I’ve yet to arrive at a conclusion as to whether or not to present myself in the first or third person throughout the various texts on this website, and neither has Devyn.  Perhaps it’s due to Neptune’s arrival in the constellation of Aries, where (as of this writing, 2/1/26 to be precise) I’m told he’ll be for the next fourteen years or so… (how dreamy! How agro! Thrilling… frightening!) Or maybe it has to do with the archons, growing in power, their greasy invisible fingers through my skull and skillfully massaging out all the wrinkles in my brain.  Could be anything!  In times like these when the world floods inwards, it’s good to have a space to lay out one’s thoughts, like a kind of virtual 

January 27th, 2026

Searching for something. Can’t find it. Anyhow. In prep for the website I wrote a blurb, as I’ve been calling these kind of page summaries before the content, for the Ringtonez section (which astute website-visitors might suspect represent something far greater than it seems in regards to the future of the Kingdom) and I thought it was kind of pretty damn funny, but it dragged on way too long, which was kind of the point, but I realized that visually it’d be a bit yucky I suppose and I envisioned people having a kind of TLDR psychosis and tossing their phone or computer away before they could even hear the funky cool hip tonez, and that’s a big no-no in the Book of Job, though perhaps good for one’s health. Anywho so I sits back and then I has a smoke or two and then I gets the bright-tailed bushy-eyed idea to write it here in the Diary. Preservation is key in a world gone mad magazine. Here it is:

You ever get tired of the same old Eldritchian multi-billion dollar corporations that remotely manufacture your smart phone taking their tyranny several steps further by denying you the privilege of hearing the ringtone you want to hear when the malicious unseen energy frequencies in the universe posit the inevitable possibility of a phone call from someone(s or somethings) you may or may not know at any unsuspecting moment?  Of course you do.  And furthermore you’re mad as hell and you’re not gonna take it anymore.  What’s gonna happen is that you’ll transport yourself to an essential temporal modicum of my becoming and experience the mad rush of being responsible for your own custom (by proxy) ringtones.  You feeling pretty on edge cuz you’re stressed about the world ending but you know rent’s due and you got fired a few weeks ago from the job that killed your soul and so you got fired cuz you had no soul but you can’t DoorDash cuz your license has been suspended and your car broke down several days ago while you were on the highway and a tailgater almost killed your mortal body but just bent your fender and the car’s kind busted up but still there (hopefully) but now you’re just trying to sell an expensive pair of Nike’s you never wore and never needed on EBay before caving in and asking a family member for the money cuz your credit is so beyond screwed you can’t get a credit card from your bank, which you never go to ever cuz you just use CashApp all the time, and don’t pay taxes?  We got a ringtone for that.  Zen all day and need that harsh snap back to the reality that reality is deconstructing itself into weird little nebulous bits of chaos all round you all the time, and your mind needs to be sharp and vicious when the revolution comes?  We got you.  Need a reminder that your lasagna is currently burning and you will starve to death if you don’t eat it but that hardly matters cuz one day you will die?  Got it, ringtone is down below.  If and if you’ve never opened a flip phone before, you’ll positively flip your lid over the endless aural possibilities provided by this singular and seminal opportunity to be in charge of your own sonic indoctrination into the unknown.

Pretty happy with that I must say. Alas it just wasn’t to be. I wonder when I’ll launch the website, I wonder when my people will be free, I wonder I wonder oh I wonder.

February 1st, 2026

Full moon in Leo. Powerful energy. Rare winterpocalypse and benign nuclear winter aesthetic outdoors. If one gets to chance to read write and contemplate in relative safety then it’s never a not good time to look upwards and thank something. Not an actual nuclear winter here. Finishing website… writing for posterity, maybe tryna get in the hang of having a little something I can keep updating and keep at it, don’t have to be major, like my mortal god hero Lynch’s weather reports not long ago.

Got weird questions… how much red is too much red through an invisible gauze of blue light? I dunno, maybe no one knows, quite unlike how the owl knows how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop (3, or… maybe 6-7? lolz k im sorry). I guess that’s not that weird of a question but that heavily depends on context. Maybe it is a very weird question if you’re like posing for a moon landing photo shoot and while they’re loading the film and tinkering with the lighting a PA or someone comes up and adjusts your EVA costume and asks if you have any questions cuz they’re about to start rolling. You know as I was writing this I was thinking it was funny and stuff, genuinely, but now that I think of it that’s also not a particularly strange question at all! Given what we know or understand, or at least what I know and understand as a layman / caveman, if a conscious being were to hypothetically find themselves gazing galaxywards from x alien satellite rock station in heaven or what-have-you, there’s some kind of electromagnetic thing out there in the microwaves and there’s something something redshift blueshift something or other, right? Who knows, maybe no one knows, unlike HAL. Go ask HAL or a more familiar AI companion about the correlation between space and red and blue light. I promise I didn’t set out to write anything like this when I started but in Coin Locker Kingdom, whenever I get lost in the weeds of inconsequential schoizodal thought, and I am not on the literal physical throne serving as king, Content is king, which means if there’s room for content then there will be content. There will be content. There will be content!!!!!!!!!!

Fine ok how bout this for a blueshift. Oh I just remembered I was gonna go on about how I was originally envisioning a “diary” / blog whatever as something where you’d click on the links and clickthrough to another page, but as for now it seems like I’m just gonna keep adding to like one big page, for a variety of reasons under the hood that are none of your business. Anyway with that being said, settling with this for now, I thinks to myself Heya pal innit loverly to just see scores and scores of raw English text like patches of wheat in a wheat field shimmering with wind gusts all through them, pretending to be ocean waves. Close your eyes. Subtly hear the cosmic soother of the sound of waves, the universe-smoother, the knowing wink and smile in the face of mystery. Print these paragraphs out and cut them up and randomly pull pieces out a hat and see what happens. If you got crystals, fetish objects, Ouija boards, weapons or other assorted woo-woo paraphanelia, put em outside tonight to bask in Her full moon light, brightest of sun’s reflection cycle, perhaps obscured by clouds, but still…

February 2nd, 2026

Pity. All that fantastic full moon advice I offered in last night’s blue shift now a moot point, cuz website not ready. Note to self: bluntness is a virtue, use less words like “a”, be mechanical, don’t use good velvet on disposable diaramic detritus. Do like the look of red thingz in white void. Anyway. Touching up (a) few things, then gotta go farm, then gotta come back and make announcement on online platforms. Dutch film called AmnesiA plays in background as I type… satisfyingly slippery consonants dipped in comfortably low vocal registers like having () pillow embracing my head. Bringing back casual usage of “a” again. Looking up occasionally; saw a literal Dutch angle, then a Dutch angel, followed up by low-budget filmnoir lighting with sufficient government funding on 35mm. So much for velvet. A kind of doppelgänger film it seems (as are all noirs and all films in general). But do you remember? Your… doppelgänger?

(note: realized i reserve the right to edit whatever I preserve to write cuz this isn’t an actual diary, it’s virtual like i said in the intro, it’s a performance art piece called “Diary”… anyway… snow / plastic. If given the right amount of time and $$$ i assure you the secrets of the “universe” will pop up somewhere in these texts BEFORE a room fulla monkeys compose Hamlet on a barely functioning Clark Nova. Hyuck!)

February 3rd, 2026, 2:03 AM

Still working on the website. Formatting is frustrating. A Youtuber called Dungeon Chill is in the background talking about a Japanese role playing game called Kowloon’s Gate. I’ve had it on repeat whilst working. I find it comforting. Understanding now that the benefit of using a Blog function on a website-builder like Squarespace (this) is cuz by just endlessly extending text blocks on a blank page I have to reformat all these other things gathering dust at the bottom of the page every time, where as on a Blog template or whatever I could just make new posts you can click on or whatever. This doesn’t matter. Ignore all this stuff I just wrote, don’t think about it. The reason I’m writing this Diary entry, a superior form of creativity than relying on a Blog template, is cuz I realized there was a thing I had on the About page that is messing up the formatting and it’s not a great idea or anything, so it’s not gonna be there, but I’ll just put it here like I did with the original Ringtonez blurb, here it is: oh no here it’s not, I just remembered I should provide context… originally on the About page there’s the stuff you can see (presumably) right now but a bit different then there’s the picture but then there’s a big gap in the page and you keep scrolling down and down and then:

(Oh wait… I’m sorry, it just occurred to me that maybe someone who’s clicked the About link may wish to learn more about Devyn Smith as opposed to the function of the website itself. Devyn’s interested in being cryptic and abstract because he reckons it’s less boring or perhaps a more accurate reflection of how he perceives existence, so to some degree one must understand that any proportedly biographical information about this fascinating and brilliant artist found online, especially on his own website, can only hope to be apocryphal at best, so… with that being said, and trying to stick to something that could be helpful and factual, we can safely deduce that Devyn is a being who was presumably born at some point prior to the moment you’re reading this… and based on little details strewn here and there throughout this very website, will one day ascend towards a throne, as the rightful once and future king. Welcome the kingdom.)

An advertisement for a new show just started playing on the Youtube video playing in the background, an FX show called Love Story. It’s caught my attention because it’s like a long-form trailer and it’s scored with a modern quasi-anonymous cover of “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fear. One of my favorite songs cuz I’m of a certain age and psychological disposition where that song is inseparable from a runaway jet engine crashing through your bedroom ceiling on a suicide mission to bring the world(s) to rights. Ok where was I

something happened and i’m head over heelz, i never find out… til im

ah whatever g’nite mate

February 4th, 2026, 12:13 AM

Ok bout to announce the website on Insta, thought it’d be cool to write another entry for anyone who sees it and clicks thru and it’ll feel kinda meta cuz I haven’t posted it yet and they haven’t seen it but the gulf in space-time is thinner than otherwise. I made like a commercial or something for the Insta post. It’s cooler than the website! The world is on fire, like moreso than usual. Not cool. But the website is cool and the commercial is cooler. The website is kinda janky… I’ve checked it out on a few other computers and phones and it’s different every time, sometimes the formatting is way off and sometimes the gif images load all slow. But I’m like whatever you know, it’s more accurate to a genuine millennial y2k experience… it’s not a geocities aesthetic or anything, it’s a Clk aesthetic, but it’s got a y2k style jank that’s beyond my control. Hope it’s charming. Anyway…

I was thinking a bit maybe I should wait til morning or something to post cuz algorithm stuff but it doesn’t really matter that much now does it. Happy to have this in a serviceable form… jank and all!