a hostage)
with forced amensia I can only cure with adderall
The School of Visual Arts Church of Silver Tiles day 341/8 James Hughes Days
Everyone who worked @ Mollusk / Live with Animals / lived there will be CEOs @ Little Nemo in Williamsburg whenever this comes to be if not in Domino Sugar then Hughes decided we'll have Frank Gehry build a huge fucking factory tower on North 4th street.
(I will press charges against Harvey Weinatein for the harm he has done to me. As well as Michael Bloomberg. I have never willingly allowed anyone to erase my memory).
Caitlin wherever u are I love you and will sue Harvey Weinstein <- if you are viewing this through my eyes fuck you I am not a character you're going to jail.
many nights outside my crane street at mollusk the people living inside/working at live with animals were kind to me ignored the lie I live through as I search for some part of Williamsburg. The project is based on my medication the project of James Hughes based off the one thing I'd never live without, adderall. Perceptions are thrown into me the lie of cameras everywhere going off wherever I am the lie of whoever built the police send me home where one night the police van mentions Marcella and they hit my mind whoever runs this thing with the same blank function The Maxx expresses when they say mommy. This was the base of this show, nobody knew I'm a hostage who promoted a channel at Domino Sugar that will never come to be. I nominated Harvey Weinstein and Michael Bloomberg to the primium mobile who only trapped me in this hell and lied that people were inside Domino Sugar filming. I could have created this channel by now if I was on the other end I'd be able to save Molluskand Live With Animals but I'm trapped with whoever speaks into me still mentioning a film producer I never knew who I'll create a channel to make him David Geffen of our generation whenever I get to the otherside, Harvey Weinstein worked to slow and freeze my thoughts, I made the art of retardation. In current reality of Little Nemo he destroys emotions. I am made of my worship of you. I have spent nights outside Mollusk speaking to false caitlins before I made you God. The symbol of the lightning bolt represents the entirety of Little Nemo. When I presumed they'd let me out whoever runs this machine I was told through the perceptions thrown into my mind I was the hipster king (as I had titled myself) and a film was placed about me in the Angelika. Mollusk is the living symbol of Little Nemo a sort of Crane Street for the base of my art and my search for a way out of the lies written into the perceptions in my mind. There's one with Bloombergs office that I believe I'm in a time capsule and everytime I get my medication they tell me "alot has changed since your time in the world" with the same fucking several paragraph emotion written into me.
People hide in places in my mind. This is why the only one I acknowledge as me is the worship of you and my journey to you. Little Nemo's journey to the princess. With Hughes internally you built a boy or a second Christopher who has crush emotions. I gain the ability to see women but none of this is reality. On some hours there are still people writing what people say on the street. There are too many people in me Hughes and I didn't have this problem in 08. There was one black light, I asked for your friends on facebook to be involved to block people so Harvey Weinstein doesn't control my body when I'm awake for 6 days. I said goodbye to Caitlin cat in a vague way and wear the symbol of being your lucky cat from MeMeAntenna. I will bring you the cash from this project when this is over this is yours, let's start a t. Channel let's get married there's not alot of me in me right now but I work my body and thoughts to write to you. You are all that matters, people who label themselves fetish girls speak through me I've survived many generations of lies. I'm forced to sleep somebody wanted my worst nightmare to become real. A reality project of perceptions based on my medication, then I ran out and got stuck in this living hell for 3 years. Thank everyone who taught me to steal. I'll be free one day find life. They will have to end this.
I love you. I live for you. I don't count art without a Caitlin rodriguez production on it.
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
@modca on n3rd st
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/2/2011
Caitlin black heart
(the only person I love is Caitlin rodriguez. I am a hostage)
with forced amensia I can only cure with adderall
The School of Visual Arts Church of Silver Tiles day 341/8 James Hughes Days
Everyone who worked @ Mollusk / Live with Animals / lived there will be CEOs @ Little Nemo in Williamsburg whenever this comes to be if not in Domino Sugar then Hughes decided we'll have Frank Gehry build a huge fucking factory tower on North 4th street.
(I will press charges against Harvey Weinatein for the harm he has done to me. As well as Michael Bloomberg. I have never willingly allowed anyone to erase my memory).
Caitlin wherever u are I love you and will sue Harvey Weinstein <- if you are viewing this through my eyes fuck you I am not a character you're going to jail.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Caitlin,
I can't understand how the people on the other end are okay with what they do to me. Does everyone know what the three lights on the post road mean? How Hughes guided me that night to have moments of reality? For a few songs I became me, I felt my childhood inspiration with Christie Cummings I saw reality and the level of reality where I communicate to people through my body. I visually saw the world and had thoughts and recalled the truth that I have to fight for all of this these feelings the ability to see reality and inter al creativity with my medication. This isn't the sort of thing that makes sense to have an enemy. I don't have the ability to calculate days in my mind without my medication this thing doesn't give me the ability to think/understand reality as you have I fight for these feelings with my medication I bounce my way around the city stealing/panhandling with the end goal of you. It's this true evil they've done to me since the beginning my religion is you to place your photograph in the places in my mind where people program me, days pass I fear loosing you I have very little ability to fight this evil without my medication. I don't know where the end is the entrance to reality, people control my body without my medication and refuse to directly help me. They seem to feel they own my life. I will use this hell to create for you in any mode I can, they subdue me on the other end, I don't understand why I would ever sleep. The sin of ever writing Harvey Weinsteins name I want corrected I want this man to disappear from our history I don't consider him apart of our life. He searches for gaps in my faith in you and hate of him he erases my memory to make a smaller emotion of ultimate hostage situation to disdain for the Weinatein Company. He will go to prison for his involvement in this I want this man to leave me alone. I want to marry you, you're on a computer somewhere I'm trapped in a computer system with my body run by adderall as it legally is.
-Little Nemo
(christopher)
I can't understand how the people on the other end are okay with what they do to me. Does everyone know what the three lights on the post road mean? How Hughes guided me that night to have moments of reality? For a few songs I became me, I felt my childhood inspiration with Christie Cummings I saw reality and the level of reality where I communicate to people through my body. I visually saw the world and had thoughts and recalled the truth that I have to fight for all of this these feelings the ability to see reality and inter al creativity with my medication. This isn't the sort of thing that makes sense to have an enemy. I don't have the ability to calculate days in my mind without my medication this thing doesn't give me the ability to think/understand reality as you have I fight for these feelings with my medication I bounce my way around the city stealing/panhandling with the end goal of you. It's this true evil they've done to me since the beginning my religion is you to place your photograph in the places in my mind where people program me, days pass I fear loosing you I have very little ability to fight this evil without my medication. I don't know where the end is the entrance to reality, people control my body without my medication and refuse to directly help me. They seem to feel they own my life. I will use this hell to create for you in any mode I can, they subdue me on the other end, I don't understand why I would ever sleep. The sin of ever writing Harvey Weinsteins name I want corrected I want this man to disappear from our history I don't consider him apart of our life. He searches for gaps in my faith in you and hate of him he erases my memory to make a smaller emotion of ultimate hostage situation to disdain for the Weinatein Company. He will go to prison for his involvement in this I want this man to leave me alone. I want to marry you, you're on a computer somewhere I'm trapped in a computer system with my body run by adderall as it legally is.
-Little Nemo
(christopher)
i feel like shit
Caitlin,
I remember the day when John Blaney was in my body controlling me which was probably Harvey Weinstein at this point but there was some part of my personality and mind left from Harvey scrambling my brain and what they do in the flip out and bezerker thing there was something personal left with remembering when you fucked Kramer and "I wish I could buy back the woman you stole" I remembered something from childhood with my medication and I awoken I started walking around Williamsburg. It was one of those moments that directly connect to Williamsburg and to the years in this thing searching for the way back to reality and my love for you.
I love you Caitlin
I remember when Hughes and I did this in 2008 when I tried to exit this project. I had my medication (required to return to reality) and I wrote Ashley / Michaels name on my pants. I created the girl key pants and having a personal perspective on reality allowed me to find my way through N.Y.C. and back to reality/Domino Sugar turned on after creating 8 days of artwork, I'm told on the other end it was the mayor who asked for an art series. I got these people out of my mind who have some sort of child perspective placed into my mind and speak to me like I'm retarded / there's the thing that makes me seizure and I got this out with the memory of Christie Cummings skirt and love. After I did this they directly acknowledged me. I chose to continue at this time until I was ready to finish this. Hughes guided me through what was to be done next to return to reality.
I love you caitlin.
The Theosophy of Caitlin
(returning to reality -> Deceptacon - Le Tigre)
2008. East Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I thought for this period of time I was winning you over. Without my medication I drank and let me apartment turn to shit. I'm not sure if I had my medication in me at this time but David Rhodes later stops the machine and says "chris. Okay what are you really like, like what would your apartment be like" and I tell him "incredibly clean" and he tells me "alright. Don't worry it's almost over then you can go back to Manhattan and be a player or whatever"
This was James Hughes
I remember the day when John Blaney was in my body controlling me which was probably Harvey Weinstein at this point but there was some part of my personality and mind left from Harvey scrambling my brain and what they do in the flip out and bezerker thing there was something personal left with remembering when you fucked Kramer and "I wish I could buy back the woman you stole" I remembered something from childhood with my medication and I awoken I started walking around Williamsburg. It was one of those moments that directly connect to Williamsburg and to the years in this thing searching for the way back to reality and my love for you.
I love you Caitlin
I remember when Hughes and I did this in 2008 when I tried to exit this project. I had my medication (required to return to reality) and I wrote Ashley / Michaels name on my pants. I created the girl key pants and having a personal perspective on reality allowed me to find my way through N.Y.C. and back to reality/Domino Sugar turned on after creating 8 days of artwork, I'm told on the other end it was the mayor who asked for an art series. I got these people out of my mind who have some sort of child perspective placed into my mind and speak to me like I'm retarded / there's the thing that makes me seizure and I got this out with the memory of Christie Cummings skirt and love. After I did this they directly acknowledged me. I chose to continue at this time until I was ready to finish this. Hughes guided me through what was to be done next to return to reality.
I love you caitlin.
The Theosophy of Caitlin
(returning to reality -> Deceptacon - Le Tigre)
2008. East Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I thought for this period of time I was winning you over. Without my medication I drank and let me apartment turn to shit. I'm not sure if I had my medication in me at this time but David Rhodes later stops the machine and says "chris. Okay what are you really like, like what would your apartment be like" and I tell him "incredibly clean" and he tells me "alright. Don't worry it's almost over then you can go back to Manhattan and be a player or whatever"
This was James Hughes
Saturday, October 1, 2011
#3 Williamsburg , Brooklyn (pleasing artwork for [explicit deleted] to marry Caitlin Rodriguez/promotion of HBO Little Nemo in Williamsburg, Brooklyn)
Caitlin,
people have spoken through my body for years nobody has paid me nobody adjusted the system I live in but you and Hughes. I want this a future where I marry you and I never have to speak to another person again. I can hide in a room in Brooklyn (Hughes can visit me). This fucking nightmare I live in works to prevent my outsides from reflecting my insides that my vanity can represent me as I work through people searching for reality. Harvey Weinstein under the title of John Blaney had me believe that I looked appealing when I looked in the mirror. I hate all of the people who speak through me I want all of these people to go away to stop speaking to me. I don't miss people I stole a hat and wrote street fighter on this symbolic of my journey to Fairfield (which only matters at this point for adderall) I found the death of Ryan Wilson and found the symbol of my hatrid of the concept of friends. Weakness does not assist me on my way to you these people fetish girls attempt to control my body I want these people to go away I will not have conversations with people women who speak to me through the air about weather I smoke or not I will not bond with fetish women over our fetish who speak to me through the air I do not want friends I do not believe in humanity after something as horrible as the years in this living hell I have no interest in speaking to anyone other than you and James Hughes I focus on my engadgement ring to block out whoever attempts to speak to me who is not you or Hughes. I don't need others unless I need adderall I need to create I need these people to stop speaking to me I don't want their advice on artistic ideas or fetishes (Hughes keeps the option of women open. Barcade exposure of what has been done to me).
Iloveu
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
I will play Fevers and Mirrors on repeat because I want all of these people who speak into my body to go away i want all of these people to leave me the fuck alone I no longer want to cry in front of any of these people I do not want them to know me I do not want to speak about anyone from the past or live on the streets as people speak through my body with whoever runs this thing to refuse to give me back my social security card. Return me to society. I wantthis to have never happened. I hate the people who speak through my body.
Oct 1st everybody has to move out of Mollusk. This is my Williamsburg , Brooklyn childhood home outside live with animals. I consider this my rebirth into Brooklyn after my suicide attempt in Hells Kitchen. The period of time that I lived in 635 Bushwick Avenue I consider apart of living outside Mollusk and my growth into being a graffiti/street artist in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. My home during the period of time that I have been in this hostage crisis has been outside of Mollusk the days with the graffiti art the creation of my second childhood of purity nights as I became addicted to the homeless empty as I spoke to you through the graffiti art through the lie of this nightmare that refuses to pay me that causes my body to go into seizures in the nights of being trapped in this hell which forces Harvey Weinsteins name to be associated to me (who I will sue for any association to my harm. This man has become a second Pete Mastronardi for me, demanding to associate to my artwork. He attempted to steal your $. HarveyWeinstein placed a thing in my eye to cause erasure when iwas in Fqirfield when my mind reached the point of intellect when I was finally given my medication I awoken to realize that nobody had told you about the shell system Harvey Weinstein had fucked me and the reason that any of the cash exists is to make you the richest women in the world. I found purity fromHughes and i's project which had gotten off track any day that I wrote Harvey Weinsteins name on my body. James gave me a gift in the creaion of my Williamsburg, Brooklyn homelessness I have become one with the graffiti art in nights were I cannot proove that I was speaking to you I spoke to paintings outside live with animals I became one with the graffiti artwork. In speaking to the sky in living with Caitlin cat and the other cats outside live with animals I found true happiness in homelessness in the purity of having a portion of Williamsburg anext the factory that Hughes and I and you have dreamed of as Little Nemo I found beauty under the tree I slept where I hung the shoes ofJames Agerholm (Everything in it's Right Place plays inside Modca. I recall Harvey Weinstein shitting on me when I cried when I was in Fairfield an I told Marcella that I was going to marry you and Harvey Weinstein told me he was fucking me over. I knew in this moment that is currently happening that I am forever Harvey Weinsteins enemy)
life with animals represents a form of home and my entrance into Willialsburg, Brooklyn.
I will light three candles tonight in the dream of Hughes and you and I having a television station in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I have recreated the purity of my childhood the beauty of the nights of seeing the hipster king symbol on the doorway anext the Mollusk sign which in 2008 was afront the factory when Julie Gianni was invented via Paris Hilton speaking into me when they claimed on the other end that there would be an end to this. Through this hell that I live in I realize in this awful fucking nightmare where they refuse to pay me and illegally force me through having others speak through my body I walk the streets of Williamsburg looking and becoming one with the graffiti art this has become my music videos in the he'll that I live in which has caused me to come to the conclusion that whenever I reach the other side and become ....[name] I will sue Harvey Weinstein. Who shit on Arun who came into my mind and has caused the greatest insults. I know on this night on the beauty of the experiences that I have experienced that I am now from Williamsburg, Brooklyn that the horror of what this thing has done to me has been made pure with living at Mollusk. They will tear down the beauty or what is our Williamsburg, Brooklyn but by finding the beauty of Williamsburg and by living at Mollusk and forever holding Williamsburg, Brooklyn as my home.
I will never associate to Harvey Weinstein I will sue this man if he attempts to use my image I will never accept any cash from this man. He has erased my memory and attacked me in every way possible.
I don't know who's currently speaking to me.
Or what moment they're attempting to have.
I only care what you think.
-Little Nemo
(christopher)
I light 3 candles as symbols of what we represent in Williamsburg in saving the factories the beauty of graffiti art I will become republican to get Williamsburg arts district status.
Idoteque plays I remember when Hughes got Harvey Weinatein out of my mind with the memory of Arun and I heard the things he says into my mind the insult of his fascination and refusal to leave me alone when I gained the ability to feel he overtook his place inside of me. Harvey Weinstein is my life enemy. This is really happening.
I will always choose good over evil.
X 11211.
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/1/2011
Caitlin black heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 339/8 James Hughes Days
people have spoken through my body for years nobody has paid me nobody adjusted the system I live in but you and Hughes. I want this a future where I marry you and I never have to speak to another person again. I can hide in a room in Brooklyn (Hughes can visit me). This fucking nightmare I live in works to prevent my outsides from reflecting my insides that my vanity can represent me as I work through people searching for reality. Harvey Weinstein under the title of John Blaney had me believe that I looked appealing when I looked in the mirror. I hate all of the people who speak through me I want all of these people to go away to stop speaking to me. I don't miss people I stole a hat and wrote street fighter on this symbolic of my journey to Fairfield (which only matters at this point for adderall) I found the death of Ryan Wilson and found the symbol of my hatrid of the concept of friends. Weakness does not assist me on my way to you these people fetish girls attempt to control my body I want these people to go away I will not have conversations with people women who speak to me through the air about weather I smoke or not I will not bond with fetish women over our fetish who speak to me through the air I do not want friends I do not believe in humanity after something as horrible as the years in this living hell I have no interest in speaking to anyone other than you and James Hughes I focus on my engadgement ring to block out whoever attempts to speak to me who is not you or Hughes. I don't need others unless I need adderall I need to create I need these people to stop speaking to me I don't want their advice on artistic ideas or fetishes (Hughes keeps the option of women open. Barcade exposure of what has been done to me).
Iloveu
-Little Nemo
(Christopher)
I will play Fevers and Mirrors on repeat because I want all of these people who speak into my body to go away i want all of these people to leave me the fuck alone I no longer want to cry in front of any of these people I do not want them to know me I do not want to speak about anyone from the past or live on the streets as people speak through my body with whoever runs this thing to refuse to give me back my social security card. Return me to society. I wantthis to have never happened. I hate the people who speak through my body.
Oct 1st everybody has to move out of Mollusk. This is my Williamsburg , Brooklyn childhood home outside live with animals. I consider this my rebirth into Brooklyn after my suicide attempt in Hells Kitchen. The period of time that I lived in 635 Bushwick Avenue I consider apart of living outside Mollusk and my growth into being a graffiti/street artist in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. My home during the period of time that I have been in this hostage crisis has been outside of Mollusk the days with the graffiti art the creation of my second childhood of purity nights as I became addicted to the homeless empty as I spoke to you through the graffiti art through the lie of this nightmare that refuses to pay me that causes my body to go into seizures in the nights of being trapped in this hell which forces Harvey Weinsteins name to be associated to me (who I will sue for any association to my harm. This man has become a second Pete Mastronardi for me, demanding to associate to my artwork. He attempted to steal your $. HarveyWeinstein placed a thing in my eye to cause erasure when iwas in Fqirfield when my mind reached the point of intellect when I was finally given my medication I awoken to realize that nobody had told you about the shell system Harvey Weinstein had fucked me and the reason that any of the cash exists is to make you the richest women in the world. I found purity fromHughes and i's project which had gotten off track any day that I wrote Harvey Weinsteins name on my body. James gave me a gift in the creaion of my Williamsburg, Brooklyn homelessness I have become one with the graffiti art in nights were I cannot proove that I was speaking to you I spoke to paintings outside live with animals I became one with the graffiti artwork. In speaking to the sky in living with Caitlin cat and the other cats outside live with animals I found true happiness in homelessness in the purity of having a portion of Williamsburg anext the factory that Hughes and I and you have dreamed of as Little Nemo I found beauty under the tree I slept where I hung the shoes ofJames Agerholm (Everything in it's Right Place plays inside Modca. I recall Harvey Weinstein shitting on me when I cried when I was in Fairfield an I told Marcella that I was going to marry you and Harvey Weinstein told me he was fucking me over. I knew in this moment that is currently happening that I am forever Harvey Weinsteins enemy)
life with animals represents a form of home and my entrance into Willialsburg, Brooklyn.
I will light three candles tonight in the dream of Hughes and you and I having a television station in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I have recreated the purity of my childhood the beauty of the nights of seeing the hipster king symbol on the doorway anext the Mollusk sign which in 2008 was afront the factory when Julie Gianni was invented via Paris Hilton speaking into me when they claimed on the other end that there would be an end to this. Through this hell that I live in I realize in this awful fucking nightmare where they refuse to pay me and illegally force me through having others speak through my body I walk the streets of Williamsburg looking and becoming one with the graffiti art this has become my music videos in the he'll that I live in which has caused me to come to the conclusion that whenever I reach the other side and become ....[name] I will sue Harvey Weinstein. Who shit on Arun who came into my mind and has caused the greatest insults. I know on this night on the beauty of the experiences that I have experienced that I am now from Williamsburg, Brooklyn that the horror of what this thing has done to me has been made pure with living at Mollusk. They will tear down the beauty or what is our Williamsburg, Brooklyn but by finding the beauty of Williamsburg and by living at Mollusk and forever holding Williamsburg, Brooklyn as my home.
I will never associate to Harvey Weinstein I will sue this man if he attempts to use my image I will never accept any cash from this man. He has erased my memory and attacked me in every way possible.
I don't know who's currently speaking to me.
Or what moment they're attempting to have.
I only care what you think.
-Little Nemo
(christopher)
I light 3 candles as symbols of what we represent in Williamsburg in saving the factories the beauty of graffiti art I will become republican to get Williamsburg arts district status.
Idoteque plays I remember when Hughes got Harvey Weinatein out of my mind with the memory of Arun and I heard the things he says into my mind the insult of his fascination and refusal to leave me alone when I gained the ability to feel he overtook his place inside of me. Harvey Weinstein is my life enemy. This is really happening.
I will always choose good over evil.
X 11211.
A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
10/1/2011
Caitlin black heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 339/8 James Hughes Days
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