oh, and my status has gone down. I forgot to check it for a while. Like any musician will ever actually admit knowing me. I don't get very attached to glory and know that it always just ends with a bunch of pieces of shit that are convinced you should not be entitled to privacy and that nothing done in solitude can have any value, and of course the status obligates them to follow certain protocols with you, and, well, abusing your senses sort of speaks for itself and makes its own point. and it does have an effect, like stabbing a knife through your skull has an effect, and you can be cool with it or not cool with it, but that's the way it is.
and for the facebook episode, actually, something happened in april that had been gradually despiriting me and by the time I even joined facebook there wasn't much left. I don't like facebook anyways though, and can't become attuned with it.

now PowerStream went and ripped the chords out of my physical house so there's no electricity, and so I'm in my parents' house for a while. It's not a big deal, I just find it funny that things with a figurative value happen physically and as if on queue.

I still don't understand why the public is needed though. they become very involved in my life, but they never actually admit knowing me. I can't force anyone to do anything or to listen to anything, but I think it's peculiar for such a thing to happen on such a large scale.

Things in the news are personalized to me, and advertisements become involved in things I do, not in the ways that others talk about like when they research you and advertise to you based on this, but they become involved based on a much higher level of understanding of everything I am doing than that. And then the people just do the same things. Then if I talk to them they’ll pressure me to conform to the society that they verbally say it is and corroborate each other. Then anything I try to do is shunned, and I’m thinking how slim a chance there is that anyone will actually ever buy my art, when they have these protocols. It’s really quite mysterious that things should keep working themselves out in certain ways.

How do you get everyone on the internet to agree not to write anything about a musician for example except at times and of a substance which accords to a single will? But wait, these must be golden times, as they’ve become inspired to collectively will with a single will. They actually have a long-proven tendency to do this though.

It’s funny because I’ve mentioned so many times how no one in the public ever actually admits knowing me, and then I go outside or even slightly expose myself to the public and there they are policing my life and using their relationships with me to tell me what to do or increasing harassments. There wasn’t a unanimous agreement about what I should and should not be allowed to do, and some seemed to think that my present course is acceptable while others felt quite strongly that I need the involvement of the pieces of shit in my life now. It is after all a democracy.

Some in the public harass me more, like when I walk on the street for example. Whatever it is they may be trying to say, they just translate it into harassment. What else, harassing letters from Amazon, psychological torture by Google News. What am I going to do, tell about it to you?