1/31/2026 – We’re in the old basement apartment again and it’s surreal per the usual. Why the hell are we back here? I want to leave but my wife is stuck on us hanging here and she can’t even explain why. It’s not great. I keep telling her it’s basically illegal for us to be here. We have a much nicer place, what the fuck? The whole sitch is pretty anxiety inducing and it’s like she’s not only refusing to leave but putting new add-ons into the joint. What the fuck? To be fair

1/28/2026 – I’m sitting outside in what seems like an old almost Olympic stone style architecture facility. Probably a university. We’re sitting on the sidewalk type area of this courtyard whatever and we’re somehow in a circle. This teacher type woman with auburn hair asks the woman sitting next to me a question and it’s like one of those sitches where I know each person in the circle is going to have to answer the question. She does and gives what I deem an adequate but pre

1/25/2026 – I’m told: “You’re ready to go!” Then: “Fascism.” And finally: “Flame on!” Yep. Everything’s feeling right. I suppose the use of super freaky force had to first be properly justified. Wrong move motherfuckers. Wrong fucking move.   1/26/2026 – In a deep meditative state, I’m implanting a sigil into an energetic cocoon mind. Seems like something I should have done before. Yeah. Def strange that this is my first time doing this. I’m also shown that since the psychede

1/22/2026 - I’m in our old living room in Ohio. The door is shut and I hear some unknown and I’m sure spontaneously created almost Lilith Fair sounding acoustic guitar on top of light dance beat pop tunes. I love this track but also: Wow the state of contemplative nostalgia it inspires. Profound and circular and by circular I mean that it feels like I’m thinking in a circular portal. God, the women who made this cut are all quite old now. It feels like this is a bit further i