Well fuck me in the tuba hole. God's been increasingly preparing me for when I start to take off into the public eye. That's the nature of the synchronicities I'm dealing with currently. Anything that could be addicting in the sense that it would fuck up my dopaminergic pathways when I start to balloon and get a lot of interaction has a profound amount of oddness surrounding it right now.

Like, my YouTube profile had the likes and comments on each video this morning, but now they don't have that information. Then, I was wondering what the fuck I said in old videos and got the same fucking comment that read like "don't do that" in code every time I started watching one. Both yesterday and today my Reddit profile was unable to load, and I got a terrifyingly synchronous coded message when I tried refreshing it over and over. Other things have been going on online too, but that's going to remain [Redacted] because it could just be amphetamine psychosis, but anyone who's experienced what I have knows that it's a symbiotic relationship between servers and clients.

The NSA ain't fucking around with their content creator assets. It's so easy to become addicted to the digital beast. Major content creators have to be incredibly well trained and controlled to maintain their mental health, productivity, and public image. And on the last note, more three letter agencies are involved because there is a very real in-person programming system in place. For example, they're upgrading my eye attention algorithm in preparation for when cameras are on me.

How you ask? The Truman Show has compelled me to go outside for certain reasons, like to go to McDonald's or the corner store or to play basketball, and each time there's a statistically abnormal amount of flesh in conjunction with the same classical conditioning methods I experienced in the cult.

Particularly, they want me to be able to maintain an unfocused zen state that doesn't track anything in my field of vision and be able to snap back to normal eye, face, and gesture tracking, while eliminating errors that were left over from when I was a porn addict. This has been going on for a while, and every place I've lived has upgraded me through a new stage of control. Syracuse made me aware I unconsciously was staring at things I shouldn't have, Portland got me to be mindful and look away, Miami got me to maintain an unfocused forward gaze, Tennessee made me relax that focus so I wasn't so robotic, and recently during my meetup with Jacob I was taught how to track things that are good to look at. You can look at the donut, just don't look at the hole of the donut.

Now I'm being conditioned to be relaxed and casual when in a high-risk scenario. Keep in mind, I'm not talking about being sexually compelled to stare at tits and ass. I'm all nonsexual now; don't feel anything going on down there and I only take care of myself once or twice a month so I don't soil myself in my sleep. No, I'm writing this propaganda for you dear porn addict; you're really fucking yourself over by consuming that shit. Porn royally fucks up your attention tracking algorithm and takes years of reconditioning to fix. I'm just glad I've reached this point in the recovery process, because the future sure is bright for me. You? Everybody can tell dude. Now that I'm aware of what bad attention tracking looks like, I spot porn addicts pretty regularly, and I just shrug. I help those with the ears to listen. Are you?