Justin Walker Artist

Im not in the entertainment 'industry.' None of my work is meant to be competition. Im currently not competing with other peoples level of success, to be clear, but success and competition itself isnt bad.

i have a few tracks on soundcloud that I made as a hobby using freeware and free music samples online, 10 years ago. They're not officially published, but theyre only a few out of hundreds of millions of songs available online by independent recording artist. I know people who have a long working history of performance who really want those industries. Thats. Not. Me.

Constant psychological Molestation especially being referred to as a commodity thats having components of himself taken away while misfortune takes place in a much tangibler space.

After more employment rejections from even widely available income stream work like preparing food or cleaning, the idea that the faculty I had at Columbia University, an Ivy league school were only teaching there because my education had to feel like entertainment and be a commercial for something else like the Presidency, which I wouldve avoided entirely because I paid for that education almost entirely with money I saved up by working and investing, which I made clear in my personal essay, and the essay i wrote to get into school when i initially separated from school....this while my visual cortex is made to feel to be in the control someone else like a plantation master, and my physical eyes including the optic nerves, apertures co trol, lateral muscles, are being depleted in addition to rapid dehydration.

'Im gonna murder you everyday of the week for the rest of your life,' 0116am inresponse to covering my head after experiencing the sensation of a person atempting to mindmeld but with the cranial-neurophysiological-traces of overly strained thinking. IF THAT EVEN POSSIBLE NOW, I WOULD NOT WANT A MIND MELD OR ANY AIDE OF ANY KIND TO THINK OR REASON.....MY OWN HISTORY OF THINKING AND REASONING IS ALL I WOULD NEED.

Upon awakening, when the night's excrement arrives to shore as whats left as whats unwanted, mostly antithesis to whats an ideal for whats sought after, its after decadesnof that process, innocuous dismissable as barely detectable as important or identifiable, there has been, as I've documented for over half-a-decade an externally based intrusion that enhances that aspect of sleep and renders it what it knows works as deleterious, a distraction worth a psychological alteration, antithesis as a production in the visual cortex, specifically this morning an fuzzy image like i'd written, like a thin film on a pond, a lady not unlike a young family member of mine a niece of recently deceased sister in a bathtub…which an externally based intruder would find especially hurtful considering a false criminal felony accusation for which I've never received an official public apology….when i was a kid, an allusion to incest or pedophilia, which is outrightly antithesis to what and how I'd most like to think.

Co locates deep increasingly meticulous agitation with increasingly more sovereign sacred spaces so the effect would be a violent impulse where there never was one....This would be normally night outs or sports competitions but not say along with really clear longterm intentions to study deeply relevant material related to a college major. I'm not sure how that kind of biometric metadata might work for a prosecutor who wants to include evidence that discreetly supports a criminal charge, even a false one.

The sensation….Almost as if driven by whip, an old 80s or 90s imposition of being slicker sexually at least as illusionism and being left alone with being second rate in some momentary zeitgeist, but no, I'm till doing all of this documenting reluctantly as Im not seeking a sexual or religious answer that involves a negative presence in mind to spite each thought, feeling or action right now.

still thought interruption increasingly with calibration, preventative thought, hypothetical blip is strictly and rapidly made into whats most antithesis to whats sought after even instantaneously, so that virtue is undermined (not to judge anyone).

The reduction of brain activity along with a cover up of a loss of power over time, and whats imperative to be understood is always diametrically opposite of a strength or a source of propagation or desired trajectory, so whats expected is the path of least resistance to confiscated intellectual fitness that can only be retrieved if some unofficial externally orchestrated test giver gives you a passing grade on a test you dont have to take….even so far interrupting a robust sense of composition thats crucial to formal art and repurposing it to overwhelm a subject to such an extent that he qould have to demonstrate getting what would naturally be his own actualized path to enlightenment, because sophistication feels good, too, and not just an achievement, which you would have to know.

Being called inferior again…'wow, Ive never seen you fail like this.' One  sensation is like a person obsevibg you for aome talent you have thats exceptional but then making you feel bad at it or arrogant for flaunting it, but then after subdued couched use of it being told you're essentially burying it and your cultivated humility is really stupidly not using it in a commofied way to schmooze or win wealthy entertainment contracts, and that now your being needed to be intruded upon and by excavating your insides with you youve been benevolently helped with your inability to see the big picture.