Last night, I had a prophetic (sort-of) dream, in which I – apparently – received Derren Brown’s mobile phone number.
I suppose my relationship with words and meaning changed. I was – unusually, I’d suggest – surrounded by, immersed in, positive ‘subliminal persuasion’.
I begin ‘I Can Bend Minds With My Spoon’ 2.0 with an update on whatever the fuck it is that the Freemasons are up to…
Comrades: I find myself in the midst of an Illuminati plot. Or possibly just perpetrating a postal crime. Unclear.* My current Theory of Everything is I’m a recurring character in a Robert Anton Wilson novel that he’s writing while on a particularly strong acid trip. Timothy Leary is in the kitchen making pancakes, and you … Continue reading Y’ALL HATERS CORNY WITH THAT ILLUMINATI MESS