Music is my favorite type of artform

I have been listening to artists Lucy Rose, The Enemy, Charlene Soraia and a few others. Music has been an evolving experience.. I grew up on rock and roll and country, and passed on to trip hop and electronic music, and i feel I have discovered every genre now… I would like to say that my favorite type of music is the type that makes me feel alright in an exotic pleasant way. I remember listening to Death Cab for Cutie’s – I will follow you into the dark, Jack Johnsons – Turn your love, Bob Marley and Nirvana feeling their emotions cross over to me – reading Kurts Biography Heavier than Heaven and coming across the Internet conspiracies of his death…. Music pieces that I love are those that express sadness or happiness, ones that get you pumped with anger and further my meaning to go forward and onto the nether of our existence.. Begging for Thread by Banks… Dangerous by Big Data. Cakes’ The Distance. My favorite music are songs that tell love stories. Listening to one song every now and then… I used to record the stereo on a tape deck to be able to hear it later… Now we have the convenience of streaming our music, downloading it through iTunes… Moving across genres is an evolutionary change… To listen to something like the Foo Fighters Everlong to something like James Blake’s Retrograde… I still have memories from 311’s Amber and I guess now that all the music has been fragmented… But the emotions are the same. Albums like Jamie XX’s Gosh and Flume’s really take a bite from our emotions in a cheap way… They are mastered diligently, so they are in deed cool to hear every month or so… They are my power albums. The ones I would say have more potency than the rest because sound that conveys feelings through frequency alteration of the mind or sounds that affect your minds ability to think are genius. After all… Sound releases endorphins in your mind to create dopamine. It’s not the same as my old music however. For me, the tracks that I find most pleasurable… are Bon Ivers Skinny Love, Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, Lana Del Rey’s Ultraviolence, Michael Jackson’s I just can’t stop loving you , Charlene Soraia’s When we were five, and tracks that leave you in a trance slowly, music is like a drug. If mastered perfectly, say using bineural simulation, you can achieve a state of mind so finely tuned that you can cross lands through astral projection using the right frequencies… You can expand your mind slowly, open your mind to new experiences, but all is to be done in moderation, after all – every generation goes through instrumental shifts… The ones I enjoy today the are dark synths, a low bassline, with calming waves and light pianos and guitars carried by a sweet voice of a femme.


The Man Who Built The World

We are a collective conscious. On a global scale, It’s hard to centralize everyone’s ideas on the internet except on one site. Reddit. The online community stores your ideas and they are seen by the masses. When I need to know how someone feels about something, I don’t just google it. I reddit. I search Instagram, find periscopers, tumblrs, and tweets about it. I read articles about everything I am about to include in my life, or keep to complain about… My AT&T ISP, Sony’s lack of work on their products, people I choose to follow, people I am ignored by, everything I do, and you do, if you are in one of my feeds and I am browsing it, is in our mind for a few seconds- if a thought is formed… If we can even conceive one from the amount of data we consume each day we make something of it or move on. Our minds work together to buffer out ideas and churn emotions regarding certain patterns of words or pixels into agreements, with which we discern who is trustworthy or what is defined as cool or just okay. The world runs first on trust, of intellect, and idea scouring who can create a better tomorrow, or destroy it in the fastest way possible. This is why, when i see something I first define it as a subject connected to a bigger entity, that is everyone has a personality and we try to define ourselves with what we connect with… Simplicity – Apple, Cars- Forza, Future – Minimalism, not just with people around us. We have an infinite imagination to pursue what we like, or create for others to enjoy as well. I am a fan of almost everything good on earth, but I am also conservative. I don’t upgrade my phone every year. I don’t use high energy appliances, I don’t drive my car just to drive it. I don’t buy foods I won’t eat, and I don’t make things for others if it’s a temporary feeling. The world made by man is an outcome of your personality and what drives you to understand things. If you are passionate about something, it will be the best idea because you had the least experience with it from the beginning. Fields like AC units, solar panels, electric cars… The industries of the future are autonomous and equipped to be lead by quantum computer programs that dictate how a product sells, will it be in stock, should the machines create more, plant more, or less. The world is not just about consuming. It’s about using the resources to their highest potential. Not just from a buisness standpoint, but as an engineers view, an animals view, a homeless mans view. Life is full of people in so many positions that we take everything we have for granted, but without our clothes and our devices… We are just one conscious of the entire worlds population. 

The man who built the world of tomorrow builds the universal language of Augmented Reality, the bending of the dream world and the real world into one where things will be different for everyone based on their personalities and you will have to accept their visions in yours. The world of tomorrow is… Having someone clothe you in their vision of excellence, morph your body into their liking, and simulate the past or future in their mind not through imagination but by use of software. Take a note of the game skyrim, left for dead, and add mods. You can now do whatever you want and your body means nothing anymore. All that will matter then is how you talk, what you like, and how much of the world gravitates towards you, like Michael Jackson did without technology, if he looked any different, he would still be Michael Jackson.

What about, Love? Chapter 4

In our home, the glass windows changed to black and rendered a virtual sky above us with aura’s of all colors. Madison was laying down on the sofa with siri’s device.

Do you want to visit our old home?

Wouldn’t want to miss it.

Siri turned off the TV as I sat down next to Madison waiting for Siri to bring up my bed from the ground. I sat down and looked at Madison, she asked me “What?” looking up at me.
I felt like telling her I was afraid of going to the wrong place but we always found each other at our old home so I said… Nothing, and smiled back. She layed down and shut her eyes as my psycho-tricorder glowed a subtle blue hue around the gems ear piece.

As time passed on, the solfeggio frequencies played together ascending from low to high in a circular quantum form, then it guided us by sound into our bodies light vehicles… Where I thought of our old home in Sim City. Siri had geometrically learned the dimensions and their wavelengths so she played them through our minds and we visualized them like bats when they used to exist. In our minds we had no longer taken the bodies of our digital selfs but instead of our physical selfs, however we kept morphing into other being figures… Our bodies were made of light and shapes and at one moment Madison looked like a stranger I had only seen for a second on a screen when I was younger. I felt the presence of someone who had existed trying to be in my subconscious dream with Madison. But Siri was programmed to only allow matching frequencies to co-exist in our reality. It was actually me and Madison’s minds that were not up to par with Siri’s… Because if we asked her to join our dream she would have probably become the talking house she is, or build an endless hotel of rooms and rooms of people from all over the universe that we could visit if we downloaded their dimensions ideas and shifted our light bodies frequencies to theirs.

Madison asked, “Do you remember who you were in Sim City?”

I don’t. I left home each day in the morning when the sun came up and sped myself up through work… It was all a blur by night.

Her light kept shifting to different colors. “We met on a virtual server hosted by a trillionaire. Do you remember that day?”

I remember visiting the mall and thinking I did not have enough virtual money to get you a present for your birthday. I remember the host saying you were pretty and even then you chose me over him. I feel like you missed out on a lot…

Reality is not as important as it used to be. Virtuality took over and it led us here through neuroscience. Spirituality is the bending of our minds and nature, what is of life other than a lower dimension than is this one and the ones paralleling away from those of gods among us?

We were not daemonic by nature, we were forced to believe in ideas of the dead and most of us were trapped by the wicked. If it wasn’t for the apocalypse things would have always been the same generation after generation, the re-birth of Christ was never in the hands of the churches either. Martin Luther King Jr was not Christian…

I drifted away.

No World Order

I’m 21 years young. I’ve never had a close friend so I reached out to the world and the world said fuck you too. I locked the door to my room because I was dreaming too big and I had to plan how I was going to slave myself if I couldn’t lead, let’s face it, I hate shitty CEOs like that of Samsung or Microsoft. And if you can’t tell we live in Satan’s world, the world of Robert Morris, and his people in Europe, you’re lost. They’re lost too. They worship a cube on Saturn, haha. A portal of time and all the dimensions in this universe, remember it’s not in your mind unless it’s manifested from another dimension- of mine, yours, theirs, etc.

It got me thinking Martin Luther king was just here to make everyone in America slaves and when they disobey Russia will nuke the richest of them all, what you can’t tell he studied Gandhi? Swadeshi. What. He wasn’t a prophet, he was a worker. His dream wasn’t to enslave everyone, not just the African Americans, not the whites, the Hispanics, he was made. Play Bioshock Infinite, he’s like the false prophet. Elizabeth was born with deamonic powers to rip dimensions through time, he was after that. Jesus believed in freedom of beliefs. He wouldn’t use churches of the Vatican to promote anti-slavery, he had no religion because Jesus descended from heaven, Martin was trying to ascend and become like an Egyptian god.

So they walked for themselves. Into a trap that some assholes in Washington sent him to and then they assassinated him.

The wrong people give a fuck about Wall Street, powers are never gained there.

My childhood never met todays dreams like my generation left falling for education when Steve Jobs made a call. Obama’s administration probably poisoned him with shrimp and since then I’ve been rebuilding myself. Even if I feel like fire, I can handle it.

I’m not like you, I don’t want to sell a product unless it’s met it’s final form and it’s augmented reality state – in pixels- products don’t have fixed dimensions and even then I don’t want to sell you a good product cause I think about bad products, how augmented reality will kill millions of jobs and only food, electricity, and roads will be all that remain before it’s all gone, and I think those people… the assemblers… they worked so hard to have some idiot with followers say they can’t eat bread tomorrow. My uncle was laid off the printing press, my dad worked in a factory, my mom still works because he left her and I will never forgive him, so I have to sit here and review some high-end (no matter how good it is) piece of shit toy to make others richer and not us, the workers.. Yeah.

So we struggle today so we can enjoy tomorrow. Today I have bills to pay because your generation and that beginning after the 1950s believed a paper had a meaning, now it’s digital so I’m just waiting till hackers start blocking online access to banks, can’t take this anymore, could have been the creator of utorrent and secretly mine virtual coins with your computers. Look who’s made them rich? Pirates.

Cause I don’t think about money, I like food and art. I like music and movies. I like humanity and it’s dissolution of reality- this isn’t 1776 you morons, fuck your court. Snowden deserves to do whatever the fuck he wants. I think about false power, mobs, gangsters, kings, egyptians and greek gods, deamons, witches, and I could tell you how everyone is great for being in the 99% but i can’t guide you to heaven so we’ll keep lying to ourselves, stay away from Jacque Fresco and Deiter Rams because all we’ll have then is a garden and a phone, but in this industrial hell we’re into because we’re all so centrical. And if amazon wasn’t so fucking self-promotional of their products instead of selling us plants and mushrooms, only showed us the best of the best, and said to you… you can’t sell that android phone cause it sucks, sell the one everyone has cause it actually is good. Trust me get that phone, it’ll last you till you drop it in an ocean… if there even is one near you, we don’t work correctly… You want an iPhone? Make it your fucking self. Don’t make a kid do it for you.

I can’t make you hate me.I sold my soul to god even though we work for the devil, NASA won’t make it past this dimension even if they made a black hole on earth cause we already travel at the speed of light through the Internet and nothing beats us if we sharpen our senses. If you see you in the eye and kill your daemons.


People that don’t have many friends tend to be the type that aren’t looking for popularity, they don’t care about that. They’re different. I see the world like a clock. Everyone on this planet is like one of it’s gears and the fastest way to move them is to push the ones with with the most power, the best companies, CEOs, news outlets, people with initiative, the only way to do it… Is by not staying attached to ideas… To the present. I used to view the world as it was made of registers because money keeps us going. But money doesn’t keep us going when we have enough. After you have enough you keep going because you like what you are doing, and if you don’t, you leave. There’s also people that just want the money, so you don’t want to work for those types of companies, there’s too many of those. 

And people with popularity aren’t focused on what they are doing, they’re focused on their group… Wondering if they’re happy… Trying to say things that they won’t find offensive… They’re  focused on their thoughts and image… So get rid of the old ones.. Move towards the new. But if the people you were close to don’t move forward with you, don’t leave them behind. Those people that we’re close since the beginning will love you even if you do the wrong things to yourself or to them.. That’s when you know that you’re image doesn’t matter, because you are human and the role you play is the one you make for yourself.

Writers AdBlock

I have noticed a lot of new followers are writers and I like that… I feel like you guys have a competition going on… Where you don’t let other writers steal your work… Haha. I don’t draft my ideas or go for days revising stuff… I think, when I’m writing, this thing is so fresh it needs an audio track! Then you realize you aren’t the guy from Limitless and you don’t have a pretty voice like Ariana Grande or a team of writers or producers working across the world to make the world’s greatest story, which should have been The Crowd Book and it does not exist because I didn’t put a good video on Indie GoGo or go fund myself. And I know what you’re thinking, why didn’t I use Kickstarter? I dunno…

But you, as a writer make that post be cool without Ariana Grande, you make that post and you write that thing… Yeah. No ones gonna tell you Simpsons did it… Ideas just come and go, kinda like gas. You don’t have to waste time revising your posts if you write wonderfully and elegantly. It’s not like someone’s going to say oh well you could have said – “ideas just come and go – kinda like time and old memories fade inside my mind like auras in the night sky” You don’t get interactive comments with people, at most you get 100+ likes and you go to bed saying hmmm…. Maybe I am a bit ignorant on that part… Cause girls that can’t sing can be beautiful anyways, or what makes a good book any good if you don’t feel love when you hear the title. It isn’t Cellar Door, it isn’t written by Kanye that loves Kanye, as you should too, otherwise how can you get that feeling that you get when you see that movie Sleepless in Seattle and think that type of story is not even possible anymore because we have Facebook… So as long as you love your writing, you don’t have to look for creativity. It is in you. But in case you get lost, ask yourself what Kanye would say to himself… Maybe you could write the first first person story with the main character being the reader or watch It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia last new season on Netflix till Friends comes on. Haha!

Daniel Campos