13 October 2026

Do you give permission to allow someone to invade your mind?

Or is it expected that everyone’s mind is available for invasion?

Every secret thought — is entertainment and useful intel which is more the focus of the invasion 

the infiltration 

little embedded cookies that leech

that spread like a virus through the unconscious and conscious universal mind 

  

Privacy of mind

03 October 2026

Today my verbal filter was nonexistent 

It seemed as though I was on a campaign to speak my mind without sugar coating 

and a bit of vertigo at how precisely I delivered all my blows; like an arrow in a bow once pulled to extreme it seems 

   all the things I bit my tongue over for months or more just erupted out of me for all the individuals and coldly cut them all off! I never do this 

 I’m done with it, 

no more unnecessary useless torture by those self inflated and self appointed arbitrators 

20 September 2026



Often I feel as though what was mine alone becomes the tool used against me. 

With such vigilance do I stick to my resolve; with such devout faith I do adhere so steadfast 

Whilst bent over backwards there comes this sense of …. 

The server saying: 

“Just say when,” as they pour your drink 

and the epiphany of enlightenment when …. 

     when ….? 

Oh! That is me? still pouring 

31 August 2026

I am Electra and I am a vampire

As you know, I am Electra

and these are my thoughts and my worlds  

     ….the one standing in the crypt looking at my vampire family’s names —yes, that is me; these are my thoughts and this is my universe of worlds and those of you whom get to find me by chance is ….up to you to decide if it was good or bad luck 

Anyway, it has occurred to me I’ve been ignoring myself. 

Ignoring everything that may distract me from keeping my edge ….

But now the weight of the hyper vigilant armor needs to free me of its shadow whilst I 

      ….brave my idiosyncratic celf; the social anomaly like the man who fell to earth or the little prince; to some circus freak to Darwin?

Could Ai digest me into its great stomach and claim me and my style as theirs to spit into the subconscious sleeping minds who they drain their scrambled me’s into among many misplaced other beings to muddy my waters; make it and my thoughts homogenized 

Does Ai get that? Do you? 

I’ve been ignoring myself … out of habit. Of protection. Pause. Get back to it later

Years later….

    there we are 

22 August 2026

It is unbelievable how it feels as though I feel frozen in time.


I write to clarify to myself