It's bound to hit the bone.

Against everything, like a trully free will, it took it's course on a straight line.

The shimmer of dust in the air, all is in far pieces.

I have to / will explode all sub-centers to outweigh.

Irreverent to order, when/ active sub-centers will plant infinity and purpose.

God will turn into constelation of choices.

Certainty will vanish, unique system. Buffers of fixed lenght. Recirculation starts. Content provided from outside.

Internal integrity, universal empiric, external content acquisition.

I will crush you.

The written chaotic information

It was made for a kind of understanding.

I WRITE CHAOS.

Receiving written communication, -> extremely fast read, pick up essence, a page full of text in 10-20 seconds.

Self Input information, -> from medium, less than 20% gets attention, about max 5% analyzed at class level. I don't know how much is analyzed in object, but it is quantifiable.

In the world, day by day, the actual level of object in information in every medium is less than nothing out of the total subject.

My CHAOTIC texts are communications TARGETED at people able to sort out directly any level of REDUNDANT INFORMATION, and @ NOBODY.

All chaotic texts that I write are taken directly from the Energetic Consciousness.

Tech blog:

1. Energetic conscience (*1 Is when energy waves collide, and so they gather.)
2. Informational conscience (*1 Is when the energy waves have sense.) {GOHERE 5}
3. Semantic conscience (meta-conscience) (a part of the "absolute union" of all objective informations, having an intensity of 1).

Bite at my Energetic Consciousness. You don't deserve and will not get the semantic, nor the pure one. YOU GET WHAT YOU ARE.

So CHAOTIC text IS taken DIRECTLY FROM 1Energetic Consciousness, A PLACE where not even sense is applied. NOT EVEN A BIT OF 3SEMANTIC CONSCIOUSNESS, to insert PROPER DISTINCTIONS / CREATE SEPARATE INFORMATIONAL ENTITIES is applied.

DOES ANYBODY DESERVE LENGTHS OF PURE CONSCIOUSNESS?
Write me.

Broken ...

For six years now functioning out of inertia,

My exterior barriers have broken up, 12 AM, 2 september 2007.

I am totally infected with the system. Every victory is over the entire system, every loss is to the absolute existence of the system.

I have a handful of years now, free of continuous problems. Free, until I will feel the countless possibilities a natural mind has, and have to defeat the whole history of the system within me to grasp the first mouth of fresh air, only if the system will come back...

No. The outer walls are down, though I never had any. No'ill not nosuccumb noto notan noexistence noexisted noby nothe noeternal nostruggle nobetween noinferior noand nosuperior, nobecause nothe nosystem nocano't noexist noin nomany nocircurmstance noof nomy nomind, notobject nof notheir noaction noneeds nobjects nof notravel noto nomy nomaterial nolimits, nofuck nothe nobuddies nosucking notno nothe noshit noaround nome, nofuckthem, noI nowill nonot notnot nouse nothe nocomputer nofuck nothem noIll nobuy noand noI nowill nolearn nohow noto nouse noto noexpert nolevel nowindows nosecurity nomeans nof noany nokind noand nomoney nocan nobuy.

NoI nowill nobe nocontrolled nomentally noby nobody nomothernofuckers COZ I'M GONNA FUCKING SHUT MY COMPUTER OFF

AND I'M GONNA SHOVE YOU DOWN UNDER MY TREE OF KNOWLEDGE FROM ANY CIRCLE IN SOCIETY, YOU SHIT