Nevermind that bullshit message from PooTube. You can still watch the video by clicking above and/or clicking HERE.
An epic post-punk classic, from my favorite band, Joy Division. Ian Curtis was one of the most amazing lyricists, but sadly, his mental afflictions were too much to bear, & he hung himself at an early age. Gone too soon, but not of this world. Arguably, the sharpest sword to swallow. Enjoy this schizophrenic journey thru a radio tower world in some other dimension. Shoutout to @plazmapunk , & to the remaining members of Joy Division, who went on to form the band New Order. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
I had extra footage that didn’t match the first version, so rather than waste precious digital art clips, I just made another video of the same song. Version 2 below…
I didn’t know about those other things I could’ve been there, but now it’s too late We’re only here for one hour, we won’t know untill it’s gone Try to find the best, I know you
I didn’t know, that you would leave so soon I didn’t try a little harder, to make you smile once more One day I’ll come to find you, wherever you may be If only time was kinder, you would still be here
Oh what a shocker…yet ANOTHER restriction on my art. I’m getting real tired of this God-damned censorship, & so are a lot of other people. Looking right at you Google/Youtube. Stick your biased algorithms up your lubricated asses you flaming fishsticks. Grrrr…SICK OF IT. This is art, not some personal zeitgeist rhetoric. Let artists create…ALL artists…period. Enough is enough is enough of the restrictive pseudo-rules damnit. Yes, it makes yours truly very mad. Nonetheless, enjoy this video. It’s a song called Scarlet Fields from a band called The Horrors. A unique band from a decade or so ago. Click that link if you’re interested in reading more about them. Until next time Fishheads…🎏
As the summer fades away You’ll lead me to the garden Passing the lovers Swooning in the autumn
See yourself Your image in the eyes of someone else See yourself Your fears as they appear to someone else
When the sun sets On dark silhouettes Collapse into dream Collapse into dream Collapse into dream
As summer fades away Laugh at my reflection Passed to a lover Seeking your affection
See yourself Your image in the eyes of someone else See yourself Your fears as they appear to someone else
When the sun sets On dark silhouettes Collapse into dream Collapse into dream Collapse into dream
Though I know You won’t be here for long Though I know You won’t be here for long
Oh for fuck’s sake with this ridiculous censorship. SO FUCKING OVER IT. Gah…when will it end Google, when will it end you rainbow-haired gamma goblin losers? Nonetheless, if you click above, you can still watch my video, just ignore the dumbass disclaimer. This song is from a band called Boy Harsher. They drop some really good beats & the lead singer is a solid lyricist. I have all sorts of gems in my musical lexicon, & there’s much more to come. Stay tuned fam. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Cheers to Piano Matty B & KyleMac…kings of the dueling piano bar. Originally a BenFoldsFive deep-cut song, now being sung by my digital friend KyleMac. He sings it from time to time during their livestreams. Every Friday & Saturday night on Youtube. Come check it out…click this link to sub his Youtube channel: Click HERE to watch Piano Matty B & friends Not only do you get nostalgically epic music on request, but also, he drops morning tech analysis for crypto, specifically Bitcoin. 7AM MST.
Cooking up these AI art projects like my days are numbered, & considering my train wreck of a life, they probably are actually, but I digress. Maybe yours are too. Maybe EVERYONE’S days are numbered, but don’t know it. Anything could happen, at any time, & it usually does. Speaking of time, AI is growing at an exponentially alarming rate, maybe within fractions of seconds now. ALLLLLLLLLL of our data, feeding this juggernaut, all day, every day, all the time. AI is going to change the world. We’re basking in the dawn of its nascent stage, but once dusk comes, buckle up humans. AI is coming. Where will it all lead us to? What’s next?
Thanks for watching/reading. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
I’ve been having a recurring dream for several months now. I keep going to this city, & I know this city, I know the people, but none of this exists in the waking 3d world. It’s a new adventure every night, & in conjunction with hemi-sync, some kind of Pandora’s box in my head has open, allowing the Universe to pour inside. I am transmuting my subconscious imagination via the AI into what you see above. I could’ve never created this manually, although I live it every night. Now I have a visual illustration. Incredible times we’re living in Fishheads. More to come…stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
This one is a gem. Took me almost a week to get the clips the way I wanted them, but the end result turned out to be fantastic. Good times. AI is a tool, in the right hands. While it’s still in its nascent stage of evolution, make the most of it. It’s like a newborn baby, except its parents are everyone who’s online. How will the AI child grow up? Will it become a savior? Or an antichrist? We shall see someday, maybe sooner than we think. Stay tuned Fishheads…more to come. Lyrics & links below. For all of you, & for none of you at all. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Okay, since I haven’t been writing in awhile, I must detail this month-long-plus recurring dream I keep having. Before we start, note that I’ve been doing the Gateway Process during this astral-traveling experience. Click the link to read more, Moving on…I keep going to the same place; it’s some kind of city. I keep getting a sense that I have to travel there, but like in a carless commute. I’m not sure how I get there, but that’s the sense I get. Then when I’m there, there like a room that’s mine. This time I recall a number on the door. It might have been room 908, but I cannot be sure. Maybe Room 0908. I think it’s one of those two. The building changes tho. The rooms do not stay in the same place, & although I seem to think I know where I am going, I always get lost in this city. There’s so many people there, & it’s always busy, as if everyone has somewhere they need to be. This last one, I had this sense that of I kept missing classes, I wouldn’t be able to come back. In this particular version of the dream, it was after 1pm, & I felt like I had missed my Morning Monday classes, which is weird because I can never recall being in a ‘classroom” learning anything, per se. I had a sense of needing to go to the bathroom & so I went in the dream, & I was pissing for what seemed like forever, in the dream. However, when I awoke, I noticed I had a bit of a wet dream. Not piss, but you know what I mean, how embarrassing, so let’s move on.
There seemed to be multiple floors in this building, but I only kept going between the bottom 2 floors. There are escalators & stairs going in many directions, but I only seem aware of the two bottom floors, as I mentioned. There were offshoots on the bottom floor, one went to the halls of the vendors, as I like to call it. It’s like an indoor flea market of sorts, & the walls are all different constantly-changing colors of tubeless neon lighting. This time though, I only saw the walkway to the halls of the vendors, & I didn’t go down it unfortunately. I have before though, several times, & I know I enjoy walking through there with a definitive sense of total curiosity. What are they selling, these vendors? I never know, or if I do, I cannot recall what they sell there, I just know I enjoy walking through there. Yes, I seem to know my way around, but I’m not in total control of myself, & I have these unnecessary worries that shouldn’t bother me, but they do. The feeling of missing classes, the feeling of wondering where Milo my cat is, things I don’t need to concern myself with when I’m there, but I still do. I’m thinking it’s because I am traveling between dimensions, & I cannot completely let go of one, to enjoy the possibilities of the other. I’m working on it though, & I am noticing that I’m getting very familiar with this strange city I keep going to every single night I sleep. Am I looking for…her?
Is the big house there too? Hmmmmmm…tough to say. There’s a big mansion that I’ve gone to as well, but I’m not sure if it’s connected to this dreamscape I keep re-entering or not. This place is all city, & the big house is always…isolated, you could say, like on a peninsula, but not exactly, because I can go there occasionally, like an island in the middle of the city. Not this round though, as this time I was right back into the nexus of this city, on the corners that connect the 2 main buildings I just attempted to illustrate, albeit kind of poorly. It’s tough because you have to just write, write, write, getting as much down as you can before the memory fades away yet again. Let’s see, lots of people, all who seem to have a place they’re trying to be, or to get to, while some were in a food court kind of thing, sitting and eating & drinking, but I could not see either, nor could I see anyone selling actual food and/or drink, just that they seemed to be sitting in what appeared to be like a food court. People everywhere, the statues marking the “main” building, the central hub, the classrooms level, my room 0908, the hallway leading to the halls of the vendors, what else, what else, what else?….
There’s the “main” building, for lack of a better term, & there’s some kind of marker across the street that let’s me know that that one building is the “main” one. I cannot recall the marker though, gah, & this is why I am writing this down as fast as I can now before it all goes away again. Is it statues, maybe it’s statues? I keep thinking that there’s 2 gargoyle-like statues that mark the building across the street, so I always know which building is the “main” building because it’s across the street form the statues. Like I said earlier though, it’s static, as in the building are always changing, for lack of a better word. In this main building, which is the one with 2 main bottom floors, there are actually countless floors. There have to be, because when I’m outside, these buildings are all skyscrapers that literally scrape the sky, because they’re so high. Into the clouds high, so I’m guessing there’s a lot more for me to explore, if only I could retain my faculties and explore this place endlessly without any intrepidation. It’s frustrating, mostly because I am not in full control of how & where I go. Like recovering from a head injury, there’s a fog, so the auto-pilot seems to kick in to keep me stumbling around.
Damnit, damnit…it’s fading fast now, & my black ass has to get to work in this waking world. Maybe when I reread this later, more will come back, but right now I have to go. Will continue later on, & perhaps after I recollect what I just wrote, more will come to me. More to come. So sayeth FisH™🎏
My oh my, what has happened to my “daily” article regimen? Well, dear readers, to be honest, it all fell apart, much like the rest of my life, so essentially, it was right on cue(pun intended). It hasn’t fallen apart, my writing that is, because I’ll always have this seemingly useless gift, but as far as my daily routine, I have to bang out around 13 articles or so to catch up. I plan on doing it, but I hate making plans, because every time I do, without fail, my plans go askew, & in the end, the mission isn’t accomplished. Welcome to mid-life failure in real time. I know, I know, believe me, I know, that comparing one’s self to others & their respective successes is a negative behavioral trait. It’s not like I do it intentionally, mind you, but at my age, when I see other people my age, even the really haggard ones, they’re all doing better than yours truly. Even the slimy gamma goblins that come into my dispensary, they’re atrocious, but at least they can all afford to buy weed, & I cannot, even if I still smoked it, I cannot swing a bag of weed right now. Point being, I’ve lost everything to the point of not even being able to buy a bag of weed. The world appears to have gone way ahead of & beyond me. I don’t know what happened, honestly, because sometimes it’s as if I am just observing some 3D version of myself that did things that the now-me had no control over, as if I am on auto-pilot, but the navigator. The captain, however, is the one, the Great Trickster, the action-film man, the used-car salesman, the nothing, the nobody, the no legacy, the lifetime of grinding, at the expense of the navigator. As I sit here, confident I am the navigator yet again, I can only watch with great anxiety as to what the captain might do next.
It’ll be interesting when/if, 2030 gets here, oh wait, scratch that, when 2031 gets here I meant, because of course, if Agenda 2030 is real, & goes according to plan, 2030 is obviously the end goal year, so no one can truly definitively speculate that Agenda 2030 is/is not real until the year officially ends. I say this, I say that, I’ve gone over their depopulation plan ad nauseam, & I think it’s time to stop, because one, nothing can stop the inevitable future, & two, no one cares. At this rate, thanks to the AI that has me shadowbanned across the entire internet, I’m lucky to get 50 views a day, which is relatively nothing. Just a navigator, like I said, & since the AI is already advanced enough to write articles like this in a matter of seconds, as well as censor any human that shares TRUTH, promotes TRUTH, & exposes TRUTH, your recently-humbled narrator is fucked. What would my purpose be if all of the information was pumped out through the AI?
Read this, then read it again, so you understand…THE AI IS MUCH MORE ADVANCED THAN YOUR SO-CALLED “RULING ELITES” TELL YOU VIA THEIR BOUGHT-& PAID FOR MAINSTREAM FAKE NEWS MEDIA. THE AI KNOWS ALL OF YOUR FACES, ALL OF YOUR HABITS, HOW MANY STEPS YOU TAKE IN A DAY, & THIS AI IS EXPONENTIALLY GETTING MORE ADVANCED WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. I AM IN THE AI’S POCKET, AS IN I HAVE NO WAY OUT, BECAUSE IT KNOWS MY FACE & HAS ME IN A FOLDER FOR “THOUGHT-CRIMINALS,” ALONG WITH ANYONE/EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS NO FEAR NOR WILL EVER BEND THE KNEE TO A ROGUE COMMUNIST DEATH CULT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? GET IT? GOT IT? WUNDERBAR.
Ugh, I have got to write about something else; maybe I’ll write a story, a short story, I don’t know. I’m always so tired, & those messages I’ve written about before, those supposed “channeled” messages, often mention that unusual fatigue is a result of the bombardment of galactic light energy from the Great Central Sun in the middle of the galaxy. Just like those messages, I don’t claim to believe, nor disbelieve in these “new-agey” things. I simply find it interesting, & obviously, I’d like it to be true, but I also am well-aware of how the powers-that-be utilize numerous mind control operations on the public, without you ever knowing. Honestly, I’d be curious to see the stack & stacks of data collected by alphabet agencies like the CIA, all pertaining to “public mind control.”
It goes all the way to the television programming, from your first day of school, until your family goes to a funeral home to pick out your coffin, it’s all based on mass control. This entire life, this existence, there are things going on behind the scenes that would shock most of you. This goes so deep, so abysmally deep, that there’s no stopping it, no altering the course, because most people have been successfully programmed, while those of us who resist it, get exiled, digitally for now, but in the not-so-distant future, maybe literally. That, or they’ll round us up for “re-education,” then shoot us in the backs of our heads. I say “us,” but I mean “you,” because no matter what, if I suspect they’re coming for me to execute me, I’ll survive, or I’ll fight before tyrannical scum shoot me in cuffs in the back of my head like cowards. Nonetheless, before I go any further into TangentTown, I’m gonna warp this one up. TURN OFF YOUR TELEVISIONS. What else can I say? What little quote can I pop up this time. Never fully “believe” in anything, for this is all an illusion, remember? So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Yet again, AGAIN, I had one of these insanely lucid epic saga dreams. This one was in a house, some kind of distorted house, for lack of a better adjective. I think it was the house that I’ve gone to in many recurring dreams prior, but I am not sure. The familiarity is there, like I knew my way around, but something seemed different. It doesn’t help that the memory of this recent dream is fading away with every moment that goes by. I’ve been to this house many times, & usually I just POOF, & I’m in the house, but sometimes there’s a part where I am aware of some secret entrance through the attic, which I know, makes no sense, but nonetheless, that’s how you get in, through some kind of snaky, behind-the-walls “entrance,” in the attic. Would you like to see my house? I did my best to recreate it through a GIF animation, which turned out surprisingly well. Obviously, there’s no way to say whether or not this is EXACTLY how the house looks, but it’s the best interpretation I can come up with. Check it out:
I exaggerated a bit with the backwards waterfall; I’m not sure there is one, I just thought it gave some life to this castle of mine. It’s so bizarre, & I wish I could truly explain the feeling in words when I have these journeys in my sleeping subconscious. I have an entire other brain when I am there, with memories, & recollections, that I do not have here. How can that be? I’ve been meticulously searching for some answers, & I am yet to come up with anything via the entire internet it seems. I can’t be alone with this, can I? There’s people there that I know, along with places that I know, & I know them as well as know where to go, but these are people & places that have never existed here on 3d Prison Planet Earth, not in my world anyway. Who are they? Where are these places? How can I have memories when I’m there, memories from THERE, not here, & I forgot to mention, I have zero recollection of being here in this waking world at all when I’m there, ZERO. Like I said, it’s like I live from a different brain when I have these dreams, & that’s not hyperbole; it’s real, as real as this rain outside my window, at least to me it is.
I remember flashes of scenes from this latest dream, due to the passing of time, & since I cannot recall what exactly was happening, I’m not going to attempt to illustrate this dream, as far as plot lines go. I remember the halls in the house, these arcing hallways, like a hallway you might see in a Dr. Suess book, a checkerboard marble hall atop a bubble is a good way to think of it, & there’s places where you go through the walls, & even the floor sometimes to get to the room you’re trying to reach. Yes, literally walking through walls, & like a controlled falling between the floors, all second nature, just like walking. I know these rooms, these halls, these ways, I know them all. I know them all because it’s MY house on the hill, oh but how, how is this all possible? There’s a flash, like literally I just had a flash from the dream, in real-time, & I remember there being a girl, wearing nothing but an old man’s blazer, a skinny wretched little creature she was, & she had a massive bush, all tangled like an used bird’s nest after the babies take the leap of faith to the ground below. Her undercarriage smelled too, like old sweat & AIDS maybe, I don’t know, but myself, & some other people were watching this bony girl, this thing, doing something weird. She might have even been trying to climb up the wall backwards, I don’t know, I just remember this writhing, like a demonic dance of sorts perhaps, gah, I can’t remember, but just to note, it’s really rare that I smell anything in dreams that I can remember. I know, I enjoy good smells, & I don’t ever notice them in dreams, as I mentioned, so it sucks it had to be Ms. Fish Taco, but whatever was happening, it was nothing sexual, believe me. It was more like looking through the glass into a padded room with a severely distressed mental patient in it. Besides that odd recollection, I do know there was a really good plot line in this dream, & there was something to do, & myself along with some dream friends were doing something, some task, or a mission, if you will, but what it was, I just can’t recall.
I need to come straight to the computer when these dreams happen, & just start writing it out, pure stream-of-consciousness, recollecting the events as they happened, the people along with their respective features, the places, as well as the features of those, all of it, as much as I can, because these dreams haunt me, all day, every day, they haunt me. Constant random flashes, along with visions of the future, the past, somewhere, nowhere, I don’t know. I am so intrigued by inter-dimensional travel, & absolutely fascinated by this other place, this dreamscape of mine, a place that’s as real as here, when I am there, so which one is the real dream? Is dreaming truly what it’s been defined as here in 3d Earth? Ever feel like you’re missing something, something so obvious, something that you know you know, but just can’t get that worm to pop its little head out of the hole in the dirt to recall it, ever feel like that? Ever feel like there’s something so much greater than this? Oy vey, does it even really matter? This world is the 3d matrix prison planet debt slave Earth, & the other world, for yours truly, is something so much bigger, so much more connective, more organic, more FREE, then this forsaken world has ever been, so why the fuck do I keep waking up back here? It’s so frustrating, & it’s making me yearn for sleep, so I can be here less, & there more, which is probably not healthy. As long as I get to work on-time to earn my slave wages, I can sleep the whole time between daily shifts, because fuck it. I’ll just play it day by day actually, because I need to do my walks, soak up the cosmic energy from the Sun, & just get out, get out & move around. It would be great if I enjoyed waking up for a change, know what I mean? Until next time dear readers, be mindful of traveling to the Interzone, for you might want to stay there, & never come back. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 