unsociable

i love the fact that these kids from my childhood started going on about some esoteric shit

and then i invented a religion 

and this kid tim thought that he had something to do with it

but in the end he didnt. and im just going to take credit for being the godhead of this entire thing

a whole group of people went and tried to sell me their souls

and i dont believe in it

but im going to sell every bit of it. the series of creativity. 

and they try to shoot all sorts of holograms at me

but based on their own system: 

A.) they sold me their souls 

B.) they opened the gateways of power for a once in a lifetime trade with the souls of C.T. 

C.) I assured to sell these souls to the power gates of New York City. 

D.) I made sure there was no way to go back based on my lifetime of work on the astral plane and studying astrology alongside working with the physical (the emulation of gemstones mixed with a particular time theory) 

E.) I did it within N.Y.C. within buildings that were made for this purpose which you only know if the dead talk to you. 

f.) You can only do this in empty buldings and there is no undoing. It's like what the fuckers in heavens gate thought but u dont kill yourself you do something astral. 

g.) I win. No matter what they do I win in the astral plane. They can try and physically embaress me but I win in the astral. If I can't get onto the astral highway I'll do it the other way. Just to make sure I win. Fuck you kids. 

And lovely lovely I and Paris Hilton in the end get to take all the prizes. And there's nothing they can do. The gateway between this world and C.T. is closed. And all the power given to my city with my immunity alongside Paris Hilton. 

Lastly it's backed by the N.Y.C. masons. 

And there's nothing you can do about it. 

No astral revolution this year. 

Lastly, you were "supposed" to lead some sort of indigo revolution tim and you taught me something to run? And I sold it? Awwww.... 

You only make us more powerful with all the attention you give us. Based off of your own theories. 

And everything we speak of becomes ours. 

a lovely new york city story. And we win. 

And I don't even believe in the astral plane. 

Love, 

Little Nemo