faceshift ... phaseshift ... i don't like the neighbors looking at me when i go out to smoke. i feel like they are thinking things against me like "there she is, the resident psycho". (i hate all that "running commentary" jazz -- it's so much noise and static, for the love of god i can't imagine why certain buddhist sects advocate developing this as a tool for detachment and thus to reach enlightenment when all it is to me is mental noise pollution ... kind of like crowley's "oath of the abyss" where you are supposed to pledge yourself to regard every phenomenon as the particular dealing of god with your soul ... i was all but born doing that ... do they have any idea how insane and isolating that can be???) ... anyway as i was saying ... so i phase shifted out at twilight. they were getting out of their car. here come the "eyes" ... those dreaded eyes ... always gawking, never comprehending ... i did the 3-d tv static sort of phase shift ... you know ... zzzt ... zzzt ... like max headroom, so it would seem as if i were invisible to them.

i also have this rock i picked up at lake erie back in 1994. it's ovoid and smooth and i can rub it a certain way (not telling) and utter a certain chant (not telling) over and over until i become imperceptible -- that is, it will be as if i am invisible; no one will notice me or interact with me. i should find that rock for my long metro rides downtown to see my pdoc now that i think about it ... LOL ...

sorry if i sound dorky. i suddenly feel very childlike and playful. only nice people can visit me here. i don't want any mean nasty bullies who would try to say ugly stupid things like my rock trick is a lie and i'm bad for making up such things. they suck and they smell and they do dirty things, i don't want them near me ... k thx!