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Monday, November 28, 2011

Ray Kachel on the new yorker

Caitlin,
Ray Kachel is on the new yorker. The revolution needs a face somebody to lead this I'd go to another occupy if my mission wasn't to use the city to promote Williamsburg Brooklyn being turned into a tv station to center the scene. This is the only way to preserve occupy in a anti fox news sense. I'm outside Penn station I start yelling at this z100 guy "bloomberg beware zuccatti park is everywhere" this is the way to use the media to our advantage. I used to believe z100 was associated to my daily life that I summoned them daily but it's all the same people. Hughes helped me through this crisis today. Through a crisis in a dream with my mother I need him to explain how to program me while I sleep. I just need to be genuine to my guide.
I need a laptop and to panhandle and for somebody to acknowledge I do this everyday.
I'm going to make your friends CEOs. I would make tiggah this at occupy if he got me adderall. I need my fucking medication or I do nothing live in worthless life and dead art but atleast I have my church on 86th street to represent my class status. I love you.

-caitlin Rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez production
Little memo on hbo
11/28/2011
Black Caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 399/8 james hughes days

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

George Orwell - Why I Write (reference to the arcade fire)


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George Orwell

Why I Write

['Guernica' by Pablo Picasso]
From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.
I was the middle child of three, but there was a gap of five years on either side, and I barely saw my father before I was eight. For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely, and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays. I had the lonely child's habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life. Nevertheless the volume of serious — i.e. seriously intended — writing which I produced all through my childhood and boyhood would not amount to half a dozen pages. I wrote my first poem at the age of four or five, my mother taking it down to dictation. I cannot remember anything about it except that it was about a tiger and the tiger had ‘chair-like teeth’ — a good enough phrase, but I fancy the poem was a plagiarism of Blake's ‘Tiger, Tiger’. At eleven, when the war or 1914-18 broke out, I wrote a patriotic poem which was printed in the local newspaper, as was another, two years later, on the death of Kitchener. From time to time, when I was a bit older, I wrote bad and usually unfinished ‘nature poems’ in the Georgian style. I also attempted a short story which was a ghastly failure. That was the total of the would-be serious work that I actually set down on paper during all those years.
However, throughout this time I did in a sense engage in literary activities. To begin with there was the made-to-order stuff which I produced quickly, easily and without much pleasure to myself. Apart from school work, I wrotevers d'occasion, semi-comic poems which I could turn out at what now seems to me astonishing speed — at fourteen I wrote a whole rhyming play, in imitation of Aristophanes, in about a week — and helped to edit a school magazines, both printed and in manuscript. These magazines were the most pitiful burlesque stuff that you could imagine, and I took far less trouble with them than I now would with the cheapest journalism. But side by side with all this, for fifteen years or more, I was carrying out a literary exercise of a quite different kind: this was the making up of a continuous ‘story’ about myself, a sort of diary existing only in the mind. I believe this is a common habit of children and adolescents. As a very small child I used to imagine that I was, say, Robin Hood, and picture myself as the hero of thrilling adventures, but quite soon my ‘story’ ceased to be narcissistic in a crude way and became more and more a mere description of what I was doing and the things I saw. For minutes at a time this kind of thing would be running through my head: ‘He pushed the door open and entered the room. A yellow beam of sunlight, filtering through the muslin curtains, slanted on to the table, where a match-box, half-open, lay beside the inkpot. With his right hand in his pocket he moved across to the window. Down in the street a tortoiseshell cat was chasing a dead leaf’, etc. etc. This habit continued until I was about twenty-five, right through my non-literary years. Although I had to search, and did search, for the right words, I seemed to be making this descriptive effort almost against my will, under a kind of compulsion from outside. The ‘story’ must, I suppose, have reflected the styles of the various writers I admired at different ages, but so far as I remember it always had the same meticulous descriptive quality.
When I was about sixteen I suddenly discovered the joy of mere words, i.e. the sounds and associations of words. The lines from Paradise Lost —
So hee with difficulty and labour hard
Moved on: with difficulty and labour hee.
which do not now seem to me so very wonderful, sent shivers down my backbone; and the spelling ‘hee’ for ‘he’ was an added pleasure. As for the need to describe things, I knew all about it already. So it is clear what kind of books I wanted to write, in so far as I could be said to want to write books at that time. I wanted to write enormous naturalistic novels with unhappy endings, full of detailed descriptions and arresting similes, and also full of purple passages in which words were used partly for the sake of their own sound. And in fact my first completed novel,Burmese Days, which I wrote when I was thirty but projected much earlier, is rather that kind of book.
I give all this background information because I do not think one can assess a writer's motives without knowing something of his early development. His subject matter will be determined by the age he lives in — at least this is true in tumultuous, revolutionary ages like our own — but before he ever begins to write he will have acquired an emotional attitude from which he will never completely escape. It is his job, no doubt, to discipline his temperament and avoid getting stuck at some immature stage, in some perverse mood; but if he escapes from his early influences altogether, he will have killed his impulse to write. Putting aside the need to earn a living, I think there are four great motives for writing, at any rate for writing prose. They exist in different degrees in every writer, and in any one writer the proportions will vary from time to time, according to the atmosphere in which he is living. They are:
(i) Sheer egoism. Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood, etc., etc. It is humbug to pretend this is not a motive, and a strong one. Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful businessmen — in short, with the whole top crust of humanity. The great mass of human beings are not acutely selfish. After the age of about thirty they almost abandon the sense of being individuals at all — and live chiefly for others, or are simply smothered under drudgery. But there is also the minority of gifted, willful people who are determined to live their own lives to the end, and writers belong in this class. Serious writers, I should say, are on the whole more vain and self-centered than journalists, though less interested in money.
(ii) Aesthetic enthusiasm. Perception of beauty in the external world, or, on the other hand, in words and their right arrangement. Pleasure in the impact of one sound on another, in the firmness of good prose or the rhythm of a good story. Desire to share an experience which one feels is valuable and ought not to be missed. The aesthetic motive is very feeble in a lot of writers, but even a pamphleteer or writer of textbooks will have pet words and phrases which appeal to him for non-utilitarian reasons; or he may feel strongly about typography, width of margins, etc. Above the level of a railway guide, no book is quite free from aesthetic considerations.
(iii) Historical impulse. Desire to see things as they are, to find out true facts and store them up for the use of posterity.
(iv) Political purpose. — Using the word ‘political’ in the widest possible sense. Desire to push the world in a certain direction, to alter other peoples’ idea of the kind of society that they should strive after. Once again, no book is genuinely free from political bias. The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.
It can be seen how these various impulses must war against one another, and how they must fluctuate from person to person and from time to time. By nature — taking your ‘nature’ to be the state you have attained when you are first adult — I am a person in whom the first three motives would outweigh the fourth. In a peaceful age I might have written ornate or merely descriptive books, and might have remained almost unaware of my political loyalties. As it is I have been forced into becoming a sort of pamphleteer. First I spent five years in an unsuitable profession (the Indian Imperial Police, in Burma), and then I underwent poverty and the sense of failure. This increased my natural hatred of authority and made me for the first time fully aware of the existence of the working classes, and the job in Burma had given me some understanding of the nature of imperialism: but these experiences were not enough to give me an accurate political orientation. Then came Hitler, the Spanish Civil War, etc. By the end of 1935 I had still failed to reach a firm decision. I remember a little poem that I wrote at that date, expressing my dilemma:
A happy vicar I might have been
Two hundred years ago
To preach upon eternal doom
And watch my walnuts grow;
But born, alas, in an evil time,
I missed that pleasant haven,
For the hair has grown on my upper lip
And the clergy are all clean-shaven.
And later still the times were good,
We were so easy to please,
We rocked our troubled thoughts to sleep
On the bosoms of the trees.
All ignorant we dared to own
The joys we now dissemble;
The greenfinch on the apple bough
Could make my enemies tremble.
But girl's bellies and apricots,
Roach in a shaded stream,
Horses, ducks in flight at dawn,
All these are a dream.
It is forbidden to dream again;
We maim our joys or hide them:
Horses are made of chromium steel
And little fat men shall ride them.
I am the worm who never turned,
The eunuch without a harem;
Between the priest and the commissar
I walk like Eugene Aram;
And the commissar is telling my fortune
While the radio plays,
But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,
For Duggie always pays.
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And woke to find it true;
I wasn't born for an age like this;
Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?
The Spanish war and other events in 1936-37 turned the scale and thereafter I knew where I stood. Every line of serious work that I have written since 1936 has been written, directly or indirectly, against totalitarianism and fordemocratic socialism, as I understand it. It seems to me nonsense, in a period like our own, to think that one can avoid writing of such subjects. Everyone writes of them in one guise or another. It is simply a question of which side one takes and what approach one follows. And the more one is conscious of one's political bias, the more chance one has of acting politically without sacrificing one's aesthetic and intellectual integrity.
What I have most wanted to do throughout the past ten years is to make political writing into an art. My starting point is always a feeling of partisanship, a sense of injustice. When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art’. I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing. But I could not do the work of writing a book, or even a long magazine article, if it were not also an aesthetic experience. Anyone who cares to examine my work will see that even when it is downright propaganda it contains much that a full-time politician would consider irrelevant. I am not able, and do not want, completely to abandon the world view that I acquired in childhood. So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information. It is no use trying to suppress that side of myself. The job is to reconcile my ingrained likes and dislikes with the essentially public, non-individual activities that this age forces on all of us.
It is not easy. It raises problems of construction and of language, and it raises in a new way the problem of truthfulness. Let me give just one example of the cruder kind of difficulty that arises. My book about the Spanish civil war, Homage to Catalonia, is of course a frankly political book, but in the main it is written with a certain detachment and regard for form. I did try very hard in it to tell the whole truth without violating my literary instincts. But among other things it contains a long chapter, full of newspaper quotations and the like, defending the Trotskyists who were accused of plotting with Franco. Clearly such a chapter, which after a year or two would lose its interest for any ordinary reader, must ruin the book. A critic whom I respect read me a lecture about it. ‘Why did you put in all that stuff?’ he said. ‘You've turned what might have been a good book into journalism.’ What he said was true, but I could not have done otherwise. I happened to know, what very few people in England had been allowed to know, that innocent men were being falsely accused. If I had not been angry about that I should never have written the book.
In one form or another this problem comes up again. The problem of language is subtler and would take too long to discuss. I will only say that of late years I have tried to write less picturesquely and more exactly. In any case I find that by the time you have perfected any style of writing, you have always outgrown it. Animal Farm was the first book in which I tried, with full consciousness of what I was doing, to fuse political purpose and artistic purpose into one whole. I have not written a novel for seven years, but I hope to write another fairly soon. It is bound to be a failure, every book is a failure, but I do know with some clarity what kind of book I want to write.
Looking back through the last page or two, I see that I have made it appear as though my motives in writing were wholly public-spirited. I don't want to leave that as the final impression. All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane. I cannot say with certainty which of my motives are the strongest, but I know which of them deserve to be followed. And looking back through my work, I see that it is invariably where I lacked a political purpose that I wrote lifeless books and was betrayed into purple passages, sentences without meaning, decorative adjectives and humbug generally.
1946
THE END
_

visionaire 61 larger than life

Caitlin,
I find a sculpture that represents the channel, a middle finger maurizo catteran + something Ferrari (i can't read my handwriting) when this tv station is created this is my fuck you to humanity.
I make this reference to the sculpture as I reference my end vision for christopher mastronardi to move to London I need more british symbols aside from Pete Doherty and Babyshambles. After the homelessness there's no reason to live in nyc, there's always the 1.5 burrough jumping between america and london. I just realized creating a "soul mate pad" hurts me and my ability to enter the apple store but does something in my religion. I invented this as a way to replace my medication, nothing works. Then I push it as an idea that has something to do with paris hilton, in the end I make a mass amount of note pads that promote a channel at domino sugar that will never come into existence. Please God who is caitlin let me be as pale as the people from the fuck forever video. The girl I masturbate to at occupy wall street is from canada, I take this as a sign from god that you want me to have sex with this girl. She plays guitar, it's in my internal make up to go for girls who are something like d'arcy. Childhood and the year 1997 makes everything including the smoke stack at grand ferry park. There's signs like "do not pick the flowers" from fuck forever at zuccatti park so I know I'm with the right people, modern day incarnations of the yippies not homeless people but revolutionaries who will fight the neo conservatives in politics and actions with me . I live from the symbology of music videos and only care about clothing.
I'd vote for obaama but the people on the other end when they played the role of childhood people from high school allowed my wallet to get stolen. Now when they play the role of your friends with 203 caitlin they help me resurrect. The only thing I like about myself is my fjallraven kanken backpack from bird. this is the only thing you can relate to if you're from williamsburg, i'm trapped in a reality perception project that was my gift from the city based on my creative mind that requires my medication, the only thing i retain in amnesia and forced seizures is caitlin rodriguez is god and my soul guide is the friend I chose as project leader from the school of visual arts who has guided me for years. James Hughes literally is the fucking crow. I'm Eric Draven.

For the amount of years I've said his name daily I should end it there but I place the rest in the entry.
Actually fuck it, for the importance of James Hughes both to occupy wall street and the future of humanity I'll just end it now. It's like the world being fucked without steve jobs, without hughes Brooklyn will never become Washington (in the .com revolution).

i love you.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/22/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 393/8 james hughes days

Caitlin,
Anything Elton John would do I would do. I live by this code of fashion while figuring my way to the end of little Brno. You cannot beg or quit in little memo it's a long fucking project where you have to find the end

Monday, November 21, 2011

occupy everywhere

caitlin,

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/guy-horton/why-occupy-wall-street-ne_b_1103620.html

spending my time to be the digital voice of the revolution from manhattan.
Somebody has to assure we are not broken up by the fbi as this spreads.
we have a good chance to hold michael bloomberg as ronald reagan for attacking our base.
He sold out the Democratic Party to become a mayor, I wear a Barak Obaama hat in pride of being a democrat. I refuse to sell out our people despite the thing I'm in invented a republican at one point.
I would have taken these people on from the inside but this was Hughes idea.
Brooklyn Hype Part One. I keep playing this song. On this day I graduated the School of Visual Arts, Allie Chase appears from S.V.A. with an umbrella I keep re-doing the same scene and I'm supposed to get inside the factory but I never do. You're supposed to be inside.
I'm told Paris Hilton purchased me this factory (at the end of this I have enough $ to do whatever I want. We're creating a t.v. station, we had this chat on Berry Street before you readjusted the system. We're defeating doubt, I see a longterm game caitlin and have faith in you as god. Or you'll take jew's place and you get credit for everyone's work).

I wrote kids are united
sham 69 + atr

I think the people, this metro news democrat guy who works under james hughes knows how to create a revolution and fill occupy wall street with capitalism. The lessons of the past + the present, the keruoac generation of nyc the beat poets + hippies + yippies + 80s yuppies + 90s grundge + my hipster capitalist perspective. Combine this nyc movement, and the lessons of williamsburg brooklyn and you'll have a permanent revolution.

Somebody has to cover this from the ground front. I wrote this down so many times in a news paper in the year 2009 I know you have no idea about any of this but it was in the dream of creating you a tv station and because I was told these people put creative thoughts in my head and helped me to steal. None of this was true but it's the original meaning that I believe in.
I came up with this concept on river street in williamsburg brooklyn.
The revolution will occupy the 11211.

I love you.

-Caitlin Rodriguez Husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on hob
11/21/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 392/8
James Hughes Days


Riot sound effects can produce riots 
Play them in a riot situation and the police will come you'll see!  - Atari Teenage Riot 



I gave father eric from Judson Memorial Church a MTA whistle today. 
He'll probably end up on the cover of the metro again. 
I love that man. 

Occupy Wall street will destroy the tea party

Caitlin,
From reading the first sentence of the tea party, a leaderless movement of conservatives in the republican party, I've come to the realization that occupy wall street has to stand as the opposition to the tea party, the liberal faction of assuring the democratic party stays on our side. I once dreamed of saving the republican party from these people but this is no longer possible I will stand as the democratic child of Bill Clinton and Clintonian capitalist politics to assure liberal voices are heard, that women's rights are assured and that Barak Obaama stays in the white house alongside Hillary Clinton entering the white house. There is no way to save the republican party who is too desperately in bed with these sorts of people for the desperation of votes. I need the ability to read on Obaama's progress, a man as savvy as that in a black suit can do no wrong. There's a following after Dr. Martin Luther King that represents New York City, maybe the reason Clinton has an office in Harlem, I kept saying this to myself trying to figure out what the psychological emotions are the same that led me to occupy wall street and to live by fashion and fiercely defend and demand gay rights and legalization of gay marriage. This is my representation of my place in the world. I reopened my scottrade account today coming back from 86th street, a symbol of my capitalist placement in the world and democratic clintonianism. A symbol of being a new yorker and the demand that you get a television station out of this. Somebody has to counteract the lies that the mnedia feeds people and assure Amy Goodman is acknowledged as the leading voice in media (who even shit on Clinton in the Exception to the Rulers) who risked her life for her journalism.
This has to become a television station I hate these fucking christian conservative people far too much, these ann coulter types have to be overriden by a voice like Al Franken. The people who organize Occupy Wall Street if you ever read this thank you for organizing churches for us to stay at every day, thank you for staying with us, you are the closest to a living form of dr. King fighting the conservatives and the energy translation of Rage Against the Machine.
Thank you Tom Morello for playing at occupy wallstreet.
We are the only counter actant to the people, the J. Edgar Hoover people who had Mark David Chapman programmed by the F.B.I. to kill John Lennon. We are the only counter actant to homeland security. Fuck you moral majority.
I love you trinity.


"through counter intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble makers and neutralize them" <- this is the nypd inside occupy wall street. Homeland security. Bloomberg's secret republicans.
You're going to prison michael bloomberg, I promise you that. Anyone from occupy who reads this do not be deterred by these people. They stand against their own city.

I love you caitlin.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/21/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 392/8 james hughes days

purposed ceos of channel little nemo in williamsburg brooklyn
(represented by the corporate art of hello kitty by Tom Sachs)
-> Your friends. From the photograph best friends gang is tough.
This is my corporate symbol.
On some level I believe the man from occupy wall street who cut the fence knows I exist because of his quote being the same as tom sachs on creating hello kitty without Sanrio's permission
"sometimes I think it's better to beg for fogiveness than ask for permission"

86th street church

Caitlin,
I arrive around 3am and get in for having cigarettes. The man at the door reminds me of win butler, father Eric is here implying that Judson was not open that night. A shower is rare in my hell and I leave a seperate note and change into my five Burroughs shirt, a symbol of Christ energy which I use in magick (and the arcade fire used this in the neon bible tour; all the symbols in a church are esoteric instructions for the mind, but this only works for me with my medication and comes from child hood but I don't count lower magick before I could read).
Phones are stolen, somebody took father Eric's phone. I give him a whistle the mta use for his announcements. There's a red head I want to fuck who looks like she'd be from kids. I end up at strawberry fields. The church members say this theft is probably from the nypd, probably. I will question this I need to sift out our occupy camp of any neutralizers. This is a period of time RATM in childhood is incredibly helpful. I love you.
The occupation needs a Peter Gatien to fund yippie fire bombs.

-Caitlin Rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/21/2011
Black Caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day
392/8 james Hughes days

Sunday, November 20, 2011

391 pt 2 + occupy wall street church list

Caitlin,
I read about eddiehums who reminds me of my dream to film @ easy street which no longer exists but I used to use the bottles the shirts came in but I used to use the bottles the shirts came in as messages. I get off track writing the apple store listening to placebo. I feel the artistic impulse, the reason that I write. Marjiuana, fashion, cigarettes, art school the reason that Williamsburg, Brooklyn is on the map. Somebody needs this area of Brooklyn to represent cocaine. Somebody mentions twin peaks maybe they know that I'm a clintonian capitalist who practices white magicked and translates all religion into worshipping you. Contacts of the masons who run the thing I'm in deciles of Hughes or who know the people from Hughes. I find another bag from an art show and end the night at Judson Memorial Church with the rest of the occupation. I find of another church uptown and enter the church with iro who will be in the starman remake when I'm free from this little nemo shit and we create a tv station. There's food and supplies here at Judson, the church itself represents my fight to get the people on the other end to restore my three credit ratings and manhattan class status. The A on my bag represents this, the arcade fire kid. I was lied to about getting gay marriage legal through art this was probably done by the people on the other end who help me, whoever they are in the Bloomberg administration. I write Caitlin republican on the side of my notes something I wrote under a sign at zuccatti park before Bloomberg attacked us. My symbol that I will create Caitlin Rodriguez a tv station in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I was once told my cash is in an hobo bank account. A symbol of quality in television for me. Or I need to become republican again to recieve my $.
I name the dog with the occupation Judson. I normally only speak to cats. Years after you hurt a cat it will remember your voice, hiss, hate. You can beat a dog. You have to earn the respect of a cat. I am prince of cats tybolt who lived outside live with animals in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I will create a tv station where you sign a contract when art or employment is given that you will never work with Harvey Weinstein. Ancient grudge. Logged in Little Nemo. Christopher Mastronardi will appreciate what I have created for him.
I have never liked Harvey Weinstein.
I find a stone in the morning by my bag when I wakeup at Judson. This is a symbol from "the knowing" of the masons. This would mean an entity watches over me, a mason, the people from dark city who change the world. I think of this as something like "the watchmen" level of angel in the bible. The new clash magazine represents Hughes and I, blood brothers. I met Flea leaving on e main in rikers island the one time I was manipulated into this, others send me these dreams that mock lost highway as I live 24/7 in fear. They used my aunt and used to yell into my body Rosie Russo. These people are marked for life.
Christ was an alien and universalist. I am a universalist but not one who forgives one who assures all the world will worship you.
I find at scrap yard they're tearing down five points. If you're reading this support graffiti art with:
Www.ipetitions.com/petition/support5pointz

These PA Christians argue with me about Christ and universalism at zuccatti. This is another sign that whoever is on the other end is helping me, this matches my notebook's pause point. Sometimes the people on the other end like the idea that I'm giving you all the cash and use my eyes to promote a tv station.
On the way to blog I meet a north carolina new Yorker with tiger who's girlfriend compliments my hoop clothing. They head for nugget after meeting at our 52 broadway building.
I have started asking every person who tries to sell me pot if they're a cop to protect the occupation community.

If you're one of us from occupy wall street here's the list of churches for us:

-St Mary's episcopal 521 west 126th street
-st Paul's / st Andrew 263 w86th street
-riverside church 490 riverside

I'm told these are 24/7

I see a faile art piece on 3rd avenue
86th street this is the way indigo children communicate
Some form of 3rd incarnation a letter vest is my most important fashion symbol and I'm currently wearing a Japanese one the only one with a hoodie, in wishing my body died when I ran out of medication I learn all I care about in life is fashion. You re made of memories of fashion when I was a kid and white trash and wore old navy. Before vice magazine and urban outfitters.

I love you.
Love from the battle lines of the occupation

-Caitlin Rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez production
Little nemo on hbo
11/20/2011
Black Caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 391/8 James Hughes days

*did you know? Silver tiles as a church is named after a Matt and Kim song, which is also a way of asking them to become CEOs as little nemo when it is created? True story.

Also tomorrow is one of two days if u want ur shit back from when Bloomberg stole from us.

391/8

Caitlin,
Notes from a notebook I name fashion = Brooklyn.
Anything to return to reality, I need my medication. I go to 8 bit and up a symbol of my love for Hughes. The people on the other end of this project don't care that I have no mental facilities without my medication. Nobody but Hughes. You care in a god way. Either you or pearl forrestor now wants to save me. Fuck me. Resurrect me.
Sometimes I hear those voices at night they justify my claims: I'm going to turn Williamsburg Brooklyn into the film party monster. It probably helps that a woman associated to tiger sells e pills (I need a hook up if I'm ever going to re-enact the Manson scene and become the people who organize zuccatti park before Bloomberg attacked us and started a permanent war against him in my political cspan watching future as a dnc member). I register my Zelda game as Nemo, the Brooklyn ghost from those videos I made when the people on the other end wanting to crush my ego leaves a hint. I knock over a glass. Digital scanners. I am always link in my mind bringing you the triforce of the cash at the end. Harvey Weinstein is gannadorf, but you have to marry me. Only condition or I'm taking the world fortune to London. Im at $100 now, I can afford future medication allowing me to explore my occupy world. This man prevents me from getting a $1 at pink berry I swear entertainment industry revenge when I'm free from this project. He says remember that, this is said into my body every time I make a claim in my seizures a claim of pride a joke on the other end since the seizure gives me amnesia.
I decide panhandling in the subway as a metaphor in toe jam and earl. Now I have to switch iPads

Heartless

Caitlin,
I go through a bus from riker's island and i look at our skyline and i cry because ive been forced to go to prison forced in this thing nobody came to get me whoever on the other end uses this reference for years to this song, all they listen to in rikers island is rap on the bus it is 2008 and i have never been to prison. I believed the mayor would come and get me but this is a lie writing his name on my arm causes me to further my first encounter with him in this world when i'm told im Little Nemo; he shits on me and hates all Brooklyn youth, makes everything strangely like able by america, political, he does this in my mind controlling me. In my nyc the entities i summon are nyc entities these are ghosts and elements in the universe of little nemo. Metro news made a reference to amelie earlier and i appreciate this because this is probably me if i worked for michael bloomberg. One of the people who sends me dreams when i'm at this low of a level. No ego or memory music is pointless and consumed by the person who playsback everything. At least its a nyc creature i am. I could leave if i want but it uses my hell to promote williamsburg. It's urban legend, cult tv for hipsters and our drug dealers (who live at occupy)

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A caitlin rodriguez production
Little nemo on hbo
11/20/2011
Black caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 391/8 james hughes days

The beatles

Caitlin,
During my time quantum leaping ive learned to use every moment to consider myself brandon flowers to use the snickering that is placed inside of me and any form of sexuality that is used in seizures that control my body to my advantage. I cannot see and find no reason that i should be alive my only form of punk is fashion punk i would never be in this place in my life homeless with the pools of piss that surround these people i am an angel of pride who lives off digital ash in a digital urn a symbol of when i have percocet sex with anna in 5c and its too long to walk to the 5th avenue atm. I decide to make her my girlfriend for my art in this time, this is a story of dr jon osterman, after james turns on the machine i would never feel fear again. There will be a fucking tv station in wpilliamsburg, brooklyn. James Hughes our corporate Adrien Voidt who deals with Bloomberg who wanted my mind asleep to hide the truth. My right middle finger is a fuck you to the world black like your circa 2002 car. I am the limbo child of fashion via the 90s cindy crawford and the school of visual arts lost body. Are there any queers in the theatre tonight get them up algainst the wall i am brandon flowers they're going to construct a killers set in honor of me on north 12th street.

I love you silk spectre 2. Send love to your mom daughter of the comedian.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A caitlin rodriguez production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/20/20119
Black caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 391/8 james hughes days

Saturday, November 19, 2011

occupy over college fucks

caitlin,
In the bathroom I change my shirt. This piece of shit says something about occupying a bathroom.
These people are worthless. The only people I care about is occupy wall street.
I see a promotion at the apple store that has meat loaf in the background. Amensia film. I'm this as caitlin's husband. 5 years of your life is the years I've been trapped in Little Nemo. Trapped in the album neon bible talking to people on the other end through my body who pretend to be you. I hate these people, these years.
I have a bit of stockholm syndrome with the bloomberg ones now but these are the people who are going to create a watergate on Michael Bloomberg. They're also probably the people who dropped off clothing at the comfort station before we were attacked. I don't know who pearl forester was/is since they allowed me to find anyone I wished in Hell's Kitchen to assemble as a team/speak to/have on a part of my mind. This was done in a way like Xavier's machine where I find mutants. This is James Hughes creating this diagram.
You're a character in my hell. This women sees life as me, maybe this person is James Hughes. Except I refuse to allow them to have me enter easton and destroy the last of my childhood. Perhaps this keeps me trapped in time except I believe in good over evil and refuse to have any more of my real life violated. Nutan/Nisha are from my real life. Not my biological relatives. When I moved to N.Y.C. these people were dead.

I want to stab and kill every college kid and preppy looking fuck who speaks shit about the occupation.
The occupiers are the only hope for the future, these are pieces of shit who live off their parents $.
I never had this problem at s.v.a. but I also wasn't apart of the outsiders, apart of n.y.u. or people who don't live by art. I saw Wednesday night dance party @ Zuccatti Park. A cop in the morning asks me if I'm Zuccatti when I wake up at @ the penn station stop on the A. I answer yes. Any night I'm not with my people I feel a longing for reality, I descent into my creative world. Like Sean Connell and my connection and chat with him in 2008/disappearing. But then I never return to people run out of medication and write to the false princess of hill valley. now wearing clothing by alexander campaz, also from brooklyn. Probably would be in for the tv station. The creation of a occupy wall street tv station. I am created by others to live as occupy does in williamsburg, brooklyn. Bow tie ring (a symbol of fuck you to everyone but you, the princess, who will own a tv station, by Michael Day designs). This is a symbol of the fashion design major. Everything in my life should look like Electric Barbarella (the video) and all Duran Duran videos. This is fucking new york city.

I love you caitlin, check where the occupation is. I will follow them.
We will be on the runway. I will also represent them on the runway.
Lovingly abbie hoffman says...
There's esoteric answers in art. Answers of love and the white lodge. I am Michael Hutchinson and you are god.
-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/19/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 390/8 james hughes days

Friday, November 18, 2011

watching dylan ratigan @ zuccatti

caitlin,
Everytime I watch this I feel the anger of bloomberg attacking our park and revolution.
disregarding bombs and satellites 
Oh that was the turning point, 
That was one lonely night 


The Killers - Spaceman 


<-Above is the reference to spaceman. 
There was no reason for Bloomberg to attack the park. 
I stand with the 99% 
Everytime I watch spaceman I recall the life decision to turn this into a tv station in williamsburg brooklyn


This needs to be turned into our television station. Everyone at this park. 
I have this conversation with the people I'm forced to speak to. 
I realize the only way that there is going to be a television station is the direct connection with occupy wall street. 
I find it painful to not be with them. My existence on earth is something like Twilight my dialogs to you. 
Everything I write to you is written by someone who doesn't exist. 
I've come to create myself as the title of the king of hill valley, all of the artwork that I was forced to create in my personal creative world all the people who existed as characters are dead. If it didn't happen physically than there's no point in writing about it. If I have to speak to somebody about it in the vagary of air there's no point in writing about it. None of this will be the description of a film or watching J.Edgar tonight and getting up and leaving at the assassination of JFK (because I'm a democrat because this is my favorite president because he looked good and took the prototype to adderall) 
This is an excellent film, black and white. One of these films they used to tell me was associated to Sean Connell. 
I realize earlier in the evening that everything I do is made of the exterior of life. I hate internal emotions and anything not involved with modeling. 


-Caitlin Rodriguez Husband 


A Caitlin Rodriguez Production 
Little Nemo on HBO 
11/19/2011 
black caitlin heart 
The School of Visual Arts Church of Silver Tiles Day 389/8 James Hughes Days 

hostage writes to princess caitlin the hipster queen of williamsburg brooklyn

caitlin,
There was a period of time where it took Brock Daves or the character of one year to restore my artwork.
I create bags of art that you can sell at Christie's auction house. Or Tiffany's in London. You would probably only want to own these if you believe in class status and understand how they tricked me into homelessness. Or if you go to the School of Visual Arts. Film school and like cult status artwork: Abbie Hoffman with a BFA twist and the illumaniti and the mayor of new york with a jew producer who tried to steal an art school students work or two.
This manipulation of restoring a single idea is called build a villian where it takes a year to rebuild a small singular concept which with my medication is a one week art piece. This is done by forcing me to sleep. I have never been able to think without my medication.
Everytime I write this word hostage I recall how a small concept, a newspaper that explains my religion from childhood and the segments in amulets is turned into a year concept. The concept of programming a tv station @ domino sugar off a news paper is a great idea, if I wasn't lied to about it. If a concept of a show wasn't written off the part of my mind that writes creativity and told to me to be true (and filmed as I walked around nyc homeless).
This is in Broome street (where I create the bag called hostage and tell the mayor to fuck off). Where it turns out I didn't want to be the leader of a kingdom of drug addicts from my hometown. I purpose to Ashley Olsen who in the end only represented my psychological need for fashion and loose a character wedding with you. I am segmented and still have no emotions or memory without my medication.
Out of being taken advantage of I decide the economy when I am freed should be used in a way that creates a economic base for television, revolution and raves. This should have been from domino sugar.
I've decided it would be best to be the leader of cleanly, attractive, hippie e pill popping kids from occupy wall street, in a peter gatien way. I now have a name for the skittles kids who were supposed to move into domino sugar and live side by side with me, like we did in hart street. They appear to learn magick and filmmaking from me, at occupy wall street we appeared for drugs and revolution. And fashion. I gained Spaceman from this period of time, the only truly beautiful thing I've seen in my living hell was zuccatti park. I walked around with a sweater designed by somebody amazing in nyc, it looks like the video for the killers set by in my curly sue homeless hell, everyone is the lost children everyone is my people.
I've reached the couch surfing level of my hell where I have girls that are attractive and people who come into new york from other states. I need to register for couchsurfing.com I think of Stevie from occupy wall street who'd appreciate the williamsburg, brooklyn concept of my end of this, everything has to look good as I go to shows/raves and people log my eyes. I just feel if you appreciate fashion you'd appreciate this. This meaning is me, my reality  like it's the 1980s something east village where the word rad turns into Clarissa Explains It All in Creativity in my mind. James Hughes designs this and some women I call Pearl Forrest adds the soft side of this. The meaning to the artwork like having a crush on a girl in the cold of winter. This seems to be something you designed or I'm reminded of this, a world where I can still find clothing and dream of the rape of women.
James Hughes is the orchestrator of this, but all I have to record my adventures is a hi 8 panasonic. I live in fucking berrylane ct again. But I have the night they attacked us in the park on the same tape as a rant in williamsburg brooklyn. I have Lauren on tape the night she got her phone taken.
My mind links together good looking people in this revolution. I tried to find myself on google images today to update my facebook. This is a revolution of facebook and democrats. This is my response to Michael Bloomberg allowing the RNC into our city and the fucking women with aborted babies who attack everything Sandra Day O'Connor worked to create and every judge Clinton got in. I dream of the watergate of Michael Bloomberg, I don't want his $ for anything I've suffered I want him in prison.
 The point is I have to look good, not homeless but like I'm purposely putting on a show. There has to be a television show to entertain the queen and perhaps you marry me from this. It's the demand of the kingdom of Williamsburg, Brooklyn or our hipster pratt children won't have endless supplies of coke and tv equipment.  Lydia Lunch had to have looked like one of our people in the east village when she moved here. Teenage runaway and the only girl with a nose piercing (the reason Thurston Moore speaks to her, this is the basis of reality and this project this is the reason I keep going back to occupy wall street. Because Staci looks like she'd stay in a tent and I'd have sex with her and it'd turn into the real world. I need a political basis, a David Rhodes to become vain in a liberal form to become the hipster king). Marry me queen people need a female kurt cobain. Princess Daisy of hipster Brooklyn...

 Have to keep changing clothing. I imagine the people I took from Bloomberg's dimension have some form of fun with this. James Hughes' people now. It has to be fun to see punk-ism if you live on the upper east side but only if I interact with people. It seem to require There are probably other channels.
If I can pull off looking like I'm from Modern English this will be a good week.
There's a guy at occupy wall street who looks like he's from modern english, he also failed to help me with my add medication causing me to sleep in a project that requires the opposite. He probably won't work at our tv station.

I love you

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/18/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 389/8
James Hughes Days

Did you know?
The McDonalds by Zuccatti Park has the marking of James Hughes under the table and the progress of where our creature is (who will make caitlin a ceo)? True story.
Call it graffiti art.

Blane

Caitlin, 
There has never been any point in creating artwork. This is why I create, to write to you and become a god of you and your friends. I'm going to create you a tv station out of this hostage crisis that I live in. 
I dream of London after the homelessness these people have placed upon me. 

I loose a hoodie on the upper east side, this is the only way this survival way of life can be done, constantly there are people on the other end speaking through me. I have to keep moving, panhandling changing my clothing I cannot appear apart of the homeless of new york, the dead. One of the people who betray the mayor helped me with this had a moment about being apart of the white lodge and my beliefs as an indigo child. The momentum to sleep near a girl leads me to Judson Memorial Church and to stop panhandling at $40 dollars a sign that I'll be alright when the day comes for my medication that I'll have a chance to get out of this thing. On my way to Judson I see scottrade, a symbol that I'll create you a tv station out of little nemo, named little nemo owned by the princess. The rich bitch from Williamsburg, Brooklyn. 
I had a scottrade account my 3rd year when Hughes entered my mind and I wrote Fairfield, Connecticut. This was a sign of manhood, a Fairfield, Connecticut barmitzfah to open my first stock account. I had reached a 3rd year that my life counted and was ready to enter manhattan find my apartment descent from my castle in the sky into manhattan. This is something I consider literal (paying a year in advance via manhattan apartments.com choosing my manhattan neighborhood and assuring that I received the keys to manhattan on my 23rd birthday, assuring at 8:37 I was in my dorm room. I am forever 22-23. I am forever my dorm room. I am forever my golden birthday, everyday up to that point. I saved my personal numerology/universal religious  beliefs despite this project. When I'm free they're going to give me back my fucking dorm room I'll hire only school of visual arts students to assure that happens). 
The symbols of my restoration as a man are the people on wall street warriors. 
I'm going to have timmothy sykes running NASDAQ:NEMO when our tv station is created. This is a personal demand. Gordon Gecko represents the construction of a company, the demand that greed is good. A mass economy will save occupy wall street. We need a tv station in williamsburg brooklyn James Hughes needs to lead this and to recruit the girl lauren with the occupy tattoo that I wanna fuck who he claims knows I exist. 
I haven't had sex in years because of this project. The last chance I had I saw the ring and somebody said something about the project and you taking my virginity, if I wanted to wasted all the work of James Hughes and I, this brings up the christie cummings concept into finding you. This also brings up the fact that I look at James Hughes as my brother, in birth, as I'm sure my enemy Harvey Weinstein feels about his brother I feel about Hughes. This will be regardless of your answer at the end of the project. 
They once claimed this project who wins to marry sva student from fairfield connecticut. 
This was in the beginning in the year 2007 in the summer. When I film the arcade fire music videos. 
I named this notebook Blane that I read the notes from, from the character in pretty in pink. 
I fantasize I'd be this person with you and coke at a party. Or maybe I just want the white suit James Spader wore. It's both. I want that fucking white suit, then my week will be successful. 

I love you 

-caitlin rodriguez husband 

A caitlin rodriguez production 
Little Nemo on HBO 
11/18/2011 
black caitlin heart 
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 389/8 james hughes days 


news reports

caitlin,
I'm at this clear place. My entries keep getting erased. I don't know if this is a pc problem or I need to pay for this service. This reminds me of the apple store or best buy when this happens. I need another ipad. I love you. The vision for you as queen are these mass kerri bradshaw sex and the city posters all along the area near times square and penn station of you or films that I create. I'll make this real. With Hughes.
Send love to williamsburg wherever you are, with hope of love live with animals still stands. Even with amensia I remember this. And real people, our people, bfa from the vision of "cameras" video (m&K) this is no longer a band this is a symbol of humanity I cannot recall in amensia. I love you. Somebody has a truck @ pratt mentioned on the occupy website. I dream that you created this protest to free me, to create mass media attention area for me. But it's more likely Gunnar Agerholm's ghost did this, and Hughes moved me there with the symbol of James Agerholm's chess. This man lives in me, his ghost will guide me I swear to fuck in the name of the love he represents he will guide me in the name of the white lodge and love.
There's good in existence, in my symbol of Tim Robbins. I will write about this later before the storage place closes. My hello kitty watch is one hour ahead. I love you.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/18/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 389/8 james hughes days

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Bloomberg beware occupy is everywhere

Caitlin,
Watch hello kitty. Fuck the people on the other end who speak to me fuck everything I have ever created without my medication fuck the entirety of this project fuck every day I have been without my medication. Fuck forever

-Caitlin Rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez production
Little nemo on hbo
11/17/2011
Black Caitlin heart
The school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 388/8 James Hughes days

This is our park

Caitlin,
I have no interest in staying in new York when this is over I want to follow the revolution. The tv station should exist in Williamsburg so it is prominent to the world. When I am free from Little Nemo I will spend my time with the occupation movement assuring that this revolution continues this is the reason for a tv station to exist. All I can think about is the occupation movement I know this is the reason that everything that has happened to me has happened

Occupy 24/7 I want my humanity restored

Caitlin,
I hate the hands and smell that is invented as body everything evil I have to say against Gunmar. I swore death and fuck off against the people on the other end when I found of his death as Little Nemo (Christopher). I'm being kicked out of AT&T I will tell you this story later and tell myself this will somehow attract Lauren

Ña, mu, myo, ho, ren, ge

Caitlin,
The subject header is the chant father Eric has from Judson memorial church, its my subject header with the belief i can represent christ as an alien the white lodge and my spiritual beliefs as an indigo child while my body is controlled to the level of base functions with the art growing out of people who yell mother fucker through me. I find it personally important as a universalist to represent this and that of the white lodge despite the system that speaks through me always leading to internal hate and destruction (hard for a creature with out throughs. I am the body capitalist shell of Dr. Manhattan with the dream of saving the world if you marry me. I am lonely on mars)
Judson memorial church has taken in the movement giving me a place to stay for the moment. My neighbor from zuccatti entertains with british accent as we wait for a class to finish. The village voice from the Angélika has the remaining Photos from zuccatti before brookfueld turnes on the movement likely from bloomberg pressure. Oxide whipits are seen after by the nyu campus deli i accomplish the mission of a red bull. Im fórced to replace my umbrella with a free one on a hang up at a local restaurante. (the phone i'm using placed voice over as a word replace ment. I want to cry everytime i see a reference to my true profession; film editing, this is my place in the world of my bfa. This project líed to me about spending my cash and has left me mentally ill without my medication. ) i see faile is in the paper. My favorite and a symbol of Hughes and I using art as symbols since 2007 in hells kitchen.
Somebody mentions the handcuffing of our people as a riot today im so deeply offended by this. This is a peaceful revolution. I mention Hughes now he will lead this revolution. The press lies about the medic tent. The metro.
We make an annoucement on the A train. We clap with our hands. This is beauty, this is after my iPod is stolen in the night, i place trust in this guy probably from Washington square Park i'm not sure but this is my fault, this is a moment i attempt to make SVÁ at the movement, i decide the moment means i need to keep faith in Hughes, i need to take control or the people on the
Other end who pretend artwork was created without my medication will win. There has not been anything to write. Im writing from my notes. Im writing about Occupy im writing about the period of time there has been anything to write about as the people on the other end attempt to take control.
I am glad I slept with my people last night i Don't Care about the iPod i Care about having people I believe in who are with me in soul mentality in creating a revolution, people who wear Queens of the Stone Age hoodies. People who have suffered and gone to institutions.
These are my chosen people.
I know this in this moment. Making it through hillvalley i have learned this on a day where i recall the worthlessness of every art piece that i have ever created without my medication, i know that which matters are my people at occupy wall street. I hear in the background baby its cold oitside, this is how al queada was created because Frank Sinatra wanted to fuck women we need a capitalist revolution in Brooklyn with Occupy wall street. We need opinions to fight for news and the lies all media outlets create oitside Amy Goodman of Democracy Now.
Hughes joked last night about pearl forrestor being the women from the committee for zoning/brookfield. Whoever i gained from that dimension helps me in the belief of creating a TV station in Williamsburg. I want to fuck Lauren who will be singing the national anthem at the buffallo bills game for occupy. I Don't instand the concept of sports.
Please somebody bring ben sherman to comfort.
I love you.

-caitlinrodriguezhusband

A caitlin rodriguez production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/17/2011
Black caitlin heart
The School of Visual Arts Church of Silver Tiles Day 388/8 James Hughes Days

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

chess

caitlin,
I wear a red chess on my fall raven bag to represent james hughes and who plays chess to keep me sane and keep my internal child world going. This was in 2006 @ the school of visual arts. At the address on my 14th street id.

i love you.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

james hughes = al

Quantum Leap as a constant reference is my belief that no matter what I fucking go through, a television station will be created out of my eyes through little nemo.
through hughes, u, i.

I love you.



A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/16/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 387/8 james hughes days

evan ballas

caitlin,
evan ballas was definitely not evan ballas in what's left over from the people of hilvalley.
or he has no interest in admitting who he really was.
The people on the other end from hill valley were made of references to childhood.
GreenDay, the green day show that was in central park and I lay on the ground with ABC at the show.
It's the least possible moment within my vision with Hughes I've ever had.
And somebody who pretends to be republican who pretends to be somebody who works for the mayor who may actually work for the mayor says "I'm glad I did this for this kid" (this is in the year 2009. I think. My mind only references the success of events and clothing). This is why living by Brooklyn Bowl was a success. (this is why I replicated this occupation of williamsburg in zuccatti park. Somebody named James Hughes has trained me to occupy nyc. This will be their leader.)

(broadcasting from a captured TV station.)
V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!

That would have been written on a board with a welcome matt at my tent if the nypd didn't attack me.
But somebody saved me from a mass prison sentence, something small is huge now because of what michael bloomberg did to me. So either Hughes or the people we took from bloomberg are undoing the harm bloomberg did to me.

An eastern bag truck is down the street as the police occupy our park.
This is possibly bloomberg's fuck you back to me (after I sent him a digital fuck you, promising him a watergate).

I'm sure I'll mention this again. I love you.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/16/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 387/8 james hughes days

regathering. murdering zuccatti park. yippies or death to city.

caitlin,
My notes start with how James Hughes had to fix my baby world at trinity church, when it becomes too dark I can't make it to the next level. Internally I have to tell myself that I'm Brandon Flowers and I keep telling myself I'm going to roofie women in the future because Paris Hilton's kingdom was a lie (where I'm to lead a group of pdt frat boys, this is a world where I become opposite of me in the night I got roofied with natalie; a reference to a tv show where I drink shrimnoff ice all day, which is also the drink in harlem where james hughes showed me harvey weinstein's psychological attack on me under the name john blarney) there was never a war against Kunal Gupta at Columbia University, I never led an army but ran around N.Y.C. creating art work in this playground mentality with a lie that attacked my mind, this is why I use the roofie note of brandon flowers, this is the way I psychologically represent exiting my mind, a play world where I'm the author the king of the psychological hell of lie that was created by outsiders, by anna soracco, this girl from child hood the people on the other end found. This is somebody's attempt to re-do the same project in Brooklyn we call this Skittles (where the television station is supposed to be @ the pfizer factory and James and I use others logging my eyes on their computer to promote the tv station.)  The key component has always been a television station. When Pearl Forrestor or whoever attempts to re do Hughes project creates a place I'd embody the television station I create a company named slumberland inc named from little nemo, in this world Michael Bloomberg will purchase me anything and I'm therefore told to chose my favorite building. In the earlier incarnation of James Hughes' project it's at the end of hell's kitchen named Little Nemo from the period of time I lived in hell's kitchen in 2007 and am told on the roof top that I'm casted as little nemo and on hbo. (The only way I can attempt to write in a way occupy wall street/humanity will relate is to pretend I'm writing to the cute girl @ occupy wall street with the dreadlocks.
I'm told I become apart of NYU off the feeling that exists from their website (my mind cannot create emotions without my medication, the people on the other end log either old emotions or small psychological emotions such as eating. Deep emotional dept in a community has only been created most recently at occupy wall street). None of this exists (the company I'm told was created by nyu stern) this is a period of time I'm told Tisch is documenting me instead of the school of visual arts which marks the world of hill valley. The point is the key component is always a television station and only makes sense in Williamsburg, Brooklyn (as we do not have one of these yet).
I will be wearing the Brooklyn Bowl t-shirt if you're wondering who I am with my occupy wall street quadraphenia jacket.
I watched direct footage from nbc (the attack of the nypd on our zuccatti park).
This park is the only thing that has brought any form of beauty to new york city in years. I have been forced to live in little memo for a long period of time and the only people I have directly related to is occupy wall street. Everybody else exists through my body where the people on the other end pretend to be people, prior to having caitlin's name as GOD the bloomberg people we found did not help, they now betray the mayor who's affect in my world is to psychologically make me a child. I refer to this as being his republican intern and being hypnotized while wearing preppy clothing in an office with the mayor speaking to me as a child while I'm homeless and afraid to steal for clothing/survival. This is what happened. These people now help me.
I have not seen a community as beautiful as ours in years.  I have not been taken care of or had something that has mattered as much as zuccatti park since the School of Visual Arts (where I was told to drop out in order for this project to create a reality where I failed, became a townie as my girlfriend from when I was 15 did with FIT. I graduate from SVA thus ending the concept that this thing I'm in can control my reality but am never paid and refuse to live with my biological father who beat my mother as a child). You can speak to graffiti art in williamsburg brooklyn but in the end katherin anderson (crow t robot) is made out of my masterbation although somebody took the helm at one point and started to connect the world of body, skittles, me without my medication what I renamed caitlin rodriguez husband. Hughes traded in our robot to kill John Blaney.
Somebody needs to continue work on sarah bergenheim (tom servo) or your other friend who's supposed to create smoking fetish girl artwork on the side of my eye as I walk around NYC. None of these are the real people, it'd be too controversial to let these people in, I suppose not until the people on the other end know I'm going to create a tv channel (but it seems absurd to fail to do this, this is the only thing that will keep williamsburg in the public eye, create seattle, make our scene godhead of all art schools and keep the simple life out of the public mind and the democratic party in control of the three houses. Think of Bill Clinton playing the saxophone in the 1990s on mtv kurt loder era as a tv station. I'm wearing a barak obaama hat in pride of being a democrat. A capitalist who will assure the anarchists have the money to fight michael bloomberg and the nypd. This is a class status affair I will keep my loyalty to my real people, I'm more likely to have an emotional chord to fucking the hot girl with the dread locks than noreen o'toole who's a reference to brooklyn in my mr. bright side video(the version in my world on the bloomberg people's explainatories. These have become references to guide me because of James Hughes' work but I still need to get this off my eye when I get my medication.) A reference to a girl living in brooklyn but none of this makes sense until I can enter brooklyn [noreen]).
When Barak Obaama wins the election I cry and enter a deeper emotional shell something built from my medication which refers to the emotional tears of us winning (at the time I'm pretending to be republican and this is the beginning of hill valley and the art work I create with the seizure which builds a shallow shell of a person, nothing that actually matters). The emotional depth causes me to remember that one of my guesses to what's happening is when i'm in St. Luke's that i'm in one long dream and that this is being documented (and the reason this is named little nemo) because this was my dream candidate and something I was told in hypnosis when I was asked about my biological father and all of my fears as I was forced off my medication. I won't be able to vote unless my placement in society is restored and the people on the other end admit what is happening or I find a way to get a legal nyc idea. All of this requires insomnia.
When I sleep on the 3 train James Hughes flirts with me, he sends me entertaining dreams and he tells me a story that Lauren with the occupation tattoo knows I exist and that I will fuck this girl because he fucked this girl. None of this is true and I tell him this while I'm sleeping. I tell myself I'm of the 99% now and that I will go with the people in the park. That if they leave new york city that I will go with them. I focus on 99% to understand reality. But this wouldn't promote a tv station in williamsburg, brooklyn. Not unless I go  on tour and people know that I exist. This is probably a fantasy of the people who exist on the other end but even Rikers Island promotes Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Or maybe it's knowing this jail. I don't know.
The happy globes inside my mind without my medication need references to old music that I based punk on around the time MTV died when Toby was replaced by Carson Daly (the generation marker). Jesse Kempf is a reference in my mind, from being from connecticut of fake punk, somebody on the other end planned on me becoming this and create artwork but I'm more of a bio mechanical 24/7 logged and captured artist creation, but this is only done by James Hughes. I have no idea what the people on the other end's purpose is. I get clear sentences with new words because of Hughes. I love you caitlin.

-caitlin rodriguez husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/16/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 387/8 james hughes days

zuccatti park

caitlin,
I meet a woman named Karen in the park.  I had the worthlessness of sleep, James Hughes sent me dreams as I did this and I recalled my piercing means vanity, this is the pathway to reality. I used to pretend it meant Paul Raura is dead which I was told inside the Bagel Smith but I don't miss this person, I miss my dorm room. To lose the nostalgia I never had and find your friends/people that matter to me, people from modern day to smoke with and get down, to do something that makes a difference to me something that isn't a conversation about somebody who exists on the other end or my internal symbols (whether or not I believe in love). These are the conversations that aren't worth having in days that mean nothing. I have never needed material from anyone but people say this through my body in the form of an internal television show that haunted me from the set of one hit wonder but this has been created in artwork previously written to you which no evidence exists of but the people on my eye; the museum of modern art paris hilton letters is in this category. Deep down I never wanted to be a Hilton or have anything to do with these people (it was never their cash, it is your cash to do with what you will). I will join the revolution when I am free from this I will tour with occupy after our marriage, if you say no I will have still fulfilled my artistic reason for creating, to purpose to you in art. The only way to make anything of this revolution is to create a television station with this revolution, to keep the revolution constant and forever. I want all of this to go away I want to be returned to the economic status that I previously had. The rain reminds me of my hate for the false television show that never happened with a dead friend. Sleep is worthless when there's so much to do. When I am free from this I will tell you this never happened I will pretend this never was. It only matters how I recall things. The park is empty and needs regathering. My neighbors from another state have lost their medication. You are god may nobody else ever know me, I want my plastic front back to keep the world from reading my thoughts (or attempting to insert them). May I create a front and block the world from knowing me. I will become the king of nu media to marry you. The Sarah O'Donnahuge XMas market is up, from when I purchased a cross in 2006 at xmas and placed the energy of having a crush on her inside this. Inside the cross of jesus as an alien, agate which I believe in (but I'm inside a worthless machine thing that makes me seizure, none of my real beliefs make a difference when people control your body). I am Abbie Hoffman I want my life back.

I love you.

-caitlin rodriguez husband  

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/16/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 387/8 James Hughes days

Monday, November 14, 2011

Caitlin,
I have decided loyalty to the occupy movement.
I read about the problems we have in oakland, I read about the cops spreading complaints about a rape.
These things happen in cities,
I don't know about other cities but I know nobody gives a fuck that I'm trapped in this thing
I speak to people in the air but nobody comes to me directly
somebody named James Hughes found me this
somebody knows in my memory in my second year in top floor A I placed Abbie Hoffman as the background for forecastmazy cd 2. That I used "when the president talks to god"
that I hate the republican party and am the enemy of the neo cons.
They have fed me and they have clothed me, good mod clothing.
The protestors are good looking, they could be sva freshmen.
The drug dealers are charming and will rape women for a million dollars.
I'll go to jail with occupy, fuck the entirety of my nightmare.
You're kingdom is called occupy, not pdt.

-Caitlin Rodriguez Husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/14/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 385/8
james hughes days

occupy wall street morning

caitlin,
As long as nobody moves my hello kitty markers I'll probably be alright (in having a marker place). I place to emblems that I've created for years, your car, you as the princess as a triangle on my tent. Emblems that were created when I found my medication in 2009, when my mind starts to work, when I came up with the concept of the Windsor Mckay family, that pascal would be impie.
The fucking hands sickness attacks me without my medication, the worthless artwork of shit.
I doubt it was you who told me the artwork is great, this is based on my internal thoughts but these are not my own they're built off events. They replaced my childhood with mollusk but this is only useful if I make it to the other side / use the artwork of live with animals on my way to reality. They're going to build the set to the killers starman when I reach the other side.
I write notes on death note because they give me amensia until I find my medication.
I won't be able to remember my love of the man with the russian accent who sounds like Zangchief in the morning who bitches about the biking. Wonderful perfect world of occupy wall street, everyone lives like the maxx of williamsburg, brooklyn. I am a ghost who has lived off the throw aways of our hipster race for years, at least I'm our ghost. At least I'm going to assure you have a tv station.
Your friends will be ceos. I'll use this on the upcoming news week with jerry seinfeld series. I'll leave this scattered around.
Everytime I smell the false smell created digitally I want to murder whoever the fuck exists on the other end.
I've marked the heads of everyone who entered this who is not a new yorker. I cannot respect the creations of a pair of pants where anna soracco claims the closest to the real me is anna. This is the start of the artwork, of the journey, of what I named series 5 the nu bratt pack, where I go searching for parties with my dream art series, a hostage in this who writes to caitlin rodriguez from childhood.
It's brilliant, although nobody owns the artwork.
I need somebody to directly bring me adderall. What was $20 is now $300, it was not meant to be like this but without this I will stay trapped in time.
I'm at J&R and I hear the man selling products mention prosumer computers. I want to kill everybody who has left me in this shit, I'm down to using fucking markers. I want my 17" computer back, I want my fucking macbook pro. I want editing.
I want to meet Jay Rabinowitz who first subscribed me my medication.
Who represents my vision of life, everything should be like Requiem for a Dream.
Life is made of editing.

I love you.
I send love from occupy wall street, the maxx of williamsburg brooklyn is now an occupier.
Found nugget hook up as well.

-Caitlin Rodriguez Husband

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on hbo
11/14/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 385/8 james hughes days

today's progress: santa clause added to tent. This is a reference to Little Nemo the comic series. This has become a reference to past fine artists. To ABC Del No Rio (who inspired my vision of the art alongside Lydia Lunch <- a tribute to forefather hipsters of the east village / cbgb).
A tribute to Hughes whever you are good sir and the year 1985.

They should kill you in this thing if you run out of your medication.

I met a yippie today, an old yippie. Abbie Hoffman loves his forefathers.
I am Abbie Hoffman. Nothing I create as caitlin rodriguez husband counts as the artwork of little nemo.
I don't believe in the sarah ritch art pride. And I hate the fucking film thumbsucker.

Long live michael alig.

Friday, November 11, 2011

joe flaherty

caitlin,
This woman on the other end who makes brilliant references but has these fights with me sent me this guy in my sleep as a reference to something that would be cool in williamsburg. Like Duckie would be, not the actor but the guy who plays Duckie.
For so fucking long I've waited to find this person but it's brilliant because this is the letter given to marty mcfly before he goes back to the old west. This is where I am in terms of this being a game and getting the medication, the sort of tools I'm working with and being forced to steal, lacking a nyc id and only having my dorm room address on my replacement id, all of this represents my progress. These are the references that tie me to reality and help me to understand where I'm at. The world leaving the Harvey Weinstein universe a world where I don't pretend that I seizure willingly, I've been forced to do this for years it destroys all emotions and then also forces me to sleep if it can. It is the lowest psychological function of a human. <-> this is where I learn to reread everything that I'm saying. Because whoever has existed on the other end has not wanted me to fully explain myself. Although they seem to hint at this but I learn this from my 2008 blog. I explained little nemo to somebody today who liked hello kitty. Let this continue from where it was as a symbolic entry ->

All of this is hindered by sleep and only made possibles (to get to the end of this via living at occupy wall street). I'd like to pretend this is the woman who lived at 47 metropolitan avenue during the period of time I live outside but this is not possible as this person has been with me longer than Harvey Weinstein. This is the person who was there the day my personality and mind snapped / the moment that is paralleled when I had the medication inside of me and I have this reflective moment in fairfield anent the Einstein outside sweet rexie's and I realize I have to find you at the end of little nemo and give you all of the cash that I live in a world where I'm lied to and I tell myself I'm Gunnar Agerholm. This is one of the few moments and the only moment my ego is able to block people from entering it. This is how it was in the beginning. I'm literally building a personality.

Crane Street grows with medication (purity symbols if not given the seizure. Then I can reach the real religion, the seizure I'm forced to and have no choice it serves no purpose but destroying all emotions).

I love you.

Returning to occupy now.

-Caitlin Rodriguez Husband

All art colors of purity / happiness as body / later level with medication is based on the graffiti art of williamsburg brooklyn particularly all the art at live with animals (which they now are tearing down. I need to visit the cats but I need the medication first.)

A Caitlin Rodriguez Production
Little Nemo on HBO
11/11/2011
black caitlin heart
the school of visual arts church of silver tiles day 382/8 james hughes days

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