My Writings

Nonsensicular Wrintings
This is my newest writing which I will hopefully turn into a book some day. The book will have these writings, probably some kind of story line, and pictures and drawings to go along with it. My idea is to have a book which is a word-art type of thing. You'll see... if I ever finish it. To those who haven't left the cave yet, I must warn you; these writings can be considered to be imbued with madness!

Open Letter to the Eye of the Pyramid
The Rat Race
Wii Win
Nerd's Guide on Using the Bathroom
word fun
my pet peeves

Random Thoughts

I'm dismantling language and reforming it, thus evolving.

Every word is a color. Paint a picture in words.

Science says that the universe is governed by certain laws but it denies the lawmaker.

When I discover things, am I just remembering them?

We all make up our own realities. So I'm through having these NWO bastards try to control things. They're out of my reality now. Everyone do this and they vanish.

No matter how synchronistic a moment may really be, even if you are reaching for one, why not? What's wrong with trying to find meaning in even seemlingly arbitrary things? Maybe this chaos is actually order.

I don't really think I'm conscious anymore. I'm subconscious.

I think that adding new language in written or spoken form puts it out there in the noosphere. The new idea and/or morphed language goes from the imagination to something that can be shared with others.

The more aware you are in a dream, the more likely you'll be able to interact with other beings in the non-physical realm and likely the physical as well, depending on the person.

When one meditates on an object in front of one's self without blinking so as to not move one's eyes, his or her peripheral vision widens. If his or her pupils are dilated, more light from the peripheral can enter. There are various ways to dilate the pupils, such as meditation and drugs. Once the vision is at or near 180 degrees, the space in front of one's face becomes a flat surface. That is the wormhole. Enter it.

Glossolalia is an attempt to convey meaning through the abstract.

How do you become lightbody if you're loaded with heavy metals?

Knowledge is two dimensional while wisdom is three dimensional.

If you were to look at your life outside the realm of time you could know the number of breaths you have. So what if the length of time that you live equals the time it takes to breathe those breaths? If you breathe slower you live longer and vice versa.

I don't have common sense, I have uncommon sense.

I don't create things, I remember things that I haven't experienced.

Dogs don't jump through hoops because you ask them to. They do it because it's fun.

My Journals

telepathy
New Thoughts on the Mind - 09-29-04
Derick and Cards - 09-28-04
Silent Communication
03-01-04

Capstone
Omg
Some Lyrics
Superverse
Some Words (dark)

Monday, August 23, 2004
Orwellian Gadgetry for the Young and Old

Tyler's journals

Monday, August 23, 2004
The Environment

Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Planet of Mine
Get A Job

Thursday, April 1, 2004
Hate Yourself

Monday, March 29, 2004
Our Purpose
Human Demands
Laws

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Life
Ouch
I am Man
Try Again
Get A Life
Love Myself
I Hate People
Our Future
Lies
The Chicken

Tyler's songs

Lost Smile
Self-Esteem