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April 2018

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(29) Check Me Out.

(30) A Little Wendy House And A Big Warehouse.
(31) Perfect Connection.
(32) Open Mic.
(33) I Laugh : O
(34) Move On.
(35) A Paper Chase.
(36) Up In The Galary.
(37) My Deception.
(38) Where The Rich And Famous Live.
(39) I Do?
(40) Semi Retirement.
(41) Off Of His Head.
(42) Detraction.
(43) Hail The King!
(44) College Life.
(45) Disaster Hospital.
(46) May I Interject?
(47) A Spark In Her Hand.
(48) Heart Space.
(49) Aquasitions Of Wealth And A Guilty Pleasure Of Mine.
(50) A Parody.
(51) Every Little Thing.
(52) Just Me.
(53) *Little Miss Ditsy*
(54) Move On ------>
(55) Such Depths.
1-4-18

(29) Check Me Out.

All because of Paxo I am well and truly stuffed. I go through this
feeling, a place where I can be.

I have to go and collect all spiritual matters. I feel the presence of

people all around me. I feel the presence of those spiritual
matters that find me and face me. I see a face look at me.

2-4-18

(30) A Little Wendy House And A Big Warehouse.

This house that I work in was once Wendy's house. I can tell that
by the way the hall way is that leads to the bedroom. That means
that we must be in the village of Billinghay.

I am chatting to this lass who is an estate agent. There is a lad with

glasses who told her to find my niece and nephew a decent house.
"Find them a cheap house." I heard the lad with glasses tell her
earlier. She tells me how cheeky the lad with glasses is and then
she asks me about my niece and nephew.

I find myself inside this big warehouse. I am walking along when a

big truck slams into a wall behind me and just misses me! I do not
know what these warehouse walls are made of but this truck has
just ricocheted off of this wall. And then another little green
dumpy lorry goes head on into this big warehouse wall. This lorry
just bounces back with a little jump in the air, stopped dead in its
tracks. There are some old blokes going crazy in this big
warehouse now. "They are going to kill themselves! They are
crazy!" I hear one of the old blokes exclaim as these blokes rally
around in response to these crazy drivers. I do not know what
these old blokes think that they can do. I am just in fear of my life
now as I walk back through this warehouse the way that I have
just been. I evaluate the safest route out whilst keeping a good
look out for any more rouge trucks that might run me over in this
big warehouse.

4-4-18

(31) Perfect Connection.

I am just following this lad as he is talking. His talking synchronises
perfectly with where we are at this time. How does he do that? I
follow him through the winding Devon roads, through city and
countryside alike. Up hills and along cliff tops his talking never
falters. It always matches the landscape. It always follows in
perfect connection.

A few years later and I have a PHD in the local arts.

6-4-18

(32) Open Mic.

I can hear a stoned version of the Tenacious D song 'Tribute.' Every
chord and every note is played to perfection. We just follow it
along and enjoy the ride, as we listen to Mitch sing this song. A
man so ill that he is barely alive. "Where are all the women?" We
ask ourselves. We need more women.
(33) I Laugh : O
There is a man with a brolly. (I laugh) "I know he has been doing
that all day. I do not know what he thinks he is doing!" Says a
voice from out of the clear of the blue.

For some reason it is funny. A man with a brolly brisk and gay
walking along with nothing to say. (I laugh) But I do not know why
that is funny, but it is.

(34) Move On.

We are on the beach and we are working out ways in which to
move on. We write a song, a verse and a chorus. We sing so strong
and we repeat, 'Move On!' In the pebbles and the stones and the
sand on the beach. We all move on and you know that can't be
wrong. In the sandiness of times. In the turning of the tide we
stick to our goals and we all move on, move on, move on.

7-4-18

(35) A Paper Chase.

I draw a gorilla that represents my mood. In black and white I
draw these pictures. Then I encounter this gorilla. In his
stealthiness he draws himself, a black and white gorilla drawing.
He leaves it out for me to find. Gorilla drawings lay around in all of
his different moods. So when you find a gorilla drawing then you
know he is close around. He is stealthy and quick on the draw, but
he cannot be found. In reality he is hidden and he does not make
a sound, but in his stealthiness he is telling you what's what. So
when you see that gorilla drawing letting out a raw. It is only a
drawing in black and white telling you what for.

GORILLA
<(o)> <(o)>
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8-4-18

(36) Up In The Galary.

I am at Sharon Taylor's house with her and her mum. I keep doing
things wrong. I keep knocking things off. I keep knocking things
over. Sharon and her mum are very patient with me and they
make a joke out of my ineptitude.

I have some stuff in the fridge but I need a number code to get
into it. I notice that someone else puts the code into the fridge
and then they get inside. So I quickly glance at the fridge code that
is written on the inside of the open fridge door. I am aware that
this bloke is watching me. I know that he knows what I am doing
as I read off the number to myself, I am struggling to memorise
this long digit number.

I go to a meeting. Sharon says "You don't want to go there, it's

boring." I hear a woman behind me at this meeting and I hear her
talk passionately about her grades. I think to myself, 'It's for
people who think that qualifications matter.' But when I listen to
her she is just spouting off letters and numbers and grades that
she has got. It means nothing to me.

So I go off and I follow Sharon Taylor. "That's my work." Sharon

tells me pointing up to some paintings. "The big one's mine she
says proudly."
"That's your painting." I say surprised.

"Ssshhh!" She quickly responds. "No one's supposed to know

whose painting it is." I look at the painting of a big fat pig in mud.
Sharon Taylors name is not on the display, but she has a
pseudonym, so that no one knows who has done this painting.

"That's just typical of these times! Why can't people just paint and
show their work off and not put other names on their work?" I
spout off and I make my point passionately and with indignation.

I catch a glimpse of a twenty pack of three fives, state express,

(555). They are in a pocket in the side of my ruck sack bag and as I
am walking along I think to myself, 'I have not had a smoke in a
long time.' But then I remember my last smoke and it was not that
long ago really.

9-4-18

(37) My Deception.
We are setting up a disco function. I have got jobs to do, but I am
not sure what it is that they want me to do. I do not even know
who this do is for. I would not recognise him if I saw him.

There is a man walking around with one foot and a small hard hat
on. He looks like a shoe with a small hard hat on top. He gets
around though. I stop to talk to him for a while to see if I can get
any ideas of what I should be doing here. I tell him what he looks
like. His hard hat moves up and down when he talks to me. He
makes me smile.
There is a tall man in charge. He comes up to me and he speaks to
me, "If there is aggression within you then it will come out of
you." He tells me. "If someone has been opened up to violence
then that violence will come out. I am worried about Paul." The
man continues, "I think that he might have been opened up to
violence." The man nods over into Pauls direction as he speaks.
Paul is manning the bar serving drinks. I think to myself, 'He knows
about my behaviour. He knows that I have kicked off recently and
that is why he is telling me all this. It is the violence of my past
that as come out of me and he knows this.' I feel a little ashamed
of myself now, how I have let my bad behaviour creep in when I
get stressed out. I am not the placid man who I appear to be.

11-4-18

(38) Where The Rich And Famous Live.

I have this big car dryer. I go around drying cars. I go to famous
and rich peoples drive ways and dry their cars. I put the car dryer
above the car. The dryer is as big as the car and it just hovers
there. So as it hovers above the car it drys it. It is quite strange
because all of these rich peoples driveways are all next to each
other. It must be a district where only rich and famous people live.

There is a red motorbike that comes along and it advertises beds.

It has a side car on it and this side car is a bed with a mattress on
it. The motorbike rider is riding it up and down the curb stones.
The mattress on the side car bed jumps up and down every time
he hits curb stones. There is a clear plastic sheet blowing in the
draft off this matters, as he moves along this rich and famous
neighbourhood.
Next there is a herd of white hobbie horses who come out from
nowhere. Hundreds of them in and out of driveways. They migrate
across this neighbourhood with their white manes flopping
around as they move along and all the rich and famous people are
hiding well indoors, as this is all captured on television.

12-4-18

(39) I Do?
"I've got twelve lords a leaping!" I find myself saying.

"Are you alright?" I am asked from the ethereal beyond.

"No not really." I reply.

I have my towel around me and I am doing my best here. I am

singing you see. There is someone within me, a presence about
me, but I know not who they are. I have been deep within myself
and now I am up here as I sort myself out from a place so remote
that I am truly hard to find.

There could have been marriage, but how did it come to this, as I
stand on these green green lawns, I do. For she is the presence
about me, but I know not who she is and I know not why I am
here. I do NOT.

15-4-18

(40) Semi Retirement.

Hello I am Gary's carer. I work these odd hours in the dark winter
months so that I may be free for the summertime months to
come. I climb these steep Devon hills so that I may do my work
here. Just like I have always done so many times before. I sleep
these odd hours so that I may be free in the summer sunshine and
so that I may use those summer sunshine hours for myself. With
six months on and six months off. With full time work in the
winter and free time for the summer months to come. To be free
to do what I want to do. This is my personal retirement plan of
action for me.

(41) Off Of His Head.

He seems a bit wreckless. We chat for a while, as I fill in the diary. I
draw lines with a biro and sometimes I ink in between those lines
that I have drawn, as we chat. The plastic on the cover is coming
off of this diary. As we chat this man and I, I go along with him, all
that he says. But there is something about him that does not ring
true. I listen to him speak as I do the paperwork. As he talks
something is surely not right. He is a little off hand. A little out of
his head as he spouts off. I listen as he talks. So then we decide to
go out for a drive, but there is something about him that I am not
sure about, as I fill in the diary with my biro between the lines that
I have drawn. As I colour in with my ink pen, as I think then, 'This
man is off of his head.'

(42) Detraction.
I demonstrate something to Andy that is mathematical in nature.
But it soon becomes clear that I am number blind. I cannot do the
arithmetic. I take too long working out the numbers. I struggle
with the numbers and this is an embarrassment to me you see.
This is what undermines my credibility. This is what detracts
people from listening to me. This is what detracts people from
acknowledging what I have to say. But I know. I know what I mean,
even if that is not how it would seem.

Floating Base Arithmetic:

floating base b is equal to the highest digit in a number plus one.

Therefore the floating base of the following numbers are:

12 ---> base b=3 ---> 5base10

673 ---> base b=8 ---> 443base10
10 ---> base b=2 ---> 2base10
8765544321 ---> base b=9 ---> 3432370645base10

So an example of using floating base in arithmetic:

12 + 14 = (1x3^1 + 2x3^0) + (1x5^1 + 4x5^0) = 5 + 9

= 1110 or 112 or 32 or 24 or E
There are five possible solutions: 1110 or 112 or 32 or 24 or E in
bases 2,3,4,5 and F (base 15) respectively.

22 in base 6 would be a correct answer but because 2 is the

highest digit, this answer is in base 3 using the rules for floating
base arithmetic and so it is an incorrect floating base answer.

All possible floating base numbers from 0 to 15:

 n
0|0
1|1
2 | 10, 2
3 | 11, 3
4 | 100, 4
5 | 101, 12, 5
6 | 110, 20, 6
7 | 111, 21, 13, 7
8 | 1000, 22, 8
9 | 1001, 14, 9
10 |1010, A
11 |1011, 102, 23, 15, B
12 |1100, 30, C
13 |1101, 31, 16, D
14 |1110, 112, 32, 24, E
15 |1111, 120, 33, 17, F
---------------------------------------------
| P1 Pn, P4, P3, P2

Patterns That Form From Possible Floating Base Numbers:

* First pattern P1:

(binary pattern).
Every number n can be represented as a floating base number in
binary (base 2).

* Second Pattern P2:

(nth number pattern in base n+1).
Every number n can be represented as a single digit in base n+1.
* Third Pattern P3:
(1a in base (a+1) pattern).
This is where 2a+1=n, therefore n is an odd number when n is
equal to or greater than 5.

* Fourth Pattern P4:

(ax in base (a+1) pattern).
This is where x+2a+2=n.

* nth Pattern Pn:

There are other patterns yet to be defined at higher values of n.

TO BE CONTINUED

16-4-18

(43) Hail The King!

Apparently, he is a Scottish king and for some reason I get away
with a lot of things, so I am told, but I am careful not to push him
too far. I do not like to get too embroiled in the politics here.

"It is neem to be here."

I introduce the king's word here. I know that it is his word and that
is why have said it. Maybe it will give me some much needed luck.

I am told by two guards what to do, They try to push me around,

but I am cocky. I know the king you see and so they do not push
me too far. I know the king and so I am privileged in this king's
company.
17-4-18

(44) College Life.

I am at college here, but I do not really feel that I fit in. I feel a
little awkward as I walk around this building. In the library I try to
find something of interest. I just meander around this college. I
see a woman, she looks nice, but she talks about her husband and
I reflect on the fact that I am single as I listen to her conversation
with someone who I do not know. In the library there is a lad
there who is quite vocal and he speaks to me about something or
other, then another lad tells him to shut up. I feel a little awkward
again. I just give the lads a wry smile. I have known these lads for a
few years now, but it is not like I grew up with them. I have a quick
glance out of a college window that shines the brightness of the
day through it as I walk past it and I reflect on my aspie ways: The
way that I only half fit in here, the awkwardness with which I
approach those people who are around me, but 'hay ho!' That is
the college life that I have here and that is just the way that it is.

20-4-18

(45) Disaster Hospital.

I am sent into a hospital to clean it up. Everyone in this hospital
has been pulverised. Apparently everyone in this hospital has
been sucked up into the ventilation system before being released
as a sloppy mangled human mess on the floor. It is eary here. I
came into this hospital on my own but since then I have met up
with two women to help me clean this mess up. So as we clean up
the sloppy human remains on this hospital floor, I listen to them
talk. They talk about ethnicity. They talk about a small area of the
world, a small population. I do not hear everything that they say
but I do hear them mention Bahrain. They say that it is just one
small area in the world that is causing so much trouble. I am just
listening and I am not sure about what they are saying. I just clean
up the sloppy human remains on this hospital floor and I listen to
them talk.

21-4-18

(46) May I Interject?

There is an injection that I have to give, but I am unsure. All the
medical paperwork regarding this has to be removed and then
replaced with new medical paperwork that shows dates and
signatures, but I am not confident about changing this paperwork.
The paperwork is thick like a book with many pages and it is this
that I am unsure about. I go over and over it in my mind's eye, but
there is something not right here.

22-4-18

(47) A Spark In Her Hand.

I have travelled so many miles across this land and now I am here
to put everything into this laundry. To put everything into this big
industrial steam train of a wash. On the tracks of this big old
railway wash. The children's clothes are all laid out in a line as
they go through this process and I notice a little trick. I notice a
woman she has hidden beneath some old clothes, something of
importance that she does not want me to see. In the blink of an
eye she takes from beneath a pile of these old clothes something
of importance you see. As quick as a flash, like a spark in her hand
she lights up hope in the dark. I just sit there all still on my perch
on a hill as I watch in the night and her flash of bright light. As she
reveals to me a spark in her hand and I pretend not to notice you
see.

(48) Heart Space.

Our politicians are homeless. They have no home in Westminster.
Our politicians have been bought out. Parliament has sold out.
You only have to look at the records to know that this is true.

There has been discussions, but I do not know what has been said.
This corruption is all pervasive and I can see just how it has
spread. Democracy does not work you see. It will split your
country apart. We should all find another way and make it from
the heart. <3

24-4-18

(49) Aquasitions Of Wealth And A Guilty Pleasure Of Mine.

I am playing a game and it is all done through the post office.
There are little square peices of paper with writing on that you can
get from the post office. The writing on these little pieces of paper
explain what each little piece of paper is worth. With some you
may be able to collect money and with others you get money off
of a purchase in a shop. It all varies.

I get my hands on a pot full of these little square pieces of paper.

There is a lot of competition between people to aquire these little
pieces of paper and I am in a pot full of them. I am going through
these little peces of paper deciding which ones are valuable and
which of these I will take, but there are people around me who
want to delve pot too. So quickly I take some of the best little
pieces of paper. Those that are most valuable and then I pass the
pot along.

Later I find this card all wrapped in clear plastic and inside there is
a sticky and sweet pastry with sultanas, nuts and raisens. I do not
know whose this is but I take a bite as I slide this pastry through
the plastic and the card and it is sweet and nice. As I walk around
this room full of people eating this pastry I wonder whose pastry I
am eating. I hope that no one will notice so I quickly take another
big bite of this pastry and it is delicious, but it is not mine so
quickly I scoff it all, crinkleing the noisy plastic packaging and this
is my guilt pleasure. I have taken from someone but I know not
who. This pastry has been so nice. It was something that I just had
to do. I place the empty cardboard packaging between two books
on a bookcase hoping that no one will ever know just what I have
done.

25-4-18

(50) A Parody.
I am walking around this place with some other people. We have
got this frame to put together. These hollow aluminium tubes just
slot together. We are finding these pieces to slot together on the
ground all over this place, as we wander and we search and we
work out just exactly which bit slots into which bit.

Everything is leading to a show that we are all in. This show

involves 1970's punk rock music from back in the day. There is a
sexy female involved and she is lovely. She is visually stunning in
her sexy underwear.
Someone has just said that they are going to put on the same
show with a low budget. It will be very much similar to the proper
show except that there is no lovely sexy female. He says that there
will be just himself masterbating to the Sham 69 song 'Hurry Up
Harry.' And he starts to sing this song: "Hurry up Harry come on!"

27-4-18

(51) Every Little Thing.

I am raging. Every little thing that gets me, gets me angry. All the
little things that add up. The people who taunt me. They attack
me for my ways and they surprise me. Jackie she turns on me. She
does not like my ways. I say something and she attacks me. I really
try to keep my cool, but then I blow. I lose my patience. I shout
back. I follow Jackie in an old church building. I tell her, "get lost!" I
show her a different way out of this old church building. She really
makes me mad.

The roof is held up with wooden beams and they are lose. I try to
fix them, but I make things worse and then my dad tells me, "Do
not do that!" And I blow. I lose it.

"Well you sort it out then!" I yell out loud because I am angry.
"You fix the roof!" I rage out loud as the roof comes tumbling
down and there is anger at the slightest thing, but that is me.

I know that these people are good people, but they get me so
fucking mad! With my dad and Jackie, I lose it, I blow my fucking
top! I do not mean to rage so hard, but once I start I cannot stop.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!"
(52) Just Me.
We live on a pool. We float around on lilos. I like to avoid
everything that I can. I laze around on my lilo floating around. If I
hear someone around, I kick off on the sides of this pool and I
float away. This pool is so big. It is massive you see. I listen around
to what is going on. I hear the other people talking in the distance.
They float on afar and I avoid them. It is just my lilo and I floating
around on this pool. Alone on these waters it feels so cool. I am
free you see. Alone on these waters it is just me. I am remote and
afloat and this is how I like it to be. Just me to float and be free.
Just me, you see.

(53) *Little Miss Ditsy*

How has she gotten herself into that position? She is driving her
car and she has done a strange manouver. She has found herself
facing the wrong way. She is stuck at the traffic lights. She
reversed her car when the traffic lights went red and now she is
facing the wrong way. I see her looking in her wing mirror for the
traffic lights to change. She is facing the car that has pulled up
behind her. How embarrassing! Little miss ditsy is arse about face
at the junction : ) Sometimes she gets herself wrong, but I love
her so much. <3

28-4-18

(54) Move On ------>

I am waiting in time to write down my experience. To write up
how all the energies have been:

I get a sense of a French female dressed all in pink. She has long
curly platinum blonde hair. She is quite old and she has a little
dog. I take my turn to move on from her life. I fill out my report for
the next soul to come along. For the next soul to work from my
place. To fill out my space with new energies. To breath life into
this poor girls blue life as we awaken her spirit along. ----->

Nothing Left To Say.

There's a river running free

down to the salty sea.
There are puddles in my mind,
my thoughts I cannot find.

There's so much rain

that it washes me away,
dilutes my brain
until I've nothing left to say.

I try to make a speech,

but I stand here so cold and wet.
I stumble over words
I cannot get there yet.

My silence condemns me.

It makes me look a fool.
They say,
"That mute boy he's so dumb."
As I drown here in this pool.
They say,
"That mute boy he's so dumb.
He's just another fool."
But, there's a river running free
down to the salty sea.
There are puddles in my mind,
my thoughts I cannot find.

There's so much rain

that it washes me away,
dilutes my brain
until I've nothing left to say.

29-4-18

(55) Such Depths.

All of my dreams join up on the opposite side of the road from the
sea. Like a pencil scribble joining dots to dots. So this is my way
within mathematical less ness.

There is so much more to this, but its meaninglessness has

superseded its abstraction into forgetfulness. I find myself at a loss
to explain. I find that I have lost a part of myself to an
incomprehensible spaceless, timeless abstraction. Such is the
depths of this consciousness.

The astral is a spaceless mathematical less ness. This is where Art

becomes the medium. This is where Science becomes lost
because there is no measurement.

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A Mathematical Space:
Through me, a new space is created. Within mathematics through
me, a new space is created from the Art of that spaceless
mathematical less ness of astral intelligence.

A Trisquare.
A trisquare is a shape within a space, but that space is not the
same as physical space. A trisquare is a shape within two
dimensions within this 'new space shape' that does not mirror a
two dimensional physical space, because it has different
properties. A trisquare has some of the properties of a triangle,
square and circle.

Trisquare Properties.
A trisquare has three sides with three internal angles. Each of
these angles is a square angle. The distance from each vertex to its
opposite side is equal in length all along the line of that opposite
side and so a trisquare has the properties of a triangle, square and
circle respectively.

A Hexcircle.
The picture below is a representation of a hexcircle. The hexcircle
is not in the realm of this space and so this is just an approximate
representation. In this new space a circle and a hexagon is the
same shape and so we get the hexcircle.
A hexcircle is a circle made up of six trisquares. It is a circle with six
square internal angles. It is a circle with a circumference with a
length six times the radius. It is a circle with an area six times that
of its trisquare.

And so a new geometry begins.

The square and square root of a trisquare in this new two

dimensional space is similar to the square and square root of a
square in a standard two dimensional space.
The picture above shows that a trisquare with side length of two is
made up of four smaller trisquares. This gives an arithmetic that is
the same as with geometry in standard space. If the side length of
a trisquare is x then its area is equal to x squared.

The above picture could equally be of a trisquare with sides of one

that are split into two halves. This gives a model of a geometry in
rational space. In this case where x equals one half then x squared
equals one quarter which makes sense.

Below is a pictorial representation of a two dimensional space of

hexcircles made up of six trisquares that use the new
mathematical space that has been explained above which is a
different mathematical space to that of standard two dimensional
space.
'New Space Geometry' Is Elliptic.
Area A of a hexcircle has the formula six times the radius squared,
A=6r^2. The circumference C of a hexcircle has the formula six
times the radius, C=6r. If we work out C/A then we get C/A=1/r.
This is the ratio of circumference to area and determines how new
space geometry lies on the spectrum of geometrical spaces
between hyperbolic and elliptic.

Comparing the above with a circle in standard space geometry

then we get: The circumference of a circle divided by the area of a
circle = C/A = 2/r. Therefore we find that new space geometry is a
more elliptic geometrical space than standard space geometry.

If we say that standard space geometry (physical space geometry)

is parabolic which is exactly between hyperbolic and elliptic on the
spectrum of geometrical spaces then we have something to work
from.

The motivation behind creating new space geometry is to invent a

geometry that does not use pi. The theory here is that pi is a value
that is related to physical space and what I have termed standard
geometry. The theory is that pi is only important because we have
based our mathematics on the properties of physical space.

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May 2018

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