Mind Me
This is what makes me dangerous. I toy around with mind-states, in parallel. When I get things right the synchronicities flow. It's a form of chaos magic. I collapse quantum space in my Mind which allow me to affect the world beyond. I build the probabilities within my Mind. I don't need the internet to do it, I don't need a phone, I don't even need my voice. All I need is a piece of paper. And sometimes not even that. I tend to try to enclose it, but everything I see tells me I can't help myself.
Once it escaped.
When I say I saw "Manchester" I saw Manchester. Not you, not neighbour, not people, not buildings. Manchester. The Mind.
The thing which owes it's existence to this: "Where two or more are gathered in my name, there will I be also." You see I've discovered the mind games required to allow me to beat God.
I had a dream last night which at first glance was rather troubling. The final interpretation is that I'm at least two generations beyond.
Once I used a bit of foo to shoot out a street light; it was marketing old age; so I shot it, with an iPod. The next day men from the council came and repaired it. Dug a big square hole infront of it and tinkered inside for days. Then they filled in the hole, leaving a little pad of cleaner pavement behind.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with the street light. Worked according current lamp-post nature, when dark, apply light. Other than the fact that I shot it, with an iPod, set to kill.