active child

caitlin,
These are notes from my London notebook
I name this: Personal data:
Little Nemo
(christopher)
47 metropolitian avenue
Williamsburg, brooklyn
11211

*the symbol of lies/truth and all levels of little nemo stands in the artwork of live with animals/mollusk surf shop.I have spoken to a version of somebody who played you an "entity" of you while you lived down the street. I reached a level of indigoism which featured you as the title "indigo queen" with meditation/getting others out of my eye. This was not you. Whoever was on the other end had a "caitlin rodriguez" follow me throughout my day in williamsburg. The people on the other end invent days/nights. I start the real show. Then sacrifice myself to assure Little Nemo is associated to your name and not Harvey Weinstein.
I created a news paper for domino sugar as a tv station / a film school you tube which never existed.
I summoned people to steal which was not necessary. I woke up everyday @ 5am to program for a tv station that did not exist.  This is the time dr. sam beckett first leaps and awakens as an airplane pilot.
My days start at 5am because I believe James Hughes and I/him can create a tv station in williamsburg, brooklyn out of little nemo. We don't have one of these yet.
Beckett and Al are on it hipster queen. Here's my latest notes from occupy wall street:

I tell whoever is on the other end I want them everyone to go the fuck away "don't say that chris" this person responds when I listened to "it's the end of the world as we know it" walking through the west village with my 2008 iPod. This person tells me to be gentle, that I love people and believes I'm 13. This is the same person that tells me not to say I'll die when I believe in my impurity and my titular team from S.V.A. to be pure. I am impurity I'm made of wall street and the need to be king of williamsburg.
It's the end of the world as we know it:
I saw Gwen Stefani perform this for new years 2000 in Times Square. I film Times Square and explain this in 2008. I still have my HVX I called the artwork I was making silver tiles (ceremonies with energy and symbolism). This is the basis of the church (which is now in 2011 the church of indigoism and creating a tv station in williamsburg, brooklyn. Mostly filled by the people James Hughes likes from all the different channels of Little Nemo. Maybe the concept of believing I had my own television station when I lived in holland hill road in fairfield when I was a child came into this, but I only say this to assure that my artwork affront that home symbolizes you being god over anyone in this. This is your tv station you are my apple in hell).
This is still when the lie of Paris Hiton and this tv show room from "one hit wonder" follows me.
I imagine this world dead, the blood of this nightmare is symbolized by the red of Brandon Flowers Spaceman outfit. Please let me find my fucking medication. I cannot reference Christie Cummings and age 15 any longer the religion of this show is not chaos magick inside my middle school this was not what I was practicing and if I was made of anyone's energy (in my energy vampirism) it was the wall street brokers on e26th street and the school of visual arts.
I created magic to get my friend laid with ancient talismans I ordered on the internet. He was beneath me in hells kitchen, I know this because I heard his phone ring in 2D when I apologized to him in a breakdown he caused. Now I can't fucking find Chris Wielk to physically appear. This is why Hughes is church leader, this is my equal. Hughes will decide what I do with these people and eventually tell me the truth of this hell.
I never attended NYU but probably paid for that in it being the year 2011. The magic nobody beat the NYU calendar, now, the creative world where there's a S.V.A. associated and rooting for our AMORC calendar to beat the other fake school calendar will be very pleased. Another Sarah Ritch globe consumed like Harvey Weinstein being god, creations of time and body as creative over the actual creative mind. The world of sickness without medication to fix add in a tv show/art project based on the medication that fixes this.

I realize in Nirvana in Hell's Kitchen that I'm in hell. I'm forced to reference a girl I dated at 15. I want to forget her name but I'm forced to recall this. I find out this stores owner's is an SVA alumni, this man should be working at my tv station where I funnel in S.V.A. talent so kids from whereever read that I hire only S.V.A. in order for us to beat Tisch. He should not be running a crystal store. Not our alumni.
This will probably get me my suite back as the honorary student who created something to say fuck you to Tisch and the other N.Y.C. film schools. Because I like the jedi way of life. S.V.A.
I wanna go home, take off this uniform and leave the show.


None of this will come to be unless I reach the other end and find whoever runs this project.
This channel should be in domino sugar, I will never forgive the lie of this hell for ruining a perfect vision for the godhood of williamsburg hipsterdom.
James Hughes should be launching his Steve Jobs from the factory one of S.V.A. 09 filmed their film project affront our graffiti art. I can only create truth by reaching the other end.
The memory of James Hughes keeps me alive despite the period of time when others pretended to be him. Everybody wants to be you and him. The woman who used to pretend to be you stopped doing this when I admitted I knew this was a lie but this is the entire point of this being your production that I know this to be a lie. Perhaps I should keep my creative world in order but this world is now blood for me to exit my mind or I'm going to live in a world where I forever speak to the air and create newspapers for things none of us own. The factory does not symbolize I as a child it symbolizes Hughes and I. (despite what somebody said to me on the other end).
Just because the computer on the other end says something about me being a child does not make it so.

There's this new hot girl at occupy wall street who I want to hook up with. The punk Marilyn Manson guy has already got to her and seems to fuck every pinkish girl at occupy. I would have become a gutter punk for that (figuratively). They fuck in a sleeping bag behind where I sleep.
This movement needs a capitalist leader so the people in it don't have to be afraid of the police. This woman yells at me for wearing a N.Y.C. cop uniform that I get from the 86th street comfort station (that is filled with cop uniforms and begs one of us to use this for press photographs). This movement needs a strong voice with $ needs an Al Gore.
I have a necklace to represent marrying you from williamsburg a necklace to represent James Hughes protecting me/guiding me (from junk in williamsburg)and the physical keys to williamsburg, brooklyn this is my symbol reset [what I wear as my base symbols in addition to the peace necklace that assures you know I'm apart of occupy wall street so they recognize me and my yellow glasses]
(I write this so you know this I reset with this after I shower on 86th street which used to be hard in a art project that makes it difficult to move without focus medication).
In the morning I come to the conclusion that all that matters is fashion, the punk guy might be truly punk but  I dye my hair as a film tribute at least I know I'm near people now who look like they're from the film "Times Square" which I haven't' seen but am sure represents a C.B.G.B.s punk genre.
I need to find where we're marching and panhandle in order to get to the next level.

I love you.

-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/30/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 401/8 james hughes days

look under a bench on the mta. the channel of caitlin's history is there.
Like christ, you want a god you can fuck. 

"overboard"

caitlin,
Time out, for upper west side kids. I hold a disdain for celebrities. I want to be a copote amongst these people but meet them to shit on them, occupy wall street + little nemoon hob is the perfect format to be reborn into indie cinema with the gear in/of williamsburg, brooklyn in the *something I could't read* of this. Bloomberg beware zuccatti park is everywhere is new my phrase to myself. @ night on 86th street I wake up and scattered blankets this is manhattan fight club without yet a leader in spokesman (this will be hughes) a leader is required. The worlds our occupy flyer. This woman has this OWS apparel every time I see this I feel such a fucking happiness that I found my people while quantum leaping from 2006. Maria had let me in, she understands what after 2006 is on my eye (or one day will) somebody currently owns this, controls this until I let enough of me into this body/storyline. Be Merteuil when I return bennedict bitch of pratt, I need a replacement for Anna. I keep watching "every me, every you" throughout the years of this, I need to be returned to my class status. I should not be walking in the rain of the upper west side. In my many years lost in time in your muse title of "your lover's an actress" a vejeta mentality is created/was created from the understanding of time. This is in a world where you marry Conor Oberest and Harvey Weinstein has a daily show where he talks to me about my $ from Little Nemo (he assumes I'm the stupidest homeless kid before doing this, programs my mind and later shits on my medication). I will make your friends CEOs in Williamsburg, Brooklyn; this is my symbol my vice magazine cover or american apparel placement into the cult of personality. This is my place in Brooklyn because they look good on Facebook and are your friends. Because they didn't shit on my medication in hell's kitchen and refuse to come to me. This is why I chose James Hughes as our leader.
I don't miss the people from my dorm room I miss my dorm room. There should be photographs of me like in:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVFLGx8o7XM&feature=related

I am not really homeless I am this creation of these people I call the foresters, this fake graffiti artist.
I was forced to sleep again today, slept for 14 hours some portion of sleep the level of sleep that body sleeps. James Hughes sent me a dream about FHS being flooded and I therefore loose my iPods, or I presume it's James Hughes. I'm decently sure that there's people on the other end who believe this show exists when I sleep, the world of Little Nemo is sleep. This is the opposite of what this is, I should be writing the dreams and having them send me the dreams. I need to study how to program your mind when you sleep that's what Little Nemo is, I'm behind I'm still on symbols of chaos magick, connecting your world as art and the instinct of meditation getting them out of my body. There were original instructs that are given back to me when I reach a certain level this and when I started to kick people out of my body on 14th street James Hughes the next day teaches me how to get them out of my body, a first level way to get past doubt and the people who want my world to be a permanent world that they've created.
I then sacrifice myself for Little Nemo to be known in your name and stay with the music that's related to you as the way to get them out, this is not the way. There are many ways, also Harvey Weinstein invents this secret fear that if I tell the others on the other end then they'll stop me/they know what I know and more. My respect goes to the people who have been involved in this from the beginning I don't understand how lower level people became involved in a conspiracy.

My inspiration is in the drug fueled sleepless music videos of placebo. In killing the baby in me, I never believed myself to be a child, considered my life starts as kurt cobain at the age his life started or ended. At 27.
Forever 27: everyone is fucking me.
All that matters is caitlin rodriguez.
I chose you and Hughes, everyone else is expendable.
The only person I love is you.

I had this revelation at 27 and there's a certain psychological art function of creating these notebooks that I leave around with purposely different material like the notes Keruac left for "on the road" but I'm sure without my medication I won't be able to write again, at least not at the psychological level that I write with my medication. I write anything I see without my medication to let you know that I did something worth seeing, a man with a cat was at occupy wall street, I write about hydro being an excellent media man for occupy wall street, I write about these things.
I need to find a world where I can become an insomniac, there is nothing I hate more in this world than sleep.
I find a road sign in my notes of the good agent dale cooper being trapped inside the black lodge.
This is something like my personality being trapped inside my body and the years of shells.
I've realized in my days in this that the only thing I've ever cared about is fashion, being a model that deep down I hate ugly people. Everytime I look at my complexion I wish they killed me, to look like somebody who's been to riker's island I wish they would fucking kill my body than do this to me. I have never counted a day in my life without my medication to let me be trapped in this shit is beyond the belief in anything humane. If I wasn't a capitalist I'd become a terrorist. I knew this would happen. I knew in 2008 when I ran out of my medication that they'd create a world of a soft/scared/child.
I sat there and wrote to Paris Hilton I created a worthless world of lie. Days, years taken from me for no reason for a human I don't count as me. I would have organized this project to kill the participant if he runs out of his medication. I need to exit my mind, I wear a ying yang talisman from junk in williamsburg as a symbol of James Hughes. I wear keys from "caitlin rodriguez as faile/sarah ritch playing your favorite graffiti artist" as my symbol of my dream of living in williamsburg, brooklyn.
I wear a necklace from made in williamsburg as a symbol of my dream of marrying you.
This should have my medication inside if it would fit.
I wear a peace symbol represent zuccatti park before the mayor attacked this.

I want to return to life now.

I love you.

-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/29/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 400/8 james hughes days 

in 98 we all rotate. I love caitlin rodriguez. There is no other form of love in humanity.

This is an edition to a notebook I named cricket (brooklyn = fashion) 

I am kept in illness forced to seizure with no senses I can only restore them with my medication. I am Luke skywalker of S.V.A. trapped in a darth vadar suit I have to take over everything not just my eye but the entirety of my body. On the Fairfield Beach I have to restore my place in my body. On the Fairfield Beach I have to restore my place in my body. I've never been the suicidal type I'll have to find the medication instead. 

Caitlin in the east village I realize that the people on the other end don't give a fuck that I couldn't feel for years. They want to pretend that there's art in what's happened to me. I'm in a project that allowed girls from my childhood access to my mind and body because I masturbated to them. 

These people think they're apart of my world/my art or that their commands can be apart of this. 

I go through this notebook and see the notes of the titles I have yet to go through and write onto the internet so you read this. About the dream of marrying you and the need to find my way back to reality. These are titles I'll explain again months of my life that lead to years as this creature. Days as caitlin rodriguez husband with a body that doesn't count. That's forced to sleep an absurd amount of time, unwillingly and create art that's meaningless and only matters if it creates a new york art legend. 

This will exist in the trash of drifting new york city. 

I love you. Not others of humanity. Not that I ever gave a fuck about any other memory but you. 

-Little Nemo 

(christopher) 

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production 

Little Nemo on HBO 

11/27/2011 

black caitlin heart 

the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 398/8 james hughes day 

part 2 "in 98 we all rotate"

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I mention I'm Jesus Christ Art Star at my graduation. I call James Hughes. But he tells me it doesn't end with him. David Rhodes tells me it doesn't end with him. In the subway the other day I attempted to get back abilities on thanksgiving but a cop appeared. This meditation requires drooling and this childishness, using skills I know for a fact to use knowing how many layers exist that are not me. I would like to hear and feel. I don't have enough medication to get the other side and have to return to panhandling.
It should be domino sugar that we have our apple computers tv station named little nemo from. The technology that will come to exist is the exact technology from Aerosmith - Amazing, this is the future of media and what I'm signed up for in this thing, you have to find a kid from the School of Visual Arts who truly fucking hates poverty in order to create something like this and likely join the illumanti.
I also left the note to myself to daily tell the people on the other end I want out to come and get me.
I need them to come and get me, they were next door to me in hell's kitchen.
This is really important: to note for you and if I get amnesia again:
In Aerosmith Amazing the diagrams you see between the sequences of the main actor with Alicia Silverstone and him in VR are symbols in the human mind. This exists and I need to know this because I require this for programming myself back to reality.
The keys to exiting Little Nemo are in art.
I'm really fucking far in the beginning caitlin, there's a system set up but I had to make this note because it's key. AMORC taught me about this, these people know everything about the human mind but this project let my wallet get stolen. I'm more apart of lucid dream at this point than the illumanti.
I just need the medication I keep telling myself this as caitlin rodriguez husband.
If you're in a thing and you're forced to seizure wouldn't your conclusion be to get the thing that makes it so you don't seizure let alone is the basis of the thing you're in? I'm reminded of Tommy I'm in that scene where he's wandering around his mind, following a pinball in his mind this like the newspaper where I'm wandering around the city programming @ 5am a tv station in Domino Sugar that doesn't exist. I'm on a deadline, I'm told the mayor is donating cash to SVA to 11 other art schools.
(when I run out of my medication I live in limbo in the days of little nemo that don't count in the upper east side bathtub <- that's the days that count)
sonic cannot play sonic the hedgehog when he's sitting there tapping his foot.
I'm told in this period of time that the art school 11 exist and that S.V.A. and ten other schools are given $ every time I create a newspaper from Michael Bloomberg.
I'm sleeping at mollusk during this period of time. I'm tad there's a tv show several newspapers worth of people are created to create a tv show daily, there's a group of people who must be written into this paper in order for me to steal to eat. There's a false NYU psych that I summon daily, psychology, I'm deep in this project in the worlds of lies that are created for me, it works like the film "inceptions" in levels of psychological creative hell or dante's inferno. Layers. It creates shells of people until I destroy the shells.

Harvey Weinstein is paid tribute to as God during this period of time. (I despise this man as Kurt Cobain would have despised the man who murdered him). I'm told during this period of time that you're this queen of a series of films, filmed in williamsburg, brooklyn and fairfield, connecticut. That you're Molly Ringwald. I kiss Harvey Weinstein's ass during this period of time because I'm told you are gaining connections, you gain access to celebutante manhattan and connections from Michael Bloomberg (our enemy) for us to create a tv station in williamsburg, brooklyn. None of this was true, in my world my enemy will always be my enemy, a demon cannot pray to an angel that sort of thing.
I was told in this time David Bowie was summoned for you to be on television with.
This means the Arcade Fire, this means Judson Memorial Church and when David Bowie and Lou Reed see this concert. This band means me, my Manhattan hipster class status. I keep saying David Bowie and this line Anna said in to me in 2005 about him but this means I'm in trauma that I need clothing and fashion. I'm told in this period of time that the Republican National Convention is keeping me hostage and only Michael Bloomberg will be able to save me, thus this is the reason that he left the republican party for his third term as mayor. He makes me into a child for me to believe this and manipulates me into promoting his presidential term on mattresses and across from places that represent hipsterdom and my class status like Webster Hall, which Kerri's father owns who I was told I spoke to in Bushwick about owning the Pfizer refinery as my reward for surviving this torment and graduating the School of Visual Arts. I'm going to make a club @ this factory I'm going to create the hacienda with James Hughes. He is my equal and you are the trophy wife I marry, then I get lost in hell where Christie Cummings is on the train and enters my nintendo wii world and replaces you as owner of the channel. This might be why this person thinks she's apart of this project or has equality with the foresters but I wasn't on my medication, years do not count to me in the symbology of reality nor the events she experienced that made her personality apart of manhattan.
She will bring me the medication physically and break the truman show or will never receive any of my $.
I am the living dead, I will not have her place her days over my living death. I cannot return to 2007 but can fix the mistakes that created a world of "hill valley". Where Harvey Weinstein is god of my mind, where I live in a psychological ghetto where he has me only look at black people to psychologically weaken me as the character of nicole richie. The system James Hughes created through my mind is being fixed, Michael Bloomberg was Cousin Kevin but the point is I need to dress like Cousin Kevin.

If you're wondering, this is what makes me happy today:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yvEYKRF5IA&NR=1

I've based my life on Julian Casablancas, so whoever made it so the system I'm in could rig me so I can look like I do now I much love. I've named this person Pearl Forrestor.
Sometimes I have this flirtation with this women that pearl forester flirts with Mike T. Nelson.

During the period of time Michael Bloomberg has gratitude emotion in the deli associated to the deli store owners for me to appreciate these people every time I'm forced to steal food to survive. Whoever helps me on the other end will help me to watergate Michael Bloomberg, there will be New York Times Best Seller novels about this. There are strange worlds to my world all I had to do was start promoting the assignation of Michael Bloomberg to get him to leave this project. Artist hates the mayor who claims the republican party is holding the artist hostage. Artist knows this to be a lie and plans on promoting watergate and gunshot to the mayor. The artist is told the mayor claims the word republican/upper class/wealth means him. The mayor claims to the inspiration of the artist.
This is another problem of people on the other end claiming time in art can overwrite reality of self/medication and shells.

The mayor overtakes the artists mind the $ is not from the mayor, artist no longer likes the mayor.
On death threat from whoever you claimed to be Live Astro from whoever claimed to be you in Grand Street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn).

Another notebook to type up. BRB.
GA tonight.
Need my medication to promote occupy. Revolution needs a secret leader in a way james hughes will hack the hell i'm in.

i love you.

-little nemo
(christopher)

*i'm named this because you called me christopher.
You did not call me gavin zodiac which I wrote down for years.
This was a psychological title James Hughes explored in 2008 in williamsburg.
For what's been done to me, I cannot have a title that means I'm ziggy stardust and do cocaine.
I am not in this project for the lacking emotional depth that I wrote down on the "nemo paper" that programmed a newspaper for a tv station that never existed.

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
ITs Not TV its HBO
(adam's father was an hbo. I never spoke to this person but was told this one times in hell's kitchen. I don't know who pretended to be this person. But this represents my psychological need to create you a tv station to assure you have all the $ from my hell).
11/27/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 398/8
james hughes days

continuing from the prior notebook in 98 we all rotate

caitlin,
I looked at a picture of you and your friends and realized what this thing is or the reason it would create a world where I wouldn't keep this constant demand to marry you. It creates worlds as I leap, the world of occupy the continuation of mollusk. These are good things ways that my creative world will make something but only because of James Hughes. I am very distant from reality but will create a tv station with you and your friends. Because they look great and I live for you, this is something they'd have on a motherfucker party or misshapes in 2006 (the splice year of James Hughes). I see lotus flower, a radiohead video where in the apple store I realized on any level it's worth it to keep making artwork endlessly to you, about you, of you, in the psychological longing of my mind as I search for my medication. If I create a new york art legend you'll probably marry me, deep down I'm a little girl with red hair from southport, connecticut who's republican or has republican parents and her only wish in the world is to have her marriage. She's going to have this marriage, she understands deers and the beauty of fairfield connecticut and the three sections, she likes old maps and forgotten ny. Deep down this girl who said she was republican in 1997 is going to marry caitlin rodriguez or destroy the world.

I would have taken over the republican party if the neo conservatives didn't.
Now I will take over occupy wall street with James Hughes.
Somebody is going to stop these mother fuckers from the south, the moral majority. Somebody is going to assure Al Franken has a television station.
People are helping me that I took from Bloomberg. Like followers of christ they follow James Hughes.
Can't be bad if they kept Bloomberg in office 3 terms.
I'm going to watergate that motherfucker. Let me write now before I seizure.

In 98 we all rotate:

I see an attractive fashionable black women w/Gwen Stefani hair Return of Saturn era on Atlantic Avenue. Even in the living limbo of Little Nemo I take note of fashion. This is all I love and the only thing that exists of williamsburg, brooklyn (hipsters. Fashion. I have sunglasses from Barney's now, gives me sunglasses like your friends on the vacation you went. I named them saint simon/compass after hughes and I and the graffiti art I placed on the door with the missing mario flower pot that was supposed to manifest you inside the factory in the year 2008).

The factory should be the tv station.

In this weeks 'L' magazine there's photographs from when we cut the 6th avenue fence on page 6. I'm mentioned in this article as the man who walked up and down cedar yelling "fuck bloomberg"
I love occupy. This causes a hunger for me to youtube search my digital messages to bloomberg thew night he had nyc police attack our base camp in zuccatti park. "don't burn the library until you've read all the books" thousand of books thrown away. An eastern bag truck appears by our park. Citizen kane never liked william randolph hearst.
I love occupy.

I wish I understood the amount of days I'vbe made art so you'll marry me. Please say yes or my amnesia was a waste.

On the 5 I sleep for 20 minutes under an emergency blanket that I write on the front "bloomberg beware zuccatti park is everywhere". I want the MTA cameras to capture this, it's identifying for a ghost to have a moment where a cop awaken me @ penn station asking if I'm zuccatti. I'd yelled mic check before I went to sleep, this is probably how the police identified me. I wish I hooked up with the girl with the disco ball across from my tent, James Hughes reminds me of this.
He also reminds me today to get to the point, that anything I have to steal anything I get I'm in a project where I should be paid billions by now. I'm owed everything I lost in the course of whoever is on the other side recording my eyes/proving whatever point they're trying to prove.
I'm owed.
Also I will make decisions like if christie cummings is to receive any $ from this project.
She should bring me the medication if she's to receive anything. She is not you, to participate in inhumanity and for me to pretend to be ok with this. In a dream Hughes reminds me of art school Jess from the New Residence, I feel happy. I recall the only beautiful thing I've seen in my years in Little Nemo is zuccatti park filled with tents, the beauty of neo hippies flocking to new york city for revolution the children of the upper middle class/middle class like 1968 flocking to new york city hippie girls named Staci to hook up with and pretend I'm in the real world because there's cameras, somebody's watching the sin of what's happened to me made up because I'm Democrat. I'm going to fuck Marilyn Monroe because I'm J.F.K. because I take adderall and I'm a Democrat and will never allow Mitt Romney to be in the white house.
I haven't seen anything beautiful since graduating from S.V.A. listening to "turn into" in the bathroom and dreaming that soon I'd meet you at the end of my hostage crisis they had to let me out.
I had amnesia the part of me I needed I had to meditate to get. All of the esoterics only activates with my medication there are people I have to get out of me.
There are people on the part of my mind that represent greed that I likely need to get out, to gain back my personality who will ask me what the fuck I was doing.
There is nothing beautiful in my world that represents art school, democrats or reality without occupy wall street. I played "turn into" and I dreamed of you on the day I graduated, I thought this thing ended if I didn't kill myself through my thesis year while being tormented that they'd then give me the factories I asked for and we'd have a channel tv station.
brb

amphetamine

for what is a man what has he got if not himself then he has naught to say the things he truly feels and no the words of one who kneels 

james hughes and I will destroy this shit

caitlin,
I refuse to loose or bow before others I don't understand why it's a requirement for me to have an identity crisis. This seems to be one of the plot lines developed on the other end/. I refuse this. Their goal is for there to be no such thing as me. I then have to reconstruct myself. I will not live as a human game.  Where stars make dreams where dreams make stars. On the way to zuccatti park I see this guy with marilyn manson eyes, I say oi but he misses the hello and this bothers me. The impressions claim he knows I tell myself every other day I'm moving to London when this shit is over. Nobody knows I exist or live with occupy wall street. The broadway mcdonalds is dead and awkward tourist nyc without the cards. I feel this great sadness for what this place was. There's nothing beautiful in here now, just mcdonalds public. A man with a cat on his head is on broadway. I speak to cats every time I encounter one. Give up the fight. I used to only see people in strawberry fields in John Lennon murder anniversary. I wear a strawberry fields button which represents the elder new yorkers who help me on the other end people we get from the bloomberg dimension. "Occupy Tulsa stand with occupy nyc" "we're occupying wall street we're never going away" this makes me happy, the unity despite the death of tents after the attack. I still swear watergate on bloomberg. Knitting for ows occupants women from the paper is here today. I will start filming letters to you soon. I hate the flowers in the park, each tree and plant represents the death of our beautiful base. I meet Jade/Requiem @ charlotte's which is closed, we search for others for a direct action on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Shout "occupy wall street" affront the media. Use the media for media attention. We need to use the media for free attention for occupy. From Jahan I learn about "the arrestables" who's goal is to have a symbolic arrest record for our political movements. Jahan is a training attorney to get our people out of arrests. The movement has to come together around owning a tv station for this to last beyond a decade or the F.B.I. will take us out.

In the level of mental space there's absolute control of mental space on the other end, none of this is me. I have to create my own mental space even with the medication there was too much control on the other side. Hughes and me get into the train I'm fucked if I don't get $. Need to panhandle and I keep focus on the angel lucifer on my class status I look at my reflection I'm forced to panhandle somebody is controlling my eyes but they never stole my love of the upper class, JFK is this symbol who took the prototype to adderall and was murdered by the bush family (as was JFK jr).
I need to return to williamsburg with $ and my medication promote the creational idea of a tv station through my eyes and this hell via trying to fuck Natalie Portman I need to get to the other side of this, during this period of time when I tried to get Hughes and I pfizer for a williamsburg tv station on Natalie Portman's set I have someone take a photograph of me eating skittles and smoking a cigarette with her, then somebody places child Mike @ 15 into me. They tell me that Kevin from childhood is on the set, they start mentioning all of this shit from childhood and my book that I have no idea about on the other end, what the fuck they're talking about. I'm supposed to take them over the perceptions they build with the little nemo religion. Somebody manipulates my medication tells me that I become the other me, a connecticut version of me. This hard nothing to do with reality, I'm supposed to get rid of these people with meditation but I never do and whoever the fuck is on the other end creates something on their end that has nothing to do with trying to make a brooklyn tv station out of a new york city economy/religion.
Modern day ->
On rockaway avenue I reflect on the Sarah Ritch globe where Manhattan upper class represent Democratic/Republican. Where Caroline Kennedy is my symbol of this. These are references in my mind
to when the world reflects reality, my true beliefs and economic status. The reason to be illumanti is to destroy the neo conservatives. These notebooks I keep writing these notes in are piling up.
The people on the other end don't want me to have any form of control on my own end, or want me to disagree with Hughes so they can bring back a world where I have to summon people to steal, to eat, to find clothing and everything is associated to defeating a villain. Where I owe everything to someone else.

And if I fuck me I'll fuck me in my own way.

I didn't see this fucking dead kid ryan who never got me my medication in a hospital in bridgeport years ago in this hell while listening to this to associate to bowing before others. I was not raised by Gunnar Agerholm to bow before people. They've made me a fuck up and force me to sleep to invent a world.
I listen to the Arcade Fire. This means class status. The reason I refuse to listen to a cd player despite somebody having stole my iPod. Because Apple means class status.
Because I will die before I let these people on the other end make me apart of the lower class.

I'm pretty sure they want me to endlessly carry the notebooks. Or they want me to bow before the girl I dated when I was 15. I will die before I bow before these people. This will be your $, the $ from this shit.
In childhood I spent every weekend at the Agerholm's this is where I get my Fairfiel roots.
I notice the back of the notebook I didn't label has "in 98 we all rotate" this is a message in art to myself from one of the fragments in my soul. 

I refuse to play this as a game. The people on the other end make it difficult to write directly what I have in the notebook. It takes all day with the seizures and the arguments about christie cummings and their artwork through my body. I have to get whoever the fuck this is to go away.
They argue with me about nothing and attempt to put me to sleep.
The art is segmented by #s. I refuse to play this as a game. Not in my fucking body.

I love you. Nobody else on this earth despite the amount of years I was lied to about speaking to you through my fucking body and the worthless hell I live in. A reality worse than suicide.

-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/16/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 397/8
james hughes days 

when you're young you have ideas and no $ when you're old you have $ and no ideas - how to make it in america (its not tv its hbo)

caitlin,
I am made out of the skyine I see this scene in made in America where they're on the boat and one of the main characters is on a boat affront the skyline for years I have dreamed of a factory that will never be a tv station. When all I needed was my medication to find my way to the other side. I'm with one of our ceos anyone who gets me my medication. I dream I live of our skyline. Of Manhattan. I am made of the island of manhattan, your channel should be at our shore in williamsburg, at the factory that has been the center of my existence since 2008. Just because I dream does not make it real. I love you.
Later in the night I end up @ Goodbye Blue Monday on broadway in east williamsburg. I see one of our occupy wall street signs. This is the way to communicate to me if anybody knew I existed. The band mentions hackers, if art hacking was real in this thing you'd mention this. You'd mention this because I need help to get to the other side. The plague is Harvey Weinstein and I gave the disc to the enemy for a period of time. I am crash overwrite I need help to reach the other side. They play Elton John. You'd mention Elton John if you knew I existed because everything I do in fashion in based on him. I find on the myrtle avenue stop a sin's world hat. I wear this because I have to keep telling myself I'm Lucifer to make sense out of being in this thing which allowed me to spend my $ and destroyed my credit rating.
I watch the video where I throw Dale Carnegie on my roof top in hell's kitchen and I'm manipulated into burning the book Arun gave to me from Easton that I used to place my dream diaries and wrote my religion. Helicopters are in this video, they were for me then not literally but I'm told this. The last time I saw helicopters is when we were attacked by Bloomberg in zuccatti park. I am a living ghost, a new york legend now apart of a revolution. Bloomberg attacked our park. Bloomberg will have a watergate.

And the public don't dwell on my transmission
'Cause it wasn't televised
But it was the turning point
Oh what a lonely night





-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/22/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 393/8 james hughes days 

6th avenue occupy

cailtin,
It's been a long time since I've at all felt apart of humanity. There are several notes that I wrote while walking to Judson Memorial Church, I thought I'd attempt to place this off of memory, I suppose I'll attempt to intermix the two. Otherwise my blog will never express in any way, let alone the sadness that the police attack a peaceful movement for no apparent reason. I'm forced to sleep before films but I covered this already, how somebody had me leave before the police attacked us. My Al, the guardian angel James Hughes who watches over me in my quantum leap of hell. It's a spiritual force of the school of visual arts, this is what I believe Hughes to be the deepest possible friend, the belief of an angel within a man, as I believe in you as my wife beyond dreams and a body where one can possess thoughts, beyond fear and a world where my life has ended. I mention Spalding Grey in my notes an egotistical reference to the fact that he felt nervous, that his journals are published, the he committed suicide in the east river and in my childhood on my father's flat screen I remember his 2 hour rant of a film. I'm supposed to insert ego in the thing I'm in, I don't have a choice. This reference to Spading Grey stays in my auto new york repertoire but seems absurd after the events of seeing occupy wall street invaded. Something beautiful invaded for no apparent reason, there are lies about feces in local venues garbage cans written in the Metro, things that were never done I don't know why these lies are spread. These are the only people who have welcomed me as this lonely creature that I've become these days walking the earth searching for my medicine writing to you arguing with nothing, this strange mason or what have you entrance exam this thing is. I don't want to be a mason I want to be a man but none of this matters for the thing that I'm in, you can't quit you have to reach the end, no choice. We can create a tv station in williamsburg, brooklyn if I ever reach the other side, there's a mass amount of cash I'll be signing over to you. I see Bonnie and Clyde in Time Out New York, the beauty of the comfort station is remembered my love for fashion, the dream that I could look like a man as a creature people speak through. I wish I lived on the runway, with people on the runway, I almost had a job for video fashion in 2008 with my hvx and still live in this moment. Perhaps I can find work as an editor. I can't take the homeless poverty I've been forced into, I don't know why I'm forced into this homeless poverty, I don't want to stay in the depression of a shelter, I'd rather sleep in a tent and represent something. Nobody will come to me no matter how I ask them on the other side, it's not the sort of thing you can quit. You rigged me to question all of this the desperation of searching for the way out is the journey taken off pause, the horror of the reality of what this is. On the walk to Judson last night a brother hands me a water and food, recognizes me, police surround us on our walk, somebody later pounds me fist inside the church which welcomes us to sleep for the night, it's rare anyone recognizes me, it feels nice for somebody to know I'm alive, day and night all I know are echoes of people, distant references to roommates I had who the people on the other end used to play the role of while the friends we had in youth think I'm homeless, I live the sin and shame of my existence. Still refusing to live with my biological father that sometimes is demanded as a class status insult, I see this as another way they shit on Gunnar while he was alive now as he's dead, I'll never forgive this thing for allowing him to die with me trapped in this, but this isn't what they ask right now, it's a small absurd thing, actually incredibly deep but it goes away when I get them out of my eye. Hughes explains this, but it's the insult of inhumanity that I live. I dream of bloomberg's watergate for associating to me and for what he did to occupy wall street. I tell somebody this in the morning of Judson Memorial Church, how there's claims he spoke through me. Perhaps the exposure is not yet. Hughes rigs me something if anything a dream of a girl named Lauren with green hair who's apart of the movement I could will internally to hook up with, it's been a long time since I've had any form of a crush or fantasy. I've been trapped in a nightmare hell, I'd write to you about this. Judson Memorial Church is a symbol of a place I still live as the arcade fire kid, I listen to Neon Bible in this moment and a small cliche version of you exists, telling me small intellect words nothing of the emotional depth of my love for you (i didn't listen to fevers and mirrors which is merited in my world but not at the level of what I needed to represent in that moment of the arcade fire and my belief in the movement to restore me as a man). I still need cash, have to write in the apple store until I panhandle an iPad, get a job in film, find a way to survive as I enter this journey. I create art I live with the hope that you'll marry me, I write notes of events that happened that you'll never know about like the hbo Bill Mahr promotions I made for the channel I dream of you owning at Domino Sugar named Little Nemo (programming written at penn station of tv shows that never happened but I was promised were filmed, lied to and believed this daily) on these spray painted Bill Mahr posters I found outside Live With Animals on Metropolitan Avenue, moments like this are key to me in my dream of a television station I was told existed. I was told people were inside Domino Sugar for years but nobody was inside this place. I have been placed on a journey of limbo, I hoped somebody might acknowledge me at occupy wall street, but I know you placed me there as a digital ghost. Tuxedo Mask of Easton, CT dreaming of the white lady caitlin rodriguez to marry. As I eat, as I sleep as I smoke I pray to you hoping you're out there somewhere that somebody has told you that I exist that this is happening. So many people played you throughout the years, I hope you know of my existence. I trust nobody who says they're you knowing how many people are on my eye. I pray you've taken all god function.
I pray internally that occupy wall street continues to exist, to eat without stealing to be clothed to have others who believe in a cause to have the beauty of hope and a community. I don't understand why the nypd would break such a thing up. I'd follow them to dc (a man mentions this next to the crush girl lauren) but then Hughes mentions staying. Lauren mentions Brooklyn. I wish I was directly apart of Brooklyn but I'm apart of nothing in limbo dreaming of a party in Williamsburg where somebody knows I exist but there's nothing inside of me. I write cellar door dreaming this will all go away that I could somehow teleport home to my dorm room and music from Donnie Darko, mad world, plays inside the apple store, it leads me to believe somebody in this store knows I exist but even this is a lie something planned by James Hughes where you and him now control this god level of knowing the thoughts of others. The mayor is the reason I have a jail record, I just want to be a man I don't want to be an overlord but I have to tell myself a story about being Brandon Flowers, give myself an ego in the moments of this nightmare to get through. Maybe it waters down the art, perhaps it lowers the emotional depth of something that's happening to me happening to a man, perhaps it misses the emotional point I wish to reach in your heart, I don't know because I'm trapped on my end. I love you.

-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/15/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 386/8 james hughes days

They attack (nypd)

Caitlin,
There is no reason for the nypd to attack us. A peaceful community of zuccatti park attacked for no reason this is the only place i have been able to call home in years in this nightmare, helicopters swarm above. The police brigade stretches to canal street, when I arrive at the park police with billy cubs are hittIng and spraying. A notice is given we are not to return with tents, perhaps Bloomberg threatened Brookfield who seemed to be a friend prior to this. I take notes on a Newsweek with Seinfeld, provided for free by our occupy wall street library which the police are currently attacking. I took the last of my medication, if I was to die I'd cry revolution with my Fellow modern day yippies. I send Bloomberg a personal digital fuck you, using your concept of a digital ghost lost in time. I need another iPad I'm having problems getting into best buy. I need somebody to directly acknowledge this is happening. The occupiers are the only people who give a fuck if I'm alive. I still at this point have to speak to Hughes in the air. I pray he is in my body. Hughes saved me by having me see a film at Chelsea cinemas, Martha, Marcy, I'd look this up but I don't want the blog to reset. I'm deb from empire records everyone on broadway right now is from empire records the nypd is clearing out the lost children attacking our community for no reason, Abbie Hoffman is being created the enemy is the republican mayor Bloomberg. The only hope I see for the world is occupy wall street the only beauty on earth they're attacking. I will follow my people. Bloomberg lives on 79th/broadway a homeless man shouted. I think of the paper machet gun from North 12th street that represents my dream that someone will shoot him. A first response officer yells shame on you to the NYPD he cheers for the fireman and prays the NYPD kids died in 9/11 and feels shame for what he did a decade ago. He earlier complained fellow new Yorkers shit on him, he showed his prescriptions as he protested by the tree of life where nightly meditations happened. I still wear my clothes from the comfort station, I am fed by occupy. This is the only time I am mentally well. My medication costs $300 nobody gives a shit in the thing I'm in. Nobody will come and pay me, I tell the people on the other end I am with occupy. This will change nothing on their end, despite some seeming to believe in a tv station of occupy wall street, or I am hopeful and have Stockholm syndrome. A man with a rat cannot get an inhaler, we're to meet on canal street and 8th. Somebody in a blog asks if I'm adapted to my Williamsburg, Brooklyn homelessness; I did not ask to be a hostage I want my life back, occupy wall street directly gives as hit. Somebody brings up the man who represents Williamsburg community direct economy but this does not help unless I can reach the end of little nemo and create a tv station. Domino sugar will never be little nemo but this should be occupy wall street tv. You're tv station. There are several cameras, my mini dv is not charged. I want my DVD back I want my life back. I guess Hughes guided me. I love you.

A Caitlin Rodriguez production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/14/2011
Black Caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 385/8 James Hughes days

I would have had the speech from v for vendetta and a welcome Matt from the east village by my tent if they didn't do this. V for vendetta means loyalty to you. From a pirated tv station (1985 is Hughes birth year)
I believe my friend is out there. I cried in my tent and prayed to Gunnar Agerholm in this time. There is still beauty, perhaps the nicest parts of hell. NIN quote. I love you.

-little nemo
(Christopher)

Phish - Shafty

Caitlin,
I don't know how I allowed myself to get stuck in the dimension that's hell, literally the lyrics to Phish - shifty. This is supposed to be a pleasant experience logging my experiences and then I end it when I wish to. I got trapped in the dimension where voices torment me and shitty emotions are addicted to me, the hell of what the bleep do we know. A seizure keeps me addicted to this dimension and eventually creates artistic pride off the sweat of the seizure although without my medication the seizure usually makes me go to sleep. I remember thinking 'fuck not these people' when I got stuck with them. This may be the same people as the foresters I don't know but there are different groups of people who are still in this today, I cannot reach them without medication and meditation/music. All of this is a psychological trick, internal tricks that people do to get to the next dimension. In the world I live in I can't hear real music, there's something on my eye that allows sound waves in, references to eras/things that I did. In the beginning of fevers and mirrors it still mentions skittles/tells me I have bitched out for far too long. I have gotten this off my eye before but only with my medication. After a period of time it seems the people on the other end believe that I've forgotten the real human experience, I however haven't forgotten this or the directions that James Hughes gave me outside the U.N. / the reference to exiting this / ending this from hell's kitchen in memory that you gave me.
The only chance I currently have in this is because I live at occupy wall street. I commented on the pride of having the Fulton Street stop in a note to myself. I didn't go to automatic sleep because my mind paused recognizes the subway as a place for working and zuccatti park as a place for sleep. It's the first time my mind has recognized at it's base having a home, otherwise I wouldn't have heard this command to sleep I simply would have fallen into the baby sleep that has been built for me. Part of the comfort may have been built by the person who claims to be you, I can't tell. At the moment somebody is controlling a portion of my body, I at times believe this to be you although I cannot prove this. Eventually they have to tell you what's happening since I've chosen you as God of this and inheritor of the fortune of my body.
Internally I've found a sense of loyalty to occupy wall street that I haven't felt since S.V.A.
I haven't had a cult of people to be loyal to since I got kicked out of S.V.A. my thesis year attempting to use this as a 24/7 t.v. show to become your boyfriend (presuming at the end they were going to pay me)
I don't like being controlled for my entries which is happening to a certain extent on the other end.
I don't know to what extent harvey weinstein has to do with this project since I've asked that he be kicked out of this. I decided today to live in a permeant form of you as a religion, I've continued to write in the gita. Expanding upon my theosophy of caitlin. I've decided this to be the most important thing, to pray everywhere I go find a way to cut out the human aspect from the people on the other end, simply live in a form of you. I'm running out of medication as well, I need $.
I'm going to create artwork regardless of how little of myself exists within myself.
The only way to prove that I exist, the only way to harness the energy of Zuccatti Park. I believe to a certain extent that Harvey Weinstein wants me to stop making the art, the anger I feel for this in this moment being forced to associate to a thought cap on the other end. I'd rather create shit artwork than stop making artwork because somebody controls me on the other end. We have to harness the energy of occupy wall street into a television station before the F.B.I. appears to take us out in the same way Richard Nixon attacked John Lennon for deportation when he was going to get him out of office. It's my belief in this sort of conspiracy reality that led me to pretend to be republican when this started in hell's kitchen when I believed Guilanni found out I was a false republican and planned on taking the $ from the republican party after attacking them from the inside. Homeland security will attack us if we don't create this movement into a television station, for nugget for something. They'll feed us bad acid like the hippies in the 70s to destroy us, the sort of dirty republican tricks that exist when a movement like the yippies exists. I find as my mind grows with the medication I grow loyalty to the occupy wall street movement. Somebody is attempting to control me at this moment but I refuse to allow this to prevent me from writing to you.
In 2008 a false art war is created between fairfield, connecticut and williamsburg, brooklyn that claims to be chaos magic. This I'm told goes on in the world when I go off my medication and I ignore that this is happening. This is some form of plot line but I find this to have ruined my life to pit my loves against each other. At one point I'm told pete mastronardi is involved in an astral war and I'm told not to go for ultimate lust with jeanette romenello psychologically in my apartment in brooklyn. I don't know what the fuck they're talking about but this is all apart of the game. After I come back from Connecticut I'm told Williamsburg was emptied out for me, all of this is a lie including the story of my biological father attempting to kill me a manipulation of circumstances is frequently what happens on the other side until I control the astral religion and gain back parts of my personality. In Hell's Kitchen whoever exists on the other end keeps telling me if I pick New York I loose Fairfield, Connecticut but I can't hear this. They keep asking me what I want but I mock them and find that they eventually make me psychotic to get an answer. References like this are given by Hughes for me to remember what happened but feels like yesterday when the people on the other end used to blatantly acknowledge me. I'm going to leave best buy I need more medication I love you.

-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/12/2011
black caitlin heart
The School of visual arts church of silver tiles day 383/8 james hughes days

to the foresters/whoever helps me until I get the medication

please come directly to me and give me the medication. It takes far too long for me to find the medication and you know that I need the medication directly as you're on the other side of this. I was trapped for years without the medication and it takes far too long to panhandle for it, I know the truth about everything please help me directly/physically I have survived the most horrific ordeal through prison/torment and the torment of having to steal. You know where I am at all times, please help me.

23

caitlin,
I have decided to replace my golden birthday with the wish to be known for life with the demand to marry you out of Little Nemo. I have no interest in anything else. This is what the # 23 now means.
Formerly this was my golden birthday which would affect the rest of my life, what I would be known for.
I've never believed in 16, 18, 21 none of these birthdays mattered. The golden birthday was the only birthday that mattered.
It means very little to me who is on the other side of the conversations I hold with people through me, it would be to say that my past mattered, that any of these people have anything to do with marrying you. None of these people have to do with becoming your husband, they have created false versions of you. There is a false version who creates a world of smoking fetish and demands to win, the sarah neufeld who was placed in my mind in architecture in helsinki, the symbol of my manipulation in hell's kitchen to go off my medication to become a better friend. I would rather have slit the throat of sarah o'donnahuge than have gone off my medication to become a better friend to others. There's no point, the only time I exist is on my medication. This is the reason I live in New York.
I came here to write about occupy wall street. I hate the homelessness that has been thrown upon me, I should be able to edit my footage, I should be able to create to log this event as a film school student, I should not be logging this through people who log my eyes or however it is they log what I do daily.
I should be there as myself, not as the fucking creature that I have become. I need $ on the train.
I'm almost at the point where I go with the cute girl to the studio, the people on the other end have a tendency to erase what I previously said, that everything must be destroyed wish for me to live in a child world. Through this nightmare I will marry you, I have decided to write everything from the perspective of it being 2006. Overwrite the project of the person who pretends to be you, I trust nothing anybody on the other end says about being you until I physically find you. This is my artwork, but the people on the other end want to control my art, and everything that I write. I shall write as myself, I shall focus on the symbol of the theosophy of you. You are all that matters.
At occupy wall street there is a harmony, a man tells me there's brownies. I hear the organizers speaking to this democratic looking man, there's something to write about now other than the trauma that has been created inside of my mind. I choose Brandon Flowers as my symbol to represent the exit of my mind.
I was with Parker Colt when I invented the word exit art, I went by this gallery when I was ridding of the Nicole Richie character, when these people would tell me they won because I would create the seizure artwork that I'm in now, the moveable sickness artwork of Little Nemo (christopher) but I chose to do this to marry you I just don't have enough medication to put everything together. This is my artwork not the artwork of the people on the other end I don't give a fuck who they are I simply refuse to allow Harvey Weinstein to be rewarded with being apart of the television station in the end, the others who pretend to be your friends I feel are trying to help me, they're people from high society, this is the sort of thing that I'm in. I have chosen James Hughes as my soul guide in all of this. I chant to Matt Johnson as I walk by the occupy wall street exterior, the dream of creating a television station in williamsburg brooklyn. This should have been domino, we should occupy the sugar factory (if they're not going to make this a tv station fuck the people who will invade).
What I say on the street cannot matter, this is somebody who wants to keep me sucked inside of my mind who claims to be you. I'm spreading the art slowly at occupy wall street.
I miss my dvx 100b. I love you.
I feel the people on the other end now use harvey weinstein's name as a symbol of keeping me inside of my mind. As long as I follow my demand to make everything subservient to you I can succeed at Hughes bringing the artwork together and with me finding people on the other end. I also believe I speak to the character of a smoking fetish woman who is not real. It cannot be this complex when I smoke a cigarette, things cannot be slowed to this level, there cannot be a person who tells me to sleep all the time, the forced sleep of the subway is not real. All of this needs to be expanded on.

I love you.

-Little Nemo
(christopher)

A caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
11/9/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 380/8 james hughes days

Morning in slumberland

Caitlin,
I'm quite content at occupywallstreet and I'm decently sure if I can figure the way to get to the other side we can create a channel in Williamsburg. Been trapped in this nightmare for a long time and I don't have enough medication to get the people off my eye who are causing the soundwaves of things like the cousins. I need to find adderall, the basis of this project is my add medication.
I want to bring back with me to Williamsburg all of occupywastreet, in limbo this is the set of liberal minded souls I was looking for to use the cash to create you a tv station named little nemo. Billions into protecting the new York liberal mind state against fox news. 69 fnord! Fnord! .... Heart

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)

A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
11/4/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 375/8 James Hughes days

Did you know in 2008 I was told i'd gain property of domino sugar/pfizer in Williamsburg, Brooklyn but ran out of medication and had no reconnection to the monican grid until 2009?

Love to all who help me

Little Nemo loves the Princess

I wrote on 8 before this. Please find somebody to give me adderall

Caitlin,
I have written to you for many years after smoking I decided it key to write to you. The people on the other end attack my mentality Harvey Weinstein attacks my mentality and attempts to create a wod where I have to surreneder to him, where I'm a child. At occupywallstreet I see hope for us to create a television station out of me being a hostage/being fucked by the thing that I'm currently in. Everyone at occupywallstreet would be down for creating this, I need the medication to get out of the psychological state of mind I'm placed in. I realized this inside of occupywallstreet. There's a form of unity and rally cry I feel would create a world where unity through this is possible. Harvey Weinstein fuck off I am going to imprson you. I don't have enough medication to get rid of this person at the moment. Jules lives with us, he's from rikers where Harvey Weinstein pretended to be the masons. Everyday Jules sat by me as I was forced to seizure and threatened to be sent to one main if anybody saw this (where I'm placed in an institution where I cannot be released because the thing I'm in has made me homeless and unable to be released. All of my thoughts were just paused. I need the medication so I can reach the end of little nemo. I need to get these people out of my body.
The pain of not having the ability to think or reach deep emotional thought. They force me to stare at the hands I'm forced from inside my mind to agree with them, I'm trying at the same time to find the place in my mind I'm at. Hughes uses Parker colt so I understand the woman appeal I'd be at. Someone from my real life memory of people who exist in reality, before people start speaking through my body all the time. Somebody with a v mask has a yoshi backpack, Hughes sent me a Mario as a lovenote one night. I believe when I wake up there's still a tv snow with mayor Michael bloomberg I'm on. I hope Hughes is fixing the amensia or I will have to do this when I get my mediction. There is no reason to live without this, especially when I know this will get these people out if me. Then I can get you the billions from my body. I love you.

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)

A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
11/4/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 374/8 James Hughes days


we will hire solely SVA

Caitlin let's create a tv station with everyone from occupywallstreet street

Caitlin,
I learn on my walk to occupywallstreet that none of the emotions placed inside me are mine, the cold/the sickness/tired and anything bad in smoking is something placed on my eye. I learn on my way how deep the people on the other end are into my perception. By focusing on where Hughes had me where Harvey Weinstein enters I start to gain back feelings, this must be where depression is or apart of where the scenario that I could be told what to do is. I overwrite the concept of getting a cold from smoking and later write that Carmen mastronardi must beat Pete mastronardi the mayor's office had me on the ground one year when I didn't have my medication fighting Pete mastronardi in the air, at one point they have him as a train conductor some sort of awkward traumatic villian as I make art (this is all digitally imposed through my eye) and of the most insulting possible scenario that somebody could have done to me when the person on the other end says "kid j don't care if you have a problem with this man , man to man I have a show to put on". I do none of this willingly. I awake one/several mornings in a shelter with forced anger/the seizure in me and am told my cousin Adrienne defeated me. I see this person one day and am told Sarah Odonnahuge brought him here. This is after I'm almost arrested for a soda, when set free I'm told to be loyal to women over republicans. I'm also told during this period of time that I must run for president as some "republican" had purchased a 2020 presidential candidate. This is during the time I run out of my medication and cannot reach the higher levels / way out. I am told I'm defeated by my father at one point, they force my lip to fold and later have me give up to him on 14th street, they then cannot get the emotions/limps placed in me out for days. Some of these may be from homelessness itself, this is the most shameful art and form of being a hostage I have ever felt. None of this do I associate to reality / my end if trying to make a tv show out of being a hostage, this is all during the period of time James Hughes is not involved with this project. I have a paused moment when he returns and I create with him the James Hughes enforcer to get out all the hillvalley people. We name one form of keeping only our people fom our church/circle of friends in me Nobody Beats Bayside High. This is during the same era of time I write your name on a pair of jeans to summon you into my mind. I can't prove if it's you I guess at this point I know it was all based on the conceptual church core memory of you; everything I created as a hostage associated to Harvey Weinstein/Michael Bloomberg/Paris Hilton/Nicole Richie represents absolute shame. I do not like any of these people, I ran out of medication and got stuck in Penn station, I made a mistake by making artwork to Paris Hilton willingly. I regret willingly going along with being a hostage in a show that told me I wasn't freed/paid because I wasn't playing psp ff7 where Zach is republcan. This is an era of shame where I'm told to defeat my mother. My father is a character all of these awful shameful concepts that seem to be pushed by bloombergs office under the name of the mayor (with as I'm told him associated) all of this is my living shame of when I ran out of my medication, had reactions that contradict placed into me and was forced to associate to my aunt as a character, I'm not sure if I can express the pain of rikers and being told a prisoner is my cousin, being forced to look at his skin and seizure, threatened daily to go to one main and never released from an institution as I spoke to a false version of you, I didn't have the medication to get the "go down" "forced to live with Pete mastronardi" thing out of me, this is something they place into me that I saw beyond today. With my medication I can get this out. I'm sharing with you fear, shame, the most painful torment I could imagine. I'm given amnesia several times and Harvey Weinstein segments my mind to the lowest fragment. I'm always searching for the medication and to get back to the real project which has nothing to do with any of the people I mentioned above. The actual art religion/project involves keeping psychological memories/feelings in albums accessible via my medication, I created an astral realm on broadway in Brooklyn one day, the thoughts build and I'm told Paris Hilton (who may have been Harvey Weinstein playing Paris Hilton) destroys this, that everything was meant to be simple I'm meant to chill, Hughes instructs me on constructing this, I don't understand when they attack this, erase the mental realm and go to the extent of erasing your name visually from my shoe, the entirety of little nemo is about you, your name is my soul, I don't give a fuck about anybody else; I waited years to find the medication and start the real art, I'm offended in the deepest possible way none of this project has anything to do with these people, with Paris Hilton or Ashley olsen. I ignore these people on my medication and don't understand why the people on the other end wish to prevent me from reaching a psychological level of emotional depth. I come to the early conclusion of my hatrid of Harvey Weinstein in his interference in James Hughes and i's project. At one point I reach the cynical level of tastey moursels, the mayor then takes my psychological perspective from me erases my project/mind mentality and tells me he "purchased my vision" I don't understand what the fuck these people are talking about none of this is the project, yet when I get to the real Little Nemo, the journey and find the medication everyone on the other end is upset/disturbed/incredibly hateful and unwilling to accept that I am not the person they created. I later hear on a higher psychological level whoever claims to be Ashley olsen places in my head, these black thoughts directly into my mind to lower my intellect so these people can control me. I feel this fear as I go back into the thing that's built when I run out of the medication, the awful nightmare, the cover up, this is the reason I hate the people on the other end my forever 27 is that nobody told you of the shell system and at this point that nobody previously told you that I'm a hostage in a relationship with your name engadged for 2 years. I love you caitlin.

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)

A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
11/1/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 372/8 James Hughes Days

Ben @ occupywallstreet

Caitlin,
probably the only way you'll ever read what happened to me is on my blog, maybe if somebody owns one of the art pieces. The people on the other end mock me as I try to get them out of me, it's been a while since I've done this. My iPod almost doesn't charge I have a moment internal I think at this time there's someone else writing the prior part of the sentence (maybe labeled pearl forrestor who keeps logging what I do, has helped and irritated me) I come to the conclusion that I must enact more religious ceremony to you, read more Gita add to my theosophy alongside writing journals to you. I need to get these people out of me enact friends with privledges but need medication. I have to pause if they alter what I write.
I'm decently sure these people want me to be angry. I have a problem when I don't have enough medication or time to get them out (as they won't go on their own). I went to use rattat a symbol of our class status, a symbol that I will buy you a Frank Gehry in the future. A symbol of being from Connecticut, a reminder of what has been taken from me when I went to Greenfield Hills holding ceremony and was at one point unable to get the music, but in a pure moment I cried and saw the beauty of southport beach and remember I should have a frank gehry by now. I remembered being republican (this is literal to these people on the other end) this is a matter of class status that I exist for you; in this time I decided to enact the journey to find the real you, remake all the art, tell you what's happened to me, deliver any cash from this to you (the journey of little nemo). At occupywallstreet there are many photographer I decided to write 203 Caitlin on my fallraven kanken backpack from bird on grand street. A symbol representing everything I do is to serve/represent you (the backpack represents the dream of living in Williamsburg making a tv station, what Hughes and I have dreamed since 2008). Ben is still at occupywallstreet which I feel gives us this beautiful international acclaim. These are people to hire through a station that represents the same concept of creation through mirc/James Hughes spycams (I always go by the spy shop to pay tribute to James. My Al in hell. I did this when I got the medication for the first time this year and found the truth Harvey Weinstein wanted to hide about Hughes and I's project. It seems in Harvey as a producer art somebody expressed I write this for no reason but I'm stating him as my brother/psychological lover and equal in trying to make a Williamsburg, Brooklyn tv station through this project, our project which the mayor's office and Harvey Weinstein tried to hide the truth about. I'm told whoever claims to be you got watergate people to expose bloombergs role in my existence (and to work at little nemo when it's created)
Hughes is my equal as my literal name.
I'm saying the deepest possible thing.
It's a fucked placement to be a hostage.
There's somebody in a new place who sounds friendly or is on a friendly function. I need sleep to die to panhandle more to take some form of control. It's the sort of hell you have to demand freedom.
The same pearl forrestor women may be the person who doesn't want me to worship you as god.
I want control of my body they keep making these fucking emotions through me I need to kick out whoever does that. Need to stop sleeping. Then get out the impressions.
I love you.

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)

A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
11/1/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 372/8 James hughes days

Howard stern

Caitlin,
I used to imagine if I was explaining my behavior on Howard Stern of Paris Hilton as the princess who spoke to me on the other end of this digital he'll where people speak through me then my actions would make sense. This is the gap in time in this project I refer to as hillvalley, where I'm told I'm speaking to Paris Hilton and writing the mayorand Harvey weinsteins name on my arm to rid myself of the police and to an unrewarded loyalty and lie to this man.
This sort of logic doesn't apply with you. You'll have to excuse me I'm in Penn station the train conductor said something about charging my iPod and my focus isn't strong enough to block the alteration to what I write (which is currently I'm being hit with partial seizure, then doubt in future emotional depth) probably by Harvey Weinstein I don't know by who the people on the other end don't use direct names. At one point they must have thought of selling it to Harvey Weinstein since his name is forced through me.
I don't really feel the logic of being on Howard Stern apples in writing about you as the princess. You ARE the princess (before this title was created, before anyone entered my mind: arienette, the muse, the real world representation of this I made in my black berry symbol outside the gdubs in 1401 where this started in secret after I joined AMORC
you're the phone number secretly in the back of my mind I'd never call, Penny Lane of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. This would be the symbol of purity in the way the mind works.
I've spent years in isolation. Nobody gives a fuck when I run out of the medication, I can't reach reality and in the body world they are always trying to write you out, create a fight with your character. The true project involves a man with thoughts, not Harvey Weinstein playing a celebrity playing a prison guard who plays the role of you to body who has no thoughts and cannot move, but this is what Harvey Weinstein did during his involvement. Internally everything was a psychological attack, attempt to kill emotional depth and the real artwork outside the seizure I use for a form of art ceremony that is usually a phantom of the real ceremony and art (where I'm supposed to fix myself when damaged. Little Nemo gains emotional damage and inability to create psychological realms / understand fevers and mirrors esoterically and then must fix himself with meditation he recalls from the original instructions in 2007. Then Hughes instucts me.
I don't see how it's possible to relate these kind of things to the Howard stern show who in church core is a 50 year old version of me. I'd look up his age but don't want them to erase my thoughts. This is done in an absurd amount as Harvey Weinstein does not like the truth of this project hence why you are god and I imagine at this point they have called you.
I don't like there being a cap on what I write and say (creatively) I have to get these people out, it's rare that I can write paragraphs even if these are super empowered body paragraphs. I didn't have the problems when I got the medication for the first time this year. I then had to go on to the real people, Harvey Weinstein didn't like it that this project has very little to do with him or that internally I hate him. Thus he created an absurd first stage over morphing the first step of my project with Hughes. I chose James as my equal I did not/will not associate Harvey Weinstein to I legally, many times he has worked to rig what people say to me to assure everything leads to you giving him the cash from this project. He gave me amnesia at the start of the real project with your name on it.
He doesn't like my natural growth. The people on the other end don't like that my emotions are my own. I chose to make art with your name on it instead of fighting these people and then ran out of medication and entered the bullshit world where they shit on my humanity from a distance.
I just feel it's neccessary to create the artwork with your name on it to honor art, despite what they place into me. Harvey Weinstein has attempted to move around my emotions and somebody claiming to have a conversation with you and holding far too much distant ownership of me wanted to erase and discredit my theosophy of Caitlin. With time and the bullshit artwork of body I have defeated these people and the body concept of Harvey Weinstein as god (of either project nor self I elect him as neither)
I don't see how something like this is relatable to Howard Stern who they used to lie to me about speaking to for a tv channel named Little Nemo which they have lied to me of existing at Domino Sugar.
I threw a black LL Bean backpack over the Domino Sugar refinery the other day (which I'd gotten in Farfield and carried as a symbol of fuck you to everyone on the other side of this project as my journey is to you directly)
this was a symbol of the end of any association to Harvey Weinstein the god of Hillvalley who appeared when James sent me into Manhattan and then attempted to take credit for Hughes work.
It's a symbol of my dream with Hughes, male husband equal through prison and political scandle of making a tv station named Little Nemo in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
In 2008 I climbed the sugar refinery as I was told to choose what I wanted. I may have been Skittles at this time and I barely make it over, I climb to the top of the sugar stack with my dvx100b which I call my Spike Jonze cam (which was named this later) and I smoke a cigarette, a parliament light and listen to the anniversary and think of you at this point I think of myself as the maxx and you as Julie Winters, somebody later at Bushwick tellse you were raped to imply I cast you in a film version of this. I come up with these mass film ideas in 635, start the church nominate James the leader and sing to you. I act 24/7 with this Chris Wielk poise (at this point our channel/club is to be Skittles. And I'm placing packets up incase the mayors watching but that's an example of skittles and the problem when I'm not taking my medication. This isn't the kind of thing that let's you go, this is the kind of thing you have to demand to be let go while gaining control of your mind. This is literally Monican from Aeon Flux with adderall as the communication device).
I run out of $ nobody pays my bills and eventually they find out i'm not the black boy who thinks the mayor paid his electric bill.
I presume if not 24 then definitely at the end of SVA they'll let me go. But this doesn't happen and Peggy or whoever doesn't cause you to appear, simply another era called Skittles Queen as I was lied to. This is the sort of emotional journey that requires one to fight in q cloude strife manner. Whoever is on the other end is not loving andsearches for weakness and refuse to come directly to me. I'm likely to mention some portion of this again as they currently still have me with amensia. Once I get this out it's Little Nemo (Adam James Walker) which I named after your friend they used to pretend I speak to who in the auteur of violette # ended up representing the people who are help me get adderall. I will take control of Ll of this, too many people fucking with me right now.
I'm going to occupywallstreet now to eat and leaveevidence that I exist. Somebody has taught me to do this on the other end who claim to be you or your friends but this is probably not true. I don't know how one relates psychological attacks since June 16 2007 (day of the host) to Howard Stern.

I love u.

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)

A Caitlin rodriguez production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/1/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 372/8James Hughea days

best friends gang is tough

Caitlin,
the people on the other end make it incredibly hard, they place pain over my music, layers of soundwave and have a pattern on my eye that causes me to seizure, a mass amount of my ceremony artwork is made in this mode but this is psychological sickness that I need to get off my eye (and then reach the next level) all of this is based on and done with mind mechanism, esoterics, the basis being fine artists know the secrets of the world (I think of Hughes painting at sva in 2223a. I tried to alter his grid in one touch, this almost gets off track but is always key because I consider him my equal in this project). It is only possible to participate in this indigo project / reach the psychological ego level where I hear them directly / control my body / end project with my medication.
At this point I believe all the versions of you to have been character church core keys with a timeline that developed into a relationship. I have written to you throughout this he'll, I apologize I worry they'll make me seizure which takes alot of work to fix. It's rare that I have the ability to write at this levels as psychologically minute as it is.
There's a mass storyline with you in this world starting in 2009. I wish I had access to further emotional depth to get into this, the entirety of it is based on the concept that you'd marry a man who became a living art gallery for you. I normally have no ability to write, currently only the lowest functions just enough of my medication to avoid the seizures. I have to panhandle for the next medication there are these black orbs on me, whoever is on the other end builds shit emotions / emotional blockage. Harvey Weinstein created a daily tv show in my sickness involving Ashley olsen and my dead friend. I was to pay attention to this 24/7. He also attempted to copy and recreate the levels to the first step (to get it so I can kick people out, then I have to build my ego so I wouldn't allow others in. They break down my thoughts and speak through me mocking phrases when I run out of my medication).
It is not meant to be difficult to kick people out of my body.
They work to keep me in a state of sickness so I waste my medication I have to carefully get all of them out then the communication to the people whocreated this system begins, outward communication, everything that exists with the real people past all the people who are in my eye (harvey Weinstein people) I don't know why these people are involved they exist on the lowest levels. I have to get out all of their perceptions.

Whoever is on the other side doesn't give a shit (for me to be on such a level where they're still in my music is absurd. This is my gift from NYC that they have tried to steal by getting me to make artwork in psychological sickness).
They attempted to create a burn out light over my eye (whoever the hillvalley people are who support Harvey Weinstein - there has to be helpful people in my eye who assist Hughes. Getting these people who prevent thought and emotion at the Fairfield Y somebody claimed to be Metro News).
James Hughes built a happy world for me to keep my mind together (which has grown today) Hughes is on the other side.
There is a focus level to get to the real music, I'm to know this by if the music is in static or clear (where I can get the emotion) I currently do not have enough medication to interact with this.
They erase this information and place the same harmful elements in me / on my eye when I run out of medication (and refuse to help me directly) I will never go with their threats (they speak to me in this illegal hostage manner. Eventually they have to come directly to me and help. I'm at the lowest psychological quota I need this fixed I cannot stay like this. There is no way they can legally allow me into homelessness they have to eventually come to me.
Every emotion is controlled until I gain control. I need more medication to sing to you, this is the ceremony I hold to start my day. A tribute to you as the future mark zuckerberg of Williamsburg, Brooklyn via little nemo. My ceremony is that of the hostage to his god, the women he wishes to marry (my dream in he'll. For years I have written to you for many I have been lied to about speaking to you. I know this, my world is littered with landmarks that represent this lie symbols of worship in my creative world, places to hold art ceremony and create a book to you at higher levels. The point is the symbolic representation of you, it doesn't matter who created what era of story lie on false show or what premise I was lied to. The point is the symbol of you, this is how your art titles interconnect in my world. I reflect on my life before this in the same way. This I had already done in art as a man, now however I am broken down to the base of my existence. This is why when I run out of my medication I label self caitlinrodriguezhusband. If I'm going to be forced to live in psychological sickness with the lie that it's art I will do so with the purpose of representing the basis of my life.
I will grow the theosophy of Caitlin and in the end when freed I will expose everything.
I know I have been lied to. The point of the journey is to fins my way to the other side and then give you all cash from being this hostage, to then purpose, to then create artwork in a mass media great expectations sort of creation. There will likely be no evidence of my years of work unless somebody owns the artwork from occupywallstreet or shows you the footage from my eyes.
This is why I named this a Caitlin rodriguez production. You are to get credit for everything in royalties; you are to own the Williamsburg, Brooklyn tv station Little Nemo. My journey involves using the right emotion/mental function at the right time, it's a sort of literal living cremaster with James Hughes aa my spirit guide and requires adderall for functionality.

I love u

-Little Nemo
(Christopher).

A Caitlin rodriguez production
little nemo on hbo
11/1/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 372/8 James Hughes days

Fuck the forced shy

Caitlin,
I run out of my medication, searching for this i end up living in Penn station. I make the worst most worthless fucking artwork. All of this is done under the premise that everything I create is published with automatic royalties going to organizations. Harvey Weinstein and these people on the other end keep me in Penn station with the lie that I have to stay there new York is safe guardedfrom me like the beatles. This is why I stay in Penn station because I am lied to. I will only associate criminal prosecution to Harvey Weinstein when all of this is over, this is what I've chosen for him.
There are perceptions people place into me, that it's a game, I destroyed go down yesterday. This has to die like Paris hiltons club, the illegality (I will never go and live with Pete mastronardi or any of the people these people tell me to. There is no amount of $ they could give me for this. This destroys their end goL scenario and alters what people write on their computer / forces them to speak to me as a 27 year old New Yorker.
At some point they have to pay me. I met Lionel Richie once outside Penn station after running out of my medication i decided he could teach me to fuck women. They force me to be shy to him. All of this is done with the concept that James Hughes had made me into Williamsburg, Brooklyn's Kurt Cobain, then I start writing Harvey Weinsteins name on my arm and he keeps me in Penn station by telling me I'm famous and I never get to the Williamsburg, Brooklyn coke party. Michael Bloomberg promises me mass property. All of this is a lie none of the cash at the end of this is from either of these people.
I am in a lie. Anna is gone a d I have probably never spoken to you in Penn station. I love you.

-Little Nemo
(Christopher)

A Caitlin rodriguez production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/1/2011
black Caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 372/8 James Hughes Days

your friends will be CEOs