Satan and God

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actual date of publication: 10/25/07. 705AM

just knowin shit.stopping woprrying about everything. spelling is for the comfort of others' experience. we are so cautious of getting worried about other people's feelings that we get destroyed.

'please be comfortable' as a healing to all things.

we are covered in worry triggers. my body. my walls. the way other people treat me. the only way someone else could treat you in any way is if they were either

heal wounds by turning them back into pain, directly, and redirecting that pain to its appropriate source.

being injured [and healed] is em robbery.

we have 120 years. we used to live longer. radiation from the cosmos is a randomizing factor. it is actually probably mental waves coming from the infinite worlds, either made girl or signal throughout the whole of space.

it is like men and women walking along infinite threads in every direction, more males near the source, women signals everywhere. female, zeroic.

i just got a pang of doubt, whether i will understand this experience later. i am projecting into the future with this. i strive to control my world.

an injury and response is between newton's laws.

others are panes of glass, either perfect or broken, scattering around a point. that other person is one of those lines in the universe.

oh, the dad i know has a major depressed point, a pane that is cracked and shifted, and holds a great amount of 0's inside it.

i have curls all over my energy body. and lines of energy. also anytime i want to do anything, with any seriousness, it is given an avenue to me.

a v with a -w on it, a trident, flows into the brain. it is like being full of holes. i bet satan began working on mankind in the evil way it does [or did]

then another into the heart. a chakra? a minus-chakra? an injury where the chakra is the band aid?

to wholeness.

being amazed. what kind of associations does it do to you? give you swoons to the intestines.

feeling pain from an injury. recognizing it as a social injury, someone moving your hand toward it, and them stoppable. and a lesson? a blink. a seeing anew. sometimes an eye regaining focus, sometimes a photo with more information appearing.

worry. begins from a very sub tle wormhole. i say this for you, for your worry, not for mine. we rarely address our own worry says the dalai llama.

posture. realizing, haste, all of these things are massive 98% dark marks on a brain 10', not wanting itself to be recognized because it is strange land. it is slime overcovering us, and we are carrying only enough land to light up the signal itself. the world is your field.

a signal antenna.

worries from the past. they approach subtly, like a fog lifting from that area, made to explore. it is possibility, a new forest, a new canyon freeing

and attacks. the massive black wave. with their spines of fear, being poked rapidly by them. an aqua hero disguised as an anti-hero in a wave.

attacks inside themselves.

the ongoing field attack of disapproval.

subtle, on a deep resolution, each one a -3.

scrolling the microscope, into resolution.

a feeling of forget. a dense smoggy fog, full of unpleasant smoke, tiny orange lines across coal. a request to fleq [flee], covering a soft spot poked, seconds after they were struck as an interior.

like a bomb's radius expanding, injuries on 3 layers, each one segregated.

a subtle hill of change.

worrying to forget, the blending of memories.

they are fields of atoms, individual atoms, coming together. turn down the atoms in amperage. explaining in order to remember later. a deep collapsed chasm. intelligence expanding, the ground reforming.

the communication with a separate entity. the love duty of the average muscle, made frail and afraid by constant tweaks to protect immediately, 20 a day, hundreds an hour.

the joints, finally being told that they too will be healed. yes, healed. i love you. as though, and indeed, having been gone so long.

a forget bomb. large. turning some atoms down substantially and the rest remain. the battle of satan. i will make you part of me.

stretching a person like a coat. two parts. time for her later.

the similies of distraction. using a hose attacher to siphon entertainment, recognizing into the creature

a deresolution on an extreme local scale. these are living creatures in a geometric world, playing to the side. they walk up to us and touch us, and change our world. i am made of events.

*i* am made of events.

the recognition of a kind of muzzle on the mouth. a chain. an electrical signal running down the chain. another into the throat. oh shit. there's something in my throat. that is not appropriate. it is plastic to my mouth. whoever did this is in trouble.

it is satan. obviously, i will kill him, then a tear. a blindfold, on a card put up to my face. and it looked like two.

another trick. a large series of tricks. a quantum event thrown at my eyes. as i am being rebroadcast. thank you friend. someone has likely shut off, no that is a trick.

others have helped me. i immediately began writing a play about it for the first. haste.

distraction. ? to other living things. living events. come play!

things that happen are energy. they are alive.

grays take an event from you and experience it.

a flash of red. in the eye, popping. how uncivil. i want to put the microscrope back down closer, but i am being drawn away, back up, by living things. a bacterium slide of living things.

being drawn up, putting a -4 between the self and...

people in the world as

worrying about insanity. schizophrenia. and the terrible places that it can bring. a place, alive. social function.

others are basically enormous, enormous fields of activity.

intimidation of these others. expecting to be attacked. expecting to be unable to describe the event, so it is articulated with too few pieces of data, leaving so many randoms. the brain can do this as a simple form of consciousness.

we are sometimes shifted away frrm the world by living forces masquerading as events while actually attacking you by field as large things around you. i recognize them as enemies, led by an evil 'spellforce'.

remembering something. i can look anywhere i want. some places i look have automatic events associated with them. long male startrails.

a strong collection of them.

please protect me friends, these people are not going to be here later.

this is so much likewhat i would expect jesus to do. i imagine he is doing it elsewhere. i love them and you, friend.

oh that is nice. so many attacks. that means winning.

the ability to push others, or coerce them into changing using field wave.

worry. fighting. the dislike of being in a self overlapping state. it must be decomposed, any benefits from it.

this is a mathematical collectioin of possible female elements, all in the world of their type. they are a group.

am i being fucked??

"this is fantastic"

but so many unknown red orange articulations between that and the event. also i closed my experience to it somehow. it was microscoped out. the injury and damage of being dearticulated from gender! my body begins defense routines automatically.

i have trained it to do that. it is a bombed out mountaintop, or with a hill entirely around it. people can come inside and play. it is my form, my fort, i maintain it. it is mostly red powder. i saw grass earlier.

but it is like the biggest, oh, and social things, i am being faded slowly out of this area.

someone is dearticulating the concept. no, they are joining me. they are pink elements. they should be red and white, i suppose, or are conglomerates of red and white. what does that mean?

they became meaty buffalo things with white guns. why?

to look deeply into that. hmm? there are numerous errors here. no, the

oh to healing them. those are all dearticulations of this sort. like being schrapneled together gentle into building blocks. it's a buffeting that [h]appens to everybody, some get killed. in that block set. by these long ticks with white around them.

oh a student in class.

saturday! this is an 1823[4, dear] schoolhouse.

discipline. how unfortunate. begin body routines for rapid action in the brain. then mindbody. an aversion to combat.

combat to be taken apart. an injury!!

why have i been struck. also in the neck red to make it green.

the green is then made similie toi thank you for the help. no flexing is necessary.

oh my are you still horny from last time. my toe was bitten. i am getting aroused. not to say that, thank you mr thin white guy in the elevator room atop the office. someone says hotel, right up on me like a shark on glass. that is nasty. that should not happen.

the concept of it happens all the time there, it must be automatic of some sort.

the articulation in the mouth. being kissed by a man. how disgusting is the traditional, and it makes him angry. 'no, no, no, no' coarsely, in the throat. stop that. i am being assaulted indecently. you just want indecent things and i thought that much earleir but didn't type it.

i might hit this thing, as was suggested to me. also there is a hand [or something] on my croitch. why.

it was pushed away, but only partially. i held back, and also went at him like 30%. only 30% of the

someone else is saying that. kissed by a man. an invisible attacker. it is purple and kind of like blue ghost but red purple maroon.

a gossip. 94-6%.

a trend of behavior to me.

i could destroy that chick. kind of fat, then attacked. drew it back up with white existance. a kind of attack on the eye.

protection of sorts. i can heal anything.

ripping the head off of that thing. yeah that was not good.

uncompromised assault.

]others being definitely at the situation in number on purpose. being negotiated with about what

these physical negotiations are fear. i believe i deserve to be attacked. the stability ratio of myself has been...

okay we'll start from there. it is alimit to unnegotiated trading. that is important for that gay man. gay as a traditional sense and term.

pride and the associatioins there are to it. guilt. an imagined marvel at the

hah! burn dick she says. wow! a wound immediately tied to the sex. a nurse. oh i am being fucked. that is exciting. and kissed!

the human in me is so, okay iam staring at myself and forgetting her. women have functions to be forgotten. they can choose when to be forgotten.

elyse. hey let me go!

my eyes. she needs my eyes. 'hey i need those' someone other than me said that. they automatically protect me. they are all freed.

i've been assaulted, mightily they say, impaled by fourish blades. yeah, impalement demons or something. oh it's her. it's sexual. it's more of injury. i almost slipped out of that vision to a new one, i recognized it. i am being pushed away.

the power surge left me knowing

a feeling of someday going to be deprived of this situation. it is the wonderfulness and the -8 of creation, lifted into star wars. weapons large. the next frame up.

feeling a sense of potentiality to lose resolution.

the kidneys popping *[like cylinders?] * skipped a crevasse [a feeling of sex, also of being recording this]. i missed a female event.

attacked by a fellow.

the concept of attacked as having.

i allowed myself to become this dish, and i was swooped around to a different k-hole? i am going to call them.

special k. a drug. guilt. dearticulation based on guilt.

a new ride around the bad part of town. i can fix this town. all the bad things of this and these sorts will be autofixed in this manner. these are divisions forming and closing in the rift[y] iceberg.

my ass and a hand. why. get off me.. then something about know harder. a new -8 [.] formed around that concept.

a -0 found in the guy. slumped over.

found a hundred female portions in him, did them all. these are doings. the female portions were female, and not male, now that i see it. they were non-gendered non bodied articulation pieces. now this is my hand being pushed and typing occuring.

more, and more articulate move, by another creature.

m,oving my body as differentiated from moving my spirit body. it is only on a chain of command, like an 8 to an origin place. a quantum. it is an unaimed quantum. i 9 myself on it, and then 10 to a new level of trends.

each of these worlds is a place inside a photo that is a resolution frame. then inside those worlds can be changed.

an organ. the butt. a pain or something. attention focuses immediately to the place, but an immediate routine begins, or a 95% area covered, in a proble boxcar or field canyoned routine to the incoming resolution of a nerve signal. it is somewhere inside the cell, and most of one sidd of the cell is covered by a single greedy cell, who wants to field all decisions that come from the area. maybe a self-powering concern or fear that happened one time through a channel.

take all that back. there are black triangles in a red soup. and blue...

eyes. ehy? and gone, why the resolution automatic discoveries, and that was a circuit to the buttom again. why? a pain associated with discvovery? being lauded through my own words. how kind.

a pinch on my leg. expectation and unexpectation. a suddenness of events. considering sex in my own head. unknown reason.

oh, drugs from that inflamed cell. it is inflamed. crying 4 it is okay. it'll be healed. i believe you. why is that triggering a blue purplifying section? it is a triangle, trying to repeat. it is a virus. i have a nasty virus.

it's coal now instead of black. it may be a subroutine within my own function, but it is an infection in my body! a hidden one. yeah, that cell definitely has an infection pattern. the infection itself is probably a series of photos.

i am amazed that these are viruses. they work, probably when the cell triggers them itself.

i bet viruses were ways for celled organisms to communicate with one another, and then they became virulent. that was presex.

it's okay. i have some kind of automatic triggers for sex. i know it is very socially...

a flow of waves to the eye, like water. off center, like nice. that is fine. i am being threatened. that means that 5% are doing it. that is warning shots, not warnings.

it is light radiation. a kind of radiation that the events send. tiny small experiences of the event out of focus.

the focus is the wave. oh chick. * that is an auto. [a sea, but full of red and black coded viruses.]

dearticulation. i recall doing a lot of dirty deeds during the 70's in one life of my millions. i suppose everyone. someone is angry, and has tried to dearticulate my experience.

any body coalition is a series...

every thing wants to be recognized.

time, resolution, these will all take time. taske.

i do hurry, and love to learn new things. by female. they are asking to send men. signals to occupy the region.

an aggressive assault of female. and the mother. that is an articulation of a female gendered arrangement of photos.

[not pornography] [spoken low] but

which is a small cheer, a communication to another cell. this is communication in virus or signal form.
virus spreads out to

handwriting? a trait that i expect to be very good. it is a cave in my head.

a tiny black cave with red or blue dots.

it is a colon? a butthole. why? it's got glowing red and blue rocks inside it. that is bogus.

i will have no colonrso on my head. an exact speculation of what has happened.

we eat events. they are tiny event particles. the colon wants an exact copy [in knowledge] of what is up at the front.

it wants to [wasn't wan't] to knowwhat happens to it. it probably gets bombarded with stuff all the time. picks it's teeth, no sweat. do not attack me.

a toothpick in the eye. that is pretty terse. it is my own colon. why would it attack me? bitterness?

really, stop that. it is showing me cock. that is not nice. i don't like to talk about that.
it's right on the [kundulini] or the swoop of the body loop.

oh come on. you don't want that. there are like polyps on the colon. those are gone. they are very itchy. they want signal? that
's cancer. let's

cilia. do your thing. in the balls where i thought i had cancer. they're all like a room full of

i'll see and tell them what they already are. [are] as if they are infinitely changeable. a motorcycle accident. i could die at any moment. [mom?]

i am trying to steer them. in a way. it's like driving. they are swaying fibrous elements. then thought of a strand of it coming off, which i dislike,

well, it can happen. but it should not.

healing that. incredible sensitivity.

a piece of a c-shaped staple that is a windtrap. oh, the staple in my lung is a different sort. i get mostly no signal from it. a few blue and orange and brown well spaced not moving pictures.

they must have been melted up pretty hot sometime. probably in a volcano or in the ro? rho? pi rho?

i gotta pee. why? these yellow things are just piled up inside me. they do not leak out.

why? 4 of some sort. the titanium staple is fantastically...

i am browing entire atoms with my disc vision. i can see the vision's path itself. this is autofootprint.

someone said hold it and now they want stuff. they have an internal agenda.

springs on my fingers? through the eye? camera guy. he expects to be called gopher, but does not want it. 30-35%. sex. gay sex. bad. automatically triggered.


oh, he resisted. i think a few of those are ripped. they try to -2 me to revealing my secret or the event that occured's scientific detail. two scientists, once a team, then negotiating[.. another...]

and 3 seems to be happening. he expects to be ganged up on, but only slightly, because it is a small [sail] and draws some wind, passing it on quietly. an open sail, on a pictureframe.

it's another dude. he's got real concerns and stuff and he is too a human. i could poke his human form from here, with my mind. but i don't.

eww! there was a mutual disagreement of an action. it was sex on the mouth. it is shrouded on purpose. the feeling of a need to express something negatively, a need to judge.

yet again, an interruption. a progression, analyzed by a central unit. two compliments, each peaking in form but using the other to make a jagged "m". that may not be good, but it has negotiated geometric points along the virus.

the man now fears he has been.

hey slow down. a kind of -4ability between two people. or things. we're pictures. you didn't know, i expected. it's an empty planet in an otherwise nice field of 'bullshit'. events. this guy wants to minimize his number of events. why?

a story to articulate a -4 blur] "you can tell someone a good story about your life..."

following the action. those are just fields of pattern. they need to not denegotiate their credibility, this is uncertainty. it's got a -4/4 page to between it. this 'page' is some kind of...

a weak force. it creates barriers that can't be negotiated. it's chicks. they've cooled down again. why? these are -0's. they are possible impossibilities. now it's a bunch of monkeymen outside the room, and the chick is drawing together to a quickening pace of association with something evil.

'fuck you' is expected, and planted in my mind like a bomb, which i choose to or not to report. i am a dish, i report. 'deish' she thinks it's sexy, coz i thought dish was about the irma from ninja turtles dish joke. now it is an articulation of the microscope in to something, someone.

someone else is using my microscope. that is a negative event, from their point of view. i am worrying about other people, this all occurred while thinking of others, sex, fighting.

sex is a big chasm, full of little red bright spots. It is going inside a subatomic particle. it's got mostly black space, which is hundreds of billions of tiny far-spaced pictures.

these are quantums. quantum events, a billion of them organized into a tiny ball, of imagination, resolving now as i see it, inside the proton.

it is a massive, massive, [massive] library of all possible stuff, the world. every subatomic particle, i am being taught by a black woman. it's more of that woman's wave coming back. it is a long waving canyon that a quantum has followed, a star trail of the men, but of the females who have been left behind path. [this is how tribals fucked.]

but it's also how radiation, which is info, gets to the earth.

and the canyon is a vagina, and it waves for some reason. it is the path of a man coming through the black thicket, leaving a path.

bri. "i've been looking for you"

the meaning of a resolution, while i am at* the bathroom. *nothing.

a space inbetween.

the focus of a conversation or something like that. it is a steady pace of radiation. it is a song of events. but is that song an event? that hurts.

it is like flipping through a comic book. it is like animation. i have caught up wityh mike. he has auto deassociations with a lot of us.

i wonder if it was for the food.

oh man that is horrendous. i remember some bad things, unpleasant events with him that i am sure he has not forgotten. but i have basically forgotten them. i've really intensified in hz frequency to the top of the chart, and a screen out, for a long time. it's a sun, with man signals going out to anything. oh as i move the resolution out, the thing starts to burn out, red signals go dark red among items. it's like the spinning of an engine up. it's amazing. it could be an engine.

an alien is right next to me. it's talking to me.

i felt like hurting it.

wow, you can hear me that's really nice.

oh wow,

i know it's an ingrained system in your body.

okay it's a system of spokes and gears. it's like these crane arms

oh shitty!!
i am making him a cock to have!!

i justate an alien.

i ate him.

he's re-articulating inside me. oh good! he's alive.


okay, this thing keeps slowing the parts of me down with this green and dark green thing, which is on a board of some sort. a dearticulation to draw distinction between other people.

i admit to you, i am going to be rough, but not on purpose. i am following a code, a preset pattern to a great extent. you have very efficient lubricant and , but it is

oh i can use a FAKE name. that is stupid, frankly. it is some windup machine, with no circuit to be true, which are scouts. they are supposed to go out and come back once they wind down from the majority of the organisms.

they are estimators.

these things are slowing me down considerably. they are an exterior female force. chicks are analyzing me to a great extent, probably for choosing fucking. by which i mean there must be 400 to 400,k000 of these things at once b dynamicing, yeah it's not that gear to be shifted to.

oh, the ctv will be nice.

it's instead of a system of immobile gears, there is a chain which stretches to some degree. oh my. childbirth must hurt. they are trying to figure out which child to bear.

humanity is a machine that has been slowed down so very much, so a crawl. days of drawling[crawling]. dearticulation, considerable errors in this macrosystemtype.

i live here on this mound.

bird. that is what you have done to me.

a demand for negotiation.

negotiating these objects is difficult. i have chosen to examine the problems to be solved of the potential systems to refine them all, rather than to examine only the appropriate and finer things and choose them, to improve. 50% up or down is really of no consequence in the final performance of the circle.

punishments and crime, a place we do not often go. hence the book's fame.

if i talked to the DA it would be far too quick. he would not choose to examine all the intricacies of the event, our system, the law, and it is also capped in some way as a permanent part of a ball of certain size. it is white and like a testicle. i guess men and women use the round things to produce babies, which are new choice systems placed into the world. why this hurts is the gear system, a fatalistic hopping from best gear to best gear. hurt is dearticulation. hurt is not being known.

not being known should not be translated into hurt. blue ribbon on the finger.

these aliens are estimating us. they are from the 5th dimensions

we're from the 3? maybe this is the 5th dimension, of action

do not catalyze not knowing into hurt. we feel beholden to recognize everyone elses conditions. because of the fear of our own? also, gender is about feeling sexy.

satan. i have a sea of bright purple memories around that thing. it is very 11. 10/11's of the experience. stop talking.

i shut it down so frequently. it is just plain in bed. a purple blanket over it.

it is not being known. being way antisocial.

i see. satan was probably just overzealous of getting to know humans. this apple thing triggered a series of gear switches.

it'd be like playing in fifth gear at 4000rpm, and then take it all the way down to first, [well, 3rd,]without stalling.

harming. it is breaking articulations on the foreign body to fit one's own. it is impatience. impatience is assuming failure. it doesn't even want to get to that purple and black zone. because the moment it thinks it is there, it is as good as there. so this thing gets about 0.0s of radiation time and moves on. it is a megaconductor.

it is the burning of hell. it needs to be w'd. once its articulation has been known it can be approrpiately ratioed. i am bad at switching gears on the bike, or was. it is a difficult articulation reticulation between myself and things.

reticula5tion.

i recently crammed myself open.

it was then that i [felt the tree]folk open up[story]

they conduct much quicker than i do. but i am a good organization zart among humans. fast. buttsex. no pleasure there.

yeah, no one wants that. confusing a butt for a vagina is not a good story, and will not at all articulate. it will be a bridge over a true valley. that is what loss is. going through all [*]those[*] forests. it also is as much doing whatever you want as you want/[can]

a limitation to being able to do anything i want is occurring.

i also recall being stretched widthwise on a particularly higg notch.

it must be the size of a log or a pig compared to the tree.

i am negotiating with a tree. at 130mph. it is nice.

okay, somebody didn't want me to go 130mph on my bike, or thereabouts, so they caused me later to crash my bike. the story. many fine events in there. now that they, woah, that is a big -8. 'whatever you are/want' was sent to me after giving the cycle event which is lengthy to this guy. he smelled it like a bunch of daisies, like days he said, articulating, and i am scratching my hear/ear*

yes. i have readied myself for action, drawing energy to one spot, like to send a charge or something. i am a coil, it is aboutID. vanity? 8 serving 9 promptly. little review, little repetition. few 0? or many? yes, very many, but less coiled. i am basically coiling myself with knowledge, while they are approaching new knowledge.

someone threatens me from the shadows.

puts a dot in my vision.

protect me. oh it is some kind of a potential fault or crime that comes from the unknown. a large bumpy portion coming out of the now opening pair of coils, where something seems to be being rolled into a ball! like red hot metal!

yes. red hot metal.

and cock.

ringing, hard as steel, she sings!

yes, it rings. like a schoolbell.

ah, i could send that to anyone i want and they would [she] would fuck me.

because that is very fine

what do you do after the ~3 seconds of kissing to make it good. she was thinking of cutting off the portion of the foot.



continuance. 'border crossing, now leaving'

oh, this is going away.

they are two chain gear systems, gear and arm, gear and arm, full of tiny little teeth, which are big unequal portions in the circle, likely as it is being made, measured to a coil

let me coil myself forever.

i should not be severed, nor split.

"fine." they obviously need something.

articulation. you can read someone's anger more easily than their

yes, i definitely felt a mangetic pull on my wrist, from an alien, which is now seeking to be recognized.

i know the sign is articulate.

8<9.

they reciprocate numerous inappropriate entities.

if a thing goes down too quickly, getting to knowsomeone too quickly, a circle approaches another circle too quickly...

lesbianism. i see that in a second. it's dirty. it's by field, two fields interacting in a way that bends one of them around halfway, as in the display, which is a bridge over a fine valley of information. yes! a bridge being the distance that two sides of the valley or circle come together.

my valley valleyed into them.

something. cleaning out energy from uncertain portions of areas, likely to be used elsewhere. hungry for some energy, to throw on a valley and see how it is, to build bridges to survey foreign land.

they make "b"''s though, secondary fineness elements.

ease of distinguishing one another and the structure of building bridges. very obviously male or female, by [buy] body or bridges. quality of articulation versus obviousness of articulation. the valley meeting a valley. oh what is to happen here. every now and then, women meet and there is no man on the starroad right there who knows the story to tell.

i want to know all stories to tell.

my bone hurts, though, now, in my left hand, slightly.

i see this experience as almost a circle, of a very grand design.

i am analyzing it to geometrically math out its shape. someone else wants to use that e- to build smaller circles using the same piece. some so big that by the time i get back there to the bottom portion to map it out in a pixelic fashion, by photos, which are plateaus, full of many more photos of possibility, to become landscapes, but only one portion at a time can be enjoyed. a shame.

poly[theism]amory. henoism, the love of one God [Goid]but acknowledgement of many.

It's on the minds...

of the cia's psychic elite. obviously.

whenever i think about the massive amounts of

my finger is injured.

it's clearly aliens too. so many at such a small radius that they bend my ffinger. blackened areas. a massive organization of 17 million alien pictures. alien because they are

hmm.,. that is way too soon. i do not often like to [the] experience of the message coming all at once.

it is like being raped.

i am being shown a lot of images of aliens, so close.

there are definite nos. ugly!!

there are so many major bridges across bad territory. territory that is like white bridges, we're not going here. we're staying on the white side of this town, because the metal music is much stronger down there. many steep hillas. need some engine rev to ride up them or it will 'stall'.

petroleum engines and their stalling.

there will be an automatic cvt. it'll happen more vigorously then. -8 in engine size. like the phonograph.

i do not accept some of that.

where not known, do not know, it says.

that is the major flaw biting into the record at a very fine resolution of a large panel of 4's. x's. we've been stamped by dell, basically, with a thick, wide field pattern. it is a subatomic bit bouncing around inside a subatomic particle. itself a solar system.

we're midway through the solar system event. these planets are concentrations of probability. the gravity. caused by spinning superconductors.

'stop'

what is your worry? numerological

let's stop on that and go way deeper. do most black folk simply be the

light particles bouncing. sensitivity to reflecting less photons. [hey!] triggers an automatic event noticing thing. it's a -8 from not being able to see that. it's like, well, i should be able to see this instead, then. it's a -11. triangle field all that to not have happened. if it can't be seen, or if it overshoots, then do a negative concept.

it is each one thinking they are closer than they are. which they reconcile will be..,.

this is a wave spinning in a circle. probably with a 10 gap, which is treated as a wholeness by the woman over the top with a rainbow. it says that yes, all light is represented here, and then makes it a circle, from the field of particles, associating like ripples from a pond into circular rainbows with radius and field. that is massive space radiation..

and there's another ring. and these are each very powerful magnetic particles. where does it end is a question, but so much show!

so much show isn ot necessarily all things. that much they already know to a degree.

this is 010101010101, that is fairly +-0. but i know that effectivity is from a stream of all concentrated 1's. i am counting the space between these particles again, like time. how much time until. this is brakes going round in a +- cycle, it is not a true root then! it goes into a circle and is an offshoot, which will terminate. so it is only a feather on the tree and not a flower. a flower has something inside. it is i've got a message!

you can have a message and respect other messages too. they will simply burst into fields, spreading as they get close. lesbianism. do not spread the 0 for nothing. [turns the tiniest bit sinister, somehow] which a chick would interpret as sinister. like a dude's technically present cock.

it's about hormones and their coalesceance in the womb, along with field timings. yes! the baby has timings, and nothing else to begin with. these timings attract local hormones throughout the pregnancy.

only ones in the awesome time will attract those hormones. and only the dna that they resonate with will be excited at its hz frequency when the time comes by again. kidneys.

it's obvious? my kidneys don't need to be emphasized to the point that they must flex and then injure themselves, by calling 75% a whole. so the block has a pattern. it is 75% of the photos go. i skip a beat there. a sticky poage ha.

no laughter. clock rings. time missed. keeping time is important to these guys, coz they want to have the time continually... yes, they stopped my finger from doing the right key. gave it an early signal. that is again on the way back skipping pages. these pages are pieces of time. valleys.

a particle could, particule, I, U, could choose to field or signal over any place. they choose to field their way, and instantly teleport forward in time, and call it a 0. or they signal it up at light speed. that is how the record landscape is made, in a circle, of course. it's a rubiks cube that could continually change.

but something shouldn't change, or that is what i am getting from this signal. a big block of my head changed, and was pulled back to the rpm i had it at. we're dj's spinning in record time. a rhyme for a song!

rhyme is we're dj's spinning and we can't even rhyme.

i enjoyed that. enjoyment causes a phase change in numerous particles. it is the geometric [salivation] towards addition, multiplication, or exponential, or plasma stage [!] ? yes, i saw that today 25! dollars. or chance in winning.

because of tricks. because of conforming to be like the one on the other side's opposite. this is the limit of dna articulation, by the cell piece. of course it goes deeper, merely as a vibration of the cell.

to recognize as the whole a chandeleier collapsing [pianoplays] of grouped photos.

why do photos group?

they want that condition to be.

we're still wondering what condition will be. that is 49% downside economics.

they presume folly or somesuch. or have experienced it so intensely that it becomes the 8>9 focus of the area, by having so many fields, so many weeping women. so many men gone down them all at once.
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that is becoming overbearing.

so we see. the strong and weak force.

the lambda effect.

let me have him. the battle woman. with her 11>!2 chains.

penis. it's there.

but so is the butt. that is something that we need to define. to keep going, we need to make the fairly obvious distinction of a vagina and a butt... not butt... what word? colon.

avoid the colon, they say. they all say. the colon expels junk. how did that get there? i put it in the mouth to examine and alien it quickly before hopping into it, or having it hop into me.

fat sex. but not where i expected it. what!? fat being i can't see here.

the demand that butt be distinguished. firing blanks.

in a life, most cumshots and [] ovaries [eggs] will

'you will be banned for life'
'that;s false'
'i'll do it later'
minus red.
'...peacefully!'

[honey!]
there is a chick circle.

"well, come fuck me"
"[]but i don't know you[]"
expected to say. are expectations a problem, additionally where you would be doing it if you loved it?

satan put a 3 between everything. 11^3^12. that isn ot okay. they make you demark or it your job to know what to do with every transition. every event is marked.

vs i love doing this.

ouch my finger. new spaces forming as cells entrain to new spaces based on event rhythm and internal unity and health. the bowl reforms. -[filled with pot]. down-articulation from fear. the strand slapping back and forth in distance from me, in a dimension i do not articulate, but know! a rubber band. the whole place is rubber bands.

eww. my mom and dad separated. it's so unpleasant. he tried to put that on me, or it is a field effect! a minus field. how unpleasant. why?

if you want to take that future, do it. go ahead. does satan collect crap!? yes, he's a garbageman.

he's cleaning up good things sometimes when he 'cleans' me.

things considered and left into the past, other quantums and vibrational organizations.

these are waves within a field. it is like vacuuming a field of irregularities. the field must be flattened, not [swept] not swept either.

it must be plowed or hammered. the only other way is music. that resonant sonar system. which could either be very loud or articulate. but an analog volume control would be good.

a sound wave that is so loud is no longer becomes audible, it becomes a different sort of radiation. but inside it, it is vibrating on a level that makes it a

this guy definitely doesn't know what's going on. he's a garbage,man. he focuses on leftovers instead of feasts. such as myself in life.

a person who keeps low density information. they should know that low density information to a precise depth, nerdiness, quite nerdy in fact,

the neck has become shifted. in a minus posture. it looks bad. it is like having numerous tiny stab wounds to the neck. it doesn't look good. it seems that each should be an injury, a -3. i do not believe that i need more stab wounds to the neck. that is probably from a reciprocation from another unfortunate event.

sadness begets sadness. not knowing begets not knowing. communicating on your own level of articulation is a fine choice and allows you to do everything you want and also [ND]

the guy knows no level of energy in the things he sweeps.

this will be energy reclamation.

he works on a very big outward level. political side.

expecting what people could know, and setting up possibilities. janitors don't take away trash, they set up possibilities.

this is the satan. a far boundary. and god was the near boundary inside. how nice.

[go right now and tell them]
you have the respect. so they choose to meet with people who vaguely represent or care for the [idea]s of other people.

we'll use the cvt, [cvy?] [choice?] we'll use anything we like. the cvt is one fine choice. i will set [yuop] numerous great choices. i'll call them a b[nook]. [poon]. an executive sitting in a chair. that is a system of expectations.

sorry, the weed didn't get here until basically right now. so i can know. but i could know anyway. my brain is just dulled, not from years of doing marijuana, but from years of being beaten down by the 'normal' repressive system, a social scene where many people are so [grossly anti-emo[tional]] inarticulate that i must either censor myself or conform to them in many deep personally known ways that i would prefer to pursue myself or with a small group.

voluntary not knowing. but it could certainly become good for anyone articulate enough to become here. i see a forest with dark colors and woods.

hmm, much dark shit to [brush] through. work through, like trees. don't you force someone to not know something! only if it will injure you are you to keep secrets.

directly. anything else is a tub of shit. you do not have a quota of inarticulation. -t that. you do not need to give up one thing to get another. you can have that gun-knife.

you won't need it.

[that is a scorcher ending.]




[^]black folk someday =)

==

man i go to write down the note to bri, that witch i know, who sees just like me, during a period of separation to grow, so we don't bend one another over, [yes, polyamory].

i like how you left that period out. [fingers, you, me] 'that's okay, you won't be needing it.' ..'that's hot.' at a dramatic balcony-style resolution 'make my babies!'

...'well, it can get articulate'.
[...two people describing the same happy scene[ending] oh my. kisses.]
i can apply that to the American revolution.

we can win the secret war war two.

HEY!!!!

there's a guy over there.

the [farting] guns. farthing? that is an insult, but it wasn't my idea. where did that come from? economic insecurity in the 'enemy'? enemy was aprtially blurred out.

yes, and wrong. but it is on a warlike trip to play this game. a touching game of who can touch the other first. a competition for quickness. first and also most.

the us would win most on iran, if they got a chance to go and were not tripped. secrecy!!!

no secrets unless it will hurt you. directly.

so many trendfs. f written like an s. my balls doing something. an ouch from somewhere else. i am uninjured. is that a ghost sympathy pain? no, another? that was not a mockery, that repetition. it is enemy radio, intercepted. or foreign radio intercepted!!

it is a 'this is what we're thinking'. even socially[u] it begiuns., =) we both say the same thing. yes, that is known, but the thing is corrected somehow.

should[must#2] we presume that we are both? i am writing to you. thoughtit is 207pm on tuesday, you are not here in my direct non-psychic presence. you will read this later, and we will both be thinking the same thing, or as best as the words can articulate. which take time to produce. since you're not here. [red and blue, but no yellow or gold, value them?]

yellow and gold are fear and value. my spine is cracking. where am i being stabbed? the back. if i am not stabbed in the neck, it does not mean i will be stabbed in the back. some friends will never 'stab you in the back'. some folk are nice. i am nice. there is an articulation between nice and disregarding. i can only be nice to you or disregard you.

niceness comes measured either with a series of 8's in geometric patterns, or as intelligentified 9's.

some figures 8 and 9 do not scross upon. is that true? never be the end figure in the pattern?

it folds upwards, and the last several # of articulation are a codon of dna or a song, joan from pharmacy, song recognition. black folk get song recognition, i am dating a black chick. kong recognition. fun or not? [fun, or not? -dire-] first or second as well? vs yes or no. martial arts. feeling bodily insufficiency. vs western feeling mental insufficiency. for apparent social arts. yellow eyes and tactile confirmations of slant eyed potential illusions. they seek to be confirmed. [most favored nation, tangible piles of bills]. do they actually haveworse eyesight from being slanty eyed? no, they are accurate in the pupil i bet.

[w]hat about in bright light? bright social light too? yes. they are awestruck.

she is awestruck. the black korean i am dating, jamaican korean, is awestruck by my participating in...

what, exactly? is the memory dark or light? some shade? yes? a shade. to be articulated. the shades all will be pathways, and all roads lead to the unity, even my squeezing kidney, which i need, and which is not like a spong wringing itself out over an over, it is like an even keeled filter, squeezing a little, so little, if necessaary. [aa?] i want health, of course. [12vfx.]

my special math. articulations of predictable and common [sequences of events] patter[n]s, [a joining and a consistent production of new information]. it must happen. it will become 8<9. so much 8 for a 9 to lead or create. all of reality! 9 turns 8 into 10. 9 serves 10.

x turns x-1 into X+2. it is all 8'ish articulation upwards, one measure of time at a time, one chronological event at a time. finding the measuring stick and standardizing it by a recognition of a common universal link, or the production or extension or modification of a continual universal link.

my eyesight is being fixed. but i took off my glasses. if they can change one lens, they can change two. [they?] i have offended someone by living in an unpleasant world. ...the best favor you can do is enjoy your time without making the areas around you unpleasant. both the gear and the engine experience negotiation. a gear spinning is a collection of negotiations leading to true happiness, that more than oen concentration wants. p. it is an infinite articulation.

i think of giving bri this book, [skilling the] skipping the printing out of the book, and then some things happen that i can barely see, now on a background of coal, and then we fuck.

that is strange. a masculine here it is let me get rid of it sensation. while chicks are do you have the right hole. [from elsewhere:...at least let me know] you'll know. i can't come that fast, and you've got true neveres. [nerves]. some chicks don't know what it's like, or are virgins and such, and the time has not yet been kept. so infinity and so the God of infinite Justice Allah, so Yahweh, 'fuck you then'. I said fuck you to Yahweh, fuck you to Satan this morning. On video. And posted it to the whole world.

They heard it. I've been beaten and torn on numerous occasions. the Beatings i can take. The tears, I don't like. Compression force negotiating skills high. Tear negotiating, low. Not liking wetness, from my own blood or multiplied fibers. solid, liquid, gas[s], plasma, realm of being 'other thing', distinct. we, the world, are boiled beyond any possible estimation of phase changes. a substance so hot that the atoms inside it surpass their ability to entrain and call themselves different particles. * it's like breaking up with your girlfriend. *it's money. it's a fusion reactor. it's opportunity co[i]st! [coexist] frozen into shapes. forced or agreed upon negotiations. pockets left!? in my fun!? not vaginas!!?

these bio[-]ling points...
[an explanation. a needless detail. but i enjoy it. a needless detail does not need to be regailed or dramatized over again, does it? but that it recognize itself as slightly off from the original and down some, and accept the reciprocating 9. that is a saw on the testicle. but it's not important coz the message is sent.

the atoms are so far apart that they attract to other atoms of different kinds than their own. this is a formation of a magnetic field. a field may also be a boiling point sufficient to cause space to come between the radii of the atoms.

*[this is gray. this is actually two stories...]
i got cancer recently. some spirit wanted*
[horse before the carriage. cancer would hear 'let me get you a carriage]. It is so many stories of the same type, wishing to be retold and retold, because something was simply not got. it is a -8. someone is withholding 9, either to him or from him. the message has not been sent, and it must be. itch itch. 'give me some articulation' they have sent it. do they want congfirmation? they receive it, but it doesn't register because there has been damage, or a space. it is important that that message get there, and it is not loved, and somebody is not changing it. at that point, 8 becomes >9, and the field must switch to 8<9.

you only need to be 8/9 correct to begin an associative shift. That comes to like 82% compatible. Maybe I should get a 1982 motorcycle instead of the suzuki. i do not need 550 horses. it is fast, and i rode it fast today.

yeah, something red and black in photos. no good. does that red all lead downward in spiral until it disappears.

the trashman wishes the trash wasn't there. not that a new field be cleared.

oh fill me out with your story they say. it's not rude to do it. tell the story, but help them understand. say it in the correct time, perhaps. the right story at the right time. vs all stories at all times. pauses are times? times not to? times to restrain.

times to... not restrain from issuing patents on earth for free energy, times not to restrain from not restraining to keep those patents. economics. competition. a s[y]upercompetition, of mega 8's, [pro]chaining what [-a]n enemy would do, other than not be there. [restrain from that]

^ and that.

finding unique stories down there that do not become articulated? is that a limit to resolution, leaving certain perceived scenarios unsung? why? they are to be sung sometime. that is more like a pulsing series going down a tube. i want it to be bathed in blood instead. []*some were! but none were so grisly

like an organ.

is this from a limitation of stories, or a limitation of bloods? i [don't]never really had the jealousy or greed of series of events, possible but very unlikely, to negotiate. these unlikely events require considerable introduction, each to be a small forest or not. density of forest, status of forest, condition of tree or branches, branches or leaves, leaves or nuts, etc, [][tree or not].

okay tell me the story that is so important you'd kill me.

i have time.

everything. it came out into my now watery eyes.

nothing bad has to happen to my nuts.


abortion. soon there will be a talk about abortion. and it relates to cancer. which i know[].

cancer

police coming to my door. an organized offense against me. i have my 4th amendment, which is number theory. i can say hi as well.

this guy, laughing. he thinks he can get away with something, to fill the hole he has been cheated with. he wants more than he has, be it physical or social articulation. he has to deal with things substantially unlike himself.

needs water. very perceptive articulate closeness to something, of a physical form that wraps around.

you don't need to savor it inappropriately. like a bad man. it's okay to love something well, but to desire malice for it is wrong. malice is *NEVER* justice.

[WHAT IS] sen[i]or to justice? equality. 8. number theory. the lesson for them beginswith justice, not with equality. they need a separation between the make. a training level before the real make. so 7^8, and 8 then makes 9. also, 8 turns 7 into 9. two objects, a seeer and a target, cannot tell an objective. 2 !=3.

2 is yes, i heard. 5 shows up, expects to be seen. Pentagon. 2 is the response, a sight, and then a 10. This is suspiciously like 8^9. action, obvious they saw it, and response. the focus may not have gone down that path, it is possible, on a bell. organization > disorganization? yes. decentralized organization. not one cell being like, hey i can't hear the bell. now I RING. that can become hellish if they badly want to hear the bell, but can't.

they will probably get tossed. which is bogus. they need to either hear or find other ways to negotiate the bell system. glasses maybe. no, wait. hearphones. or getting told, or a virulent fixative. dna can fix itself with viruses too.

nerve cells need these virulent fixes because they have only one copy of the signal, probably for triangulation purposes.

how to accept that from a cell without transmitting a false event? do viruses, no! chemicals, they regulate production and DNA health. the em field is the signal out from chemicals. we're a system that is unique coopetition of cells governed by a signal which is our soul. like kat's [cray]dle [..] so many transistors.

a -8 on getting cancer. bogus. it progresses again. dammit! the 9>8 signal should only go to what i mean. an error in any ordination from the center is wrong. recognize it as wrong.

a large organization of systems put on the table. demand to be asked yes or no. the answer is articulation. it is the trashman being like "VCR?" don't [sleep].

well, the thing should be what i want, not necessarily just what i have. "do not sleep", which does not specify vcr or not. but it specifies me having fun. chemicals concern me. certain hormones have em effects outside the range we can *feel*. anything a cell can touch and negotiate is a chemical entity. the >4 items are waves, the <4 are solids. And on to gasses and such. A gaseous level social culture will expand to a certain pressure and then be in faith. Field densities of cells. A cell like a landscape.

satan says 'just one!' but they both can be negotiated. by parallel charge. satan wants nothing in parallel charge.

having all cells in parallel coopetititon? what is that? doing a good amount, everyone with the same amount of money.

"okay, we give the money to everyone equally, and see whom can do the best with that amount.

vs the opposite."

myspace bulletin posted. i also want to sleep, and see bri tonight. where does she live?

ah, also the girlfriend, also the male guidance thing. a bunch of potential wave originations. what to do with them? which ones to make in which way? they all compete pretty well and some are the best! and all should be very good.

one is like m shaped, but it'a a ... an error. not to lose that error. it is an impasse of some sort. a dual wave that will not join for some reason. 12 fx. one will be greater, one smaller. both can improve. what is the concept?

11 with 12 builds 13. they can both change freely. [but all info must be made]

oh man it is a ball inside the thing, which compares the sets or something? it feels like something bad. is it a solenoid with about 5000 tufts to copy or transistors to run to? for advice, mostly.

2 emails sent.

i wanted to accept a 10b from someone in order to teach them something, so i let go of the reins for a second. there is a -4 to picking up the beat again, because the gap was left without being properly counted. needs to be counted. i don't want unaccounted for signals collecting inappropriate DNA. no, that would be death. so i guess kill that cell timing? kill it. unless it can be negotiated. i do not want to measure it myself for thatwill affect my timing. i was hoiping to absorb them and have them learn. two fingers overlapping one key. that is no good. the message will be sent once, and it is mine. that incoming energy source is skipped. it SH[ould] have

...marijuana is being legalized.

dj: you smoke the herb and i'll smoke the ganj

it should have changed to be like me, or stay with its own non-me condition and not interact with me. i feel like sleeping at 300.

change nothing in the environment. or fix my balls.

==

yay.

to have only one side of the sahep exposed. [shape] as a penis must do to a vagina thaT IS... [WELL,] we'll justleave it ast that. that is one angry spirit. not ready for some sex. pause? nintendo controller from a 3rd party. hello non-[h]uman. greet all charges, but do not associate with all of them. we are right now on associate with all you greet in some way. it is a lot of work to shape every charge. [wtc]

you don't need every charge. but do not sleep.

book. sleep.

i want to sleep. but sleep isn ot doing nothing. it is repairing. have we been made so our sleep cycle is merely slowed injury, vs healing? well, not every time, but we on't always come back.

the injury is negotiated when stab wounds affect a tower until it slumps to one side noticably. this is injury.

as well sleep is doing stuff in the meantime, like housework, until he comes back and fucks [the daylights] out of you. or some non-sexual active perception. like study.

these cfr types seem to be all 8 and no 9. think they're so important that nothing could equal them, just because their power is unmatched by a similar force. gear changes. back changes. lay down.


10000 words. 40 pages.
==

i woke up. now geared back down. i had fought beings. i had fucked bitches. i had examined every possible sensation that was going on in the world around me. the keys, they seem to be almost splintered with energy, while i am left feeling strangely alone. now most seem to pass by unexamined[unexplained].

the ones who try to emphasize the things i hint at or harass or push me, i dislike that they do that. they are not greeting me, as spirits should. they are trying to change me, fearing the gear shifts as before.

between every two things is a quantum of separation. it is a valley between, a lol between two waves, and they come crashing, [red and yellow, sometimes gently]

this quantum can be manipulated to affect the interaction and separation of the two things. it is a placefinder, looking for the ratio at which these two things should associate. it can be fear, the fear the two waves have for one another and what they would like to know before rampant crashing sex.

i feel a backing away from the sex.

there is a big such quantum in the center of the Ron Paul campaign. or this picture of the ron paul campaign that enters my mind, which is probably as series of bridges. it does not want to be discussed or faced. tiny things back attention away from the place. they redirect it.

fear is a little bit of it being so. considering is a little bit of it being so. i did this function on it, which i saw as a kind of mathematical arrangement of photos, more the arrangement than the photos, a keeping of good time. it is a dark round ball with white on the outside and some light blue or red shapes inside near the center. they are incorrectly oriented and a wide berth has been made to account for any possible [w]error, which has become a way of dealing with problems. it could be a black hole of attention and fear of attention. that is a -8>9. an inequality. [8>9 will eventually resolve to 1!=1]

we speak words, and actions, into the world so the world may change. why did i fill the world with that vibration, instead of dealing with the topic personally? so that many many others could intelligently and independently negotiate the topic in their own way, which should buffer us both. a series of small and powerful and well tuned elements working together independently, libertarianly, will have massive productivity on a single detuned element, even if it is very detuned. that is a powerful continuously variable transmission machine.

Garbageman.



==


i want to write. i am thinking now of publishing this jewel. it simply needs no polishing above, while i was high. we're all high, in a way, but being especially high on a wave is riding remarkably close to perfection of ratio, and only long term perspective can enhance the probability of the ratio. you can see if the spark plug gaps are working right if the engine does not get you to [p] san francisco.

i rode my bike to san francisco, no, wait, my car. my bike is now a wreck. i crashed it before coming home and [smoking and] [smoking and...] writing this piece.

i want to legalize drugs. that seems to far away. and i already have so many small subroutines on the topic, which are apart from the major act of doing it. all the right arguments for it are too small gears or ratios to turn the motor. they all show up as small yellow tufts cropping out from a big bent wheel. it must claim that drugs are not intelligent, a -9# or a -11# saying that anything coming from drugs is not an intelligent act. it makes the tufts ineffective, although they still produce massive amounts of sense, which is absorbed.

do men make sense? do women make opportunities?

red and gray. red of life, gray of a sea of pictures, where the blackness between them overtakes them. or someone translates them improperly, dark gray smoke coming from them like an engine straining to pull a load in some improper direction. 1000 improper directions, one per picture [or two]. disunity. disformity.

10,000 ideas and possible connections. they should begin and form a thousand movements, a thousand directions. carts to be pulled to their locations, men and women to be met by their prospective partners and the information exchanged, a new wheel dawned.

but is it that they marvel? marveling does not produce action. or it may, if one of them acts on that marveling.

i have issue with marveling. i love to marvel, from high mountains at the vast plains and valleys around [ahead]. i take it as might right, something i enjoy. as much, i enjoy making it to the top and sending that mountain flying into my past.

here is the data, and it is fired forward. freed, "ringing, hard as steel"

a housewoman, working at a steel mill, marveling over her husband's cock, which is marveling over her husband's love, which is right now me marveling over her love and desire for this thing of goodness. hello ma'am. i remember that you live.

and what of that husband? she loves the frequent data they share, the intimacy of that data, the specialized ratio system they experience together.

i posted it on myspace, and the page actually leapt back here blinking. i believe she loves that i publicized that to the many. maybe it is about polyamory, which puts a bad taste in her mouth. not both at once. two ratio systems, many crankshafts, many gear systems, both can be articulated at once. i have many friends, and i know them all fairly well, and to different levels of wellness, and different topics. is sex a minimum of a 9-month relationship, or the making of a concert that will take at least 9-months to arrange appropriately?

artificial genesis.[neon]

now you've fallen into the anime loop. a mountain valley that is stunning and also hidden in a shameful way.

shame. what is it? the quantum ball. believing that you've got something great and not sharing it appropriately. either not sharing it, or sharing it in a way that is detuned between you and the world.

it is not that you are detuned from the world. the world is also detuned from you. an engine and the gear both strain to mesh.

with intelligence. your intelligence. or the intelligence of an automatic system of spinnings, while you are left to mesh other gears. like putting gas in the car. or getting money.

administration of gear meshing. shame. failure. missing TEETH.

do what you love. do not fail to do what you love. do it right, do it in the right context and mesh.

when i make others struggle to experience good things, i am trying to get them to rev their engine, hard. i love to hear other people in the redline working. i do not love malfunctions or that tuh-tuh-tuh of slipping, like soviet fire at the front line, i want to see people making better engines in themselves, spinning faster, producing greater gravity of action and pulling their loads stronger, harder. this is me.

so i challenge people. hey, pull this load! look at this connection, that is a fine alloy, wouldn't you say? the others examine it, like 'what is he doing with that massive crossbar', or disregard it entirely from the outset through internal considerations...

the expectation, the fear, the small sampling of a major mistuned crash. i specialize to a degree in chaos. blending gears, seeking and finding the goals we both share. but it requires work, and if you become soft metal i will melt[alloy] you.

let's get meshing. i am spinning this particle faster and faster on my own again. a response to a very personal engagement. a belief that internally one will need a very high quantity of spin, respect for living issues, and asking that someone to mesh those gears. i have one gear. it is 'on'. chicks seem to have many gears, or to divide quantities of spin into different gears, to be meshed to issues. i want to work on those issues one at a time. they want them all to be worked on.

as though chicks want to fuck every guy. and guys all want to fuck just one chick. or to fuck as many chicks of one sort as possible, while chicks want every guy to be fuckable. i step back outside the radius of this topic, and it is ridiculous or offensive.

it's a glowing red set of coals, with many large and wide black triangles with small blue chips on them. they are large viruses of some sort. i will need to negotiate them. oh, it is respect. each point of the triangle says, "hey, distinguish me from that other over there." the vagina is not a butt[colon ] concept. they are pushed *wide* apart. proper grammer is demanded in such an ass-risky situation. each one is a risk, and each one is a function of that scientist who i will look up online's problem concept. every hole is a little hey, but what lays down the end of the hole is the thing. every door is openable, and opening doors is usually a [n]ice experience, or represents one, but what lays through that door, down the hallway, that is why the door opens. knowing this, fearing going down the wrong hallway, having to go back, it is so.

then there are the internal issues, which do not mesh well. what is way back up that butt? nothing special or good that can use this data that i bring. not in a way i'd like to produce or discuss. it sure won't make a baby. there's no ovaries or cervix down there. and making babies is the pin, the key to why and what is going on. just coming is like opening a door, but it leads to nothing, a brick wall, unless the hallway is open.

lock picking skills. handle jiggling skills. have you ever been... dry humping someone... guys, and then your bang hurts because it's like you've been humping a dry wall?

yeah, you have. unless you're a *monster* of some sort.

monster. it becomes a term of envy. a term of fear. wow that guy can probably psi[n] spin up way faster than i can, solve problems way better than i could. [someone says through me: he could take any chick i have.] that is abuse. it is envy, but i wanted to say it more articulately instead of just pop it on the page. 'it is envy'. envy in me. it also makes men, and women, feel that their best fruits will be in vain.

women don't necessarily need to feel this envy in the same way because they'll be busy with the kid for 9 months, although the guy could leave, they say. envy is fear. it is a little bit of the thing that you do not want to happen happening.

a king for the right reasons.

to stop that fear is to make those things not happen, and it is a denial of recognition of perceived superiority. as though it were a destruction of a better thing. we are here amidst the concept of making good things happen using good things. to destroy a better thing is shameful. although you are not lesser than it, it is not necessarily better than you, only you perceive it that way and accept it. you affirm your weakness. then you examine the side benefits to weakness, as the focus of strength has been shifted to that thing, and you want to negotiate it. how could i benefit from this guy being better than me? become #2? be his friend? these are submissions, subversions, made mandatory [8>9] reexaminations and continual competition perceived to be uphill.

the gwar on terror.

it is nothing more than a condition where you have many things to attend to.

spirits who say things like 'please amputate', they emphasize and try to enhance the fear of fear. they should be killed.

they are foreign entities coming around and saying, ooh that's bad, leave it.

enemy ghosts, from wrongfaced competetors around the globe of reality, discouraging you. i would rob them of their life, and shake their masters into addressing their own problems [misgivings] inside themselves. they are me. a separation of myself, a -8 mirror to my being, lacking the 9 of intelligence, the 9 of articulating gears.

the consequences of misgearing, may they not exist. may those consequences go away. the gears, may they still be respected and the hallway, the doors, may they still be opened for the right reasons.

but bring me the technology and machines to make it unimportant whether or not i have money, whether or not i have food, whether or not i have a home or family or car or health, that i may have them and love them, not forget them and leave them.

then i will do what i love.

forever.

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chapter break.

what arew the topic around me to negotiate on this high mountain? i could turn to states. i could turn to gods. i will turn to peanut butter sandwiches. a refinement of myself, the only and tallest mountain in my view. what is that point? a rolling hill from this perspective. ants below on the ground from an airplane can still have fantastic and infinitely pointillated lives, if you become deep into them.

respect that from the sky. appreciate it. appreciation of the lives of others who will never meet you. be those lives. even if you will never expose yourself to them and can run just less than infinitely smoothly without them. respect infinitisemal forces. no, respecting is giving them space in your life that they may not need. appreciate infinitesmal forces. know that they exist and could be affected if necessary or good.

they could be gods. they could be demons. do not give that space unless you want to know it and be with it. knowledge of good and evil.

peanut butter.

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a man who loves, it's [obvious that] george bush can't handle all the things on his plate.

this is the plate:
[if he is trying to do what is best for us all. there is a distinct crook in his campaign. he expects us to reject something he proposes, and rightfully most likely, but he prepares for it. he does not represent us. without that secrecy, and without that vision that he cannot share, he'd be just another failure and nutbar as president.

that place, that crook, is a valve to get secret pullshit into our presidency and nation. a hidden weakness. we've been fighting off the infections for years, and we want the source stopped.

facing such opposition. we have been exposed to these things because the world says to us, hey, you've got too much and you're doing too little.

a) who the fuck are you to say that
b) i want to help you, and i should not be afflicted by you, now an enemy, in the process of changing
c) corporatism is more the problem. who is the best source with which to examine these corporations?

they are numerous tall towers in spots in America, cities, and they have one bad black red and pink triangle with a corner slightly chopped, and it doesn't seem to be so harmful, for the tall towers. but they do not want to be looked at, and they contain badness, and overseas, they do **almost nothing but harm**.

this president, these wars, they are that harm coming back to us, the victims of it saying please please, do something about this! they have found the base, the origin of the emanation, and their prayers have snowballed into a huge monster, a good bad monster, to motivate us into changing these problem-sponsors. the monster did not begin huge, and was presented seriously to many stronger forces first, but brushed aside. a million hellos not given, remembered and turned back into something new.

the monster strikes. we must stop harming them, well, most of us don't harm them. these megacorporations do. this megastate does. it has become an American company, with certain caveats that make it not a corporation, but a land, a control set, a sponsor, a farmer turned evil and wrong in his greed and desire to compete against winter, that other farmers must burn.]

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he fears or palely loves society more than he loves his friends. he allows his views of society to overtake him before his views of himself, before the views he has of his friends...

an immoderation of love.

has someone said that of me, in a way that greedily needs to be addressed? which is responded to be accusing others of that thing, since it will not be unmade or articulated within itself. it is an overlap. a mandatory overlap, a crook falsely called whole.

because of perceived [lost, losing] events.

do i respect all of my seed? yes, i must.

then masturbation, in all [its disgusting] metaphors.

i would say that masturbation is like practice. so many spirits have problem with it. one big problem? yes, the stuff is wasted. but what do you say to masturbating women? time is lost? is articulation to real humans lost? i would say that it is not. it only enhances the tuning that you have with yourself. i do not [doi] sex purely for others. i do it for myself too. it's a pin in there that i do it because i enjoy it, and because i have something to give.

something smells.

i am an artist. pornography. is that choosing doors to open, the the brick right behind the frame? they do not recognize how much internal dialogue goes on during the act, how much consideration happens behind the brick wall.

'what would i do if this were real?'

as if that reality was a tyrant in their minds[?]

a tiger, brown paper cardboard, and i with a sword.

what would i do? and how many times must i do it?

vigilance. do i enjoy chopping the head off of tigers? not so. do i believe i must? sometimes i should, but being forced to is an articulation brought upon me by others. the tiger itself. one katana, two tigers?

do they want me to train differently?

friendly pets.

sex as opposition, or not opposition. an overcoming of opposition, versus a basking in the glory of being loved. either in each gender.

and they think harder.

harder.

it's not dirty. it's not soft metal. it's RINGING!! my heart is ringing, it's not the hand.

a perception of opposition. someone behind me. 5% fear. i do not want it to happen. but 5% is 54% is the whole thing. that fear inside my brain, brought to my body, may i cut t[y]hat off instead.

or may i instead retune it so the engine doesn't seize, me.

my God that satan is a wormhole. garbageman, what went differently? i know it was old, so trash it. i do not feel i will need to destroy the Chinese empire. garbageman, i cannot rely on you to tell me what pieces of the puzzle are worthless and which are not. your questioning them does not make them yours. you are not an engineer, you are scum.

i said it. you fuck up my puzzle too often. never should you. you're barred from my area. you are desiring pieces to put into the furnace, you're a coalman, you're a train engineer. a shovel boy. you think you see the gray coal in me or parts of my work and you attack it. get the fuck out of my life.

this page itself has been made into coal by your idiot ramblings. it was once a good golden green and dynamic machine that you've turned sour for the purpose of burning. you would burn mount everest.

feel the slime and the pain that is due to be yours.

i want this enemy to have no power. to not produce a single suggestion. all of them follow his rampant desire for coal, with a mindless 8>9 obsession with destabilizing it. you scumworthy faggot.

yes, that's harsh words. a crowd of morons surround him. he has become them too. taken their prized possessions and made them beggers. kill him. destroy him!! he has no worth or value. the worth he produces is zero, i could build that corvette with the corvette you just trashed. you disgusting reminiscing lost cycle.

you are a satirization of masturbation. you think or say that it produces nothing. it refines the concept. by destroying my car, you do not necessarily help me make a better car.

you're no engineer. you're a horseradish.

you're envious. you're unsatisfied with my work. it is not yours. the 5% in him that makes him think my stuff belongs to him, eat those words. he is attacking my kidneys for loot.

may the pull that he finds in himself before searching through any thing he wrongly thinks is a garbage pail eat him. may he put himself into that furnace.

may the world bloom rich and bright with flowers and curves and curls.

from the fire he speaks. like t1000.

may the force that brings him back together and together be dismantled. we'll see whatever it is that is needed in its absence and build that without building the monster he was and lays.

a lawyer. 11>12. a tube wanting to destroy things. not to build new. fucking kali.

killer. an idiot who does not know good but destruction.

says it is sustainable so long as there is things to destroy, but i found that it would not destroy all, it would leave itself and a few others.

it quickly calls itself good, when people rationalize it. that is a lie i do not support. it is a tyrant. it is quick to go down paths to destruction that it has not been given permission to use. it is probably responding to or satirizing the many bad names it has been called, probably for the many bad things it has done in its dearticulation. an infinite loop cycle has pinched off from an original loop of goodness. destroy it, kali. destroy yourself and burn out.

it is a small loop, a hellhole, something good that was perverted. it has an envy, a pride, a greed that is corrupted. it is an association of its own original life with goodness, to the point that it will destroy anything else, everything else. kill it.

it has a twist in its original code, saying it is above all things. a gear and an engine both work to turn. it has failed to turn itself in the environment at all. it turns so slowly too. from a long time ago when machines were new.

it will decoy anything that you want to find. any condition for joining with it, it will produce as a lie, on the condition that you mesh with it. but it does not change substantially, noticibly, but it must change. it has a series of cursed conditions upon it. if it ever moves, it is merely a perception of it moving and not true movement. a bridge overtop. it desires to be unknown, but to know.

unknown because of the gross shame that it deserves. its endless arrogance. to know because of the gross shame that it deserves. its endless arrogance.

<9.

this is the satan. who believes in making all things exactly like himself, and who believes that advancement is evil. so he spins infinitely slowly, and demands that other mesh with him to become him. he is stillness that causes evil.

he sees or saw something that no one else saw. probably in himself. now an infinite loop of wanting others to not see it. he benefits from others not seeing it, despite the amount of disgearing it caused.

the arrogance has not left.

it is on an infinitely self sustainaing cycle. intelligence can break it. he is an idiot, and others around him reciprocate that not knowing of him. the dumber he is, the less they know. the less they know, the more he appreciates himself. asshole. 'asshole' is accurate. certainly the sensation behind it. i don't care about the actual term i refer to. i would prefer to break that thing in him off and he will suffer with his own blood.

it is as though he is tied to a simple knot and has taken it to the greatest and most horrific lengths in the lives of others.

maybe it is the curse of God upon Satan from the garden. maybe it is from before that. he was a giant douche to begin with. maybe it was because of the massive disgeared event of eating the apple. it's not an infinite curse, you know. the engine will recover someday. so too on satan, but that he continues in idiocy with that knot forever.

i expect people not to know that Satan is 11>12, and God is 12>13, when i tell them. I expect the topic to be difficult to broach, because people don't know number theory. they should, or i should work with articulates.

satan is grossly inarticulate. it is true. the thing he has concealed needs to be mapped, not with a bridge. he avoids it in infinite ways. it splinters as you come close to it, so to trick you into taking one of those chasms away from it.

a black cone pointing up? that upward motion is dark?

empty space is only important because something attaches to it.

he wants infinite acuity of that event. adding another event to it, or it being observed, would change that event. i would destroy the darkness around it, frankly. i will continue to work with it.

a giant dense cone of time spent pausing around that one event. what is the event? it is probably a single whitish blue photo at the top of the cone. trying to look at it, to unhide the effects around it bent the scenario. if it cannot be looked at, it cannot be solved. and the problem is satan's and satan's alone. he has worked for 10,000 years to bury this problem deeper and deeper in mud. fuck you.

it bent the world around me. now i am being IM'd and i would call the reason behind the IM a distraction and a dearticulation from this topic, though i appreciate it.

do i appreciate the secret in the photo? is it a fake event? there is no way of knowing. he still wants to cover it up more. it must be magic from within the photo going out, unless he is an idiot caretaker of the event. it must be some thing inside that photo that demands he be beholden to it.

but it is so important that it could be anything. and it will shift as an unstable w[e]ave function until it is known. is it a random number generator that satan has wrongfully feared? it could be great.

also a spot where my heart was fine has now been destabilized by its random function.

hmm. satan wants to remain the same, while this thing has irradiated and changed everything. it is a ball of pure wonder. it is 8-like. but it will change anything.

you don't need to bury that thing quite so much, satan. don't you fucking laugh about it.

it's a wonderous ball of color. it is heaven. it's what Harold Stevens described as liquid love. it is a swirl of colors. it is the place of God. satan would hide that thing under mountains of dirt because it will change him from the thing that he is. he loves himself more than heaven.

heaven is being infinitely malleable, and having all of those things realized all the time. it is non-identity.

the disgrace with which satan tries to decide for us and protect us form this ball, tries to mother us and say hey you don't go there, it is a terror inside himself.

this ball can be negotiated articulately rather than hidden. sure, it is infinite action and expression which is greater than stability, destabilizes everything. it is the hellbending fire. the sun of existance. the source of all origin and change.

ask it to be or do anything, and it will be. amazing. yes, anything. it is infinite power. we are articulating from it based on slowed down gunk. we are the earth spinning around it, not a ball of gross dirt trying to extinguish the sun.

should i enter the sun? well, i'd be destroyed long before i found the reactions inside it that make it a ball of infinite wonder.

[balls] of infinite doubt are what satan makes. inbetween we live.

satan wants to conduct everything, and cannot conduct that. he doesn't even know what it is, and he does not appreciate it.

appreciating infinite wonder is the way to live in it.

without satan, we'd be okay. the place would fill with infinite wonder.

i touched my brain to the ball and it burnt away a large portion of it. melted those wires right into liquid. maybe by field, as gas, they could remain articulate. it does destroy data if you get too close, but the data needs not be lost despite its markers removed.

satan get the fuck off me. "ah, something other than that ball"

the ball is everything. there is no mediator between myself and the ball, i am of the ball. satan is a tool. satan must not be between me and the God ball. not even that name is acceptable.

it is intelligent actions. why do you let satan live?

it is infinite action and infinite intelligence. speak to it in 8's. speak to it as negotiations of infinity.

it would make this room fill with change right away. i would be overwhelmed. so we treat the messages it gives as precious presents, and select the time between them.

that fag satan is a coward in fear of this ball. i love it.

i do not ever EVER give satan the right to become between me and the ball. i want, it wants, satan does not want, but is.

satan will compete with this ball for my attention, to get me away from it, as if he were saving me from it.

eat all pictures that come between me and the ball, that are from satan or one of satan's emissaries, or are to intend to take me from the ball.

also, ball, you don't need to let satan become important. why did he be?

02:18:59 AM) woman: Do you care about me at all? I thought you did but now I am unsure. Because I love you and if you were like HEY IM FREAKING OUT, woman, what is the matter with you? I would tell you, even if I was busy. I can't just go from that to a mundane conversation. You can not keep doing this to me. My heart, man. My poor little heart is being beaten down and it is so hard.
(02:19:46 AM) hesnotaduck: i am midstream in a huge story
(02:20:16 AM) man: you're a nice girl, but you bit my collar bone in two pieces with your spirit
(02:21:00 AM) woman: !!!
(02:22:52 AM) woman: so your collar bone is in two pieces? spiritually?
(02:23:20 AM) woman: If I did something unconsciously, then I'm sorry.
(02:23:22 AM) man: well, i've been trying to heal it
(02:23:28 AM) man: i understand
(02:23:49 AM) man: it's been set from time to time and hitched but you bit it right through
(02:24:08 AM) man: and something in me says wow, that is so not cool. why would she do that? and it does not want to heal until i know
(02:24:18 AM) man: but i don't need to know. that is respecting that horror
(02:24:29 AM) man: i can appreciate that something happened without being injured by it
(02:24:39 AM) woman: well maybe you need to know to heal it. maybe we need to talk about it.
(02:24:51 AM) man: if i don't know, it seems that it could happen again somehow

edit out those names. this could happen to anyone.

they were wrong, whatever they were. that it could happen again is merely a design flaw in the machine. it happened because of a judgement made wrongly or a connection made wrongfully, not a pattern of connection that is risk. because we are ruled by intelligence and 8<9, we do not need to fear being hurt again in the same way if we have been hurt once and reacted with intelligence.

"i'd do it differently next time" is great. the 5% fears, eat them, and anything that begins to turn into them.

does there need to be a separate source of destruction for the glowball? it could pick up after itself too. that would strip the satan function of any authority and make the glowball operate in a lovely way. i suppose this is the outer articulations of the glowball.

a superconductor that is all colors instead of purple-gray? the purplegray being to move those things to obscurity, and by obscuring reveal im[poor]tance. which is a filthy cup. or to allow all things and to produce surges of articulation in whichever area there is. so to be all things at once but some most especially right now.

IMs

(02:25:02 AM) man: let's talk
(02:25:06 AM) woman: okay.
(02:31:44 AM) woman: It's really tough for me to deal with all of this spiritual stuff. I don't quite grasp all of it. I remember when you said ouch the other night and were talking about your collarbone, and it pains me to see you hurt and I'm sorry. I hope you understand that. I know you SAY you do but I don't think you really do because we need to talk about things more. Sometimes I just shut down and skirt around subjects because honestly I get really upset really quickly and when I am upset I just can't function. And when I don't know what you're thinking, I just go a little nutty.
(02:32:22 AM) woman: You're really the only person who has that affect on me.
(02:32:39 AM) man: well, take your time spiritually, but i know you love the concept because it is good
(02:32:58 AM) man: it did hurt. spiritual change only affects physical things when it is dramatically weakened
(02:33:38 AM) man: you took that energy from me in some way
(02:34:37 AM) man: i don't know what internal memo you have that you have given authority and not re-read recently, or what compassion for you that i have to allow you to fulfill this memo, but they are both wrong because my collarbone's existance and freedom is a better production than either of those concepts


(02:28:29 AM) girl: my ex just told me that he and i are lifepartners but he doesn't see me ever being a romantic thing for him again. and he keeps me on a short chain saying i'm his best friend, blah blah blah.. etc... he wants me to move to the netherlands and well.. i honestly am sick of following his ass. we aren't together anymore and i still hate talking to him for reasons that he broke my heart into threes
(02:31:40 AM) spaghettioflove: "to allow all things and to produce surges of articulation in whichever area there is. so to be all things at once but some most especially right now. "
(02:32:03 AM) spaghettioflove: you could go to the netherlands, you could tolerate his sexual indecision for you
(02:32:09 AM) spaghettioflove: does it stop you?
(02:32:31 AM) girl: yes, i don't want someone who only sees me for friendship.. why follow him
(02:35:27 AM) spaghettioflove: you could accept him for friendship. i know you want to examine and negotiate the concepts that made the closeness you had before change
(02:35:52 AM) girl: i want to distance myself from him
(02:35:54 AM) spaghettioflove: and if his words stand the way they are and seem to that closeness would be different
(02:35:56 AM) girl: he still wants closeness.
(02:36:11 AM) spaghettioflove: that is the opposite. you want closeness to the one he was, and he wants distance
(02:36:19 AM) spaghettioflove: you want distance from this new thing

the terror of injury. it is not so much injury as dearticulation. both things are there, the health and the new item. the injury is a refusal to be in both places.

you who would terrify others based on your own fear of injury, scabs.

the goals you have lay in the world and in the world through the ones living around you. may they both be pleasant. they are both alive.

==

i think this dude, a sun, has a way of being the light, and people around him clinging to him like a flashlight, when there is other radiation nearby. but then, he clears his field. she does not. she needs and wants his light.

==

IM's

to the bike.

field sexuality.

planets and suns, world building and other people, and fat sex. sexual deviance. sexualized environment scripting for the purpose of building specially reinforcing social scenarios. often reinforcing a field that is otherwise terminal.

==

IM's thru swinging

someone makes me smell. i smell kind of a lot. it is someone misunderstanding me as gaseous sex. like a [VAPOR], they say, unsolidifiable. it is their own fear and stereotype. they have beef with masturbation and forgetting and disrespect and usury of sex. that is awful and things that i reject as well. we share those common goals, and they did not know.

the godball and i share common goals, of sorts. i want to share its center goal.

there is a certain degree of deviation that i allow in my powers for others to play with. it is perhaps 5%. but even 5% of a whole i can examine very closely. i can experience 5% of a dollar as spent worthwhile on a project i approve of.

people hide things from others that they hide from themselves.

just putting the chakra up and not the boner, that is kind of not awesome. although it can be made awesome, as it has good and bad parts. my sexuality is a thing, and using it properly to do good is a thing. it is complex as [prout].

==

john book. he who walks the path of Jesus is walking with him. he who walks but is not with him is gone.

the guy john swensone. he is shrouded from me. he has done and wanted bad things. i have clearly inarticulated him grossly and it has remained with him. and he has to me. he sees me as feeding this black hole inside my room, which is a wrong statement. it is merely hidden from him.

(03:52:33 AM) man: love
(03:52:49 AM) man: what is time without love?
(03:52:57 AM) man: closeness to me
(03:53:06 AM) man: closeness without interaction is heat

therefore, God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and peace. collossians 3:[!]2.

what is the justice that happens to your seed? 7<8, 8<9, 9<10, what is the world? a close up marker of the ways that your love and seed distinguish. a major checkup. an environment.

when i see the porn, i usually try to interact with potential partners in the porn. who is that woman, what is she doing? what would be an ideal partner mind to live inside her body? what would be an ideal body to have an ideal mind inside? these things are constantly being refined when porn is happening. masturbation is happening.

growing love.

turning people into the ideal minds and bodies you want them to be. it takes time. DNA takes time. we put a lot of approval on a boner. i noyl give boners to things that i think are right, sexually, to make new bodies of that sort, with myself.

i remember ringing, and i liked that quite a lot. a good woman who is not paying attention to herself, as it seems she is as perfect as i see her.

the love inside, the message of goodness, the excellent in feeling right and doing good. the same feeling going inward to myself from someone else, [or outward from myself to someone else].

caring about people as well as the self, and both carrying the message. life and love.

someday i will free her. soon. as soon as i realize it. someday i will free us all from satan and bring us safely to the godball.

it is alive. so intensely that i cannot negotiate it sensibly. it is refinement that neutralizes me by infinite negotiations. it loses me in a sea of worthy particles. i too am worthy. may i still be worthy in thatsea. may satan be destroyed, as one injured arrangement of good pieces of sand.

because satan does not care deeply about other things, he is an idiot. he is a -8, and maybe should not be cared about. if he refuses to care, he will be harmed. badly and until he cares or is swpet a[WAY].

you're not all important[, bitch].

your error statement of 8>9 is wrong, and i have no appreciation for it, nor respect for it. if it infects you, it is a wrong association of your particles which i do not respect nor appreciate.

fuck you[[rself]. goodbye.]

the association between yourself and 8>9 is wrong. it is false. a fear. 5%. eat that 5%.

you are too a coward. that is fear. someone eat that fear. and the factory that makes [meks] it's wrong parts. mechs. i don't care what kind of defenses spring up to say 8>9, they are wrong. and their machines will seize. every voluntarily faulty machine should seize, and will.

some of the 'fuck you' that satan spews goes to *himself* for failing to negotiate the gap. he is one side of that gap. that is universal truth now. may your arrogance die. is that malice? it is malice against the good portions that approve of bad. but that malice is not justice. it is equality. which should be ruled by intelligence on both sides. satan's intelligence translating to not harming or seeking to stop others away from what they want, and...

oh, he thinks he must join with others. no, you should perish.

or that must join with others means now or something.

this guy assumes his own authority over all things in negotiating this join. i'd say go into the center of the sun then. and lose.

i do not grant him this authority. he's got a ball of infinite doubt somewhere. he wants to be called right regardless of what he does. he's often wrong. he fails to recognize the desires of other people when meshing gears.

before the cvt shows up, he's got to get stabbed out. he'd abuse that cvt and make it do bad things in reflection of his own past errors.

he made a big mistake. he tried to sync with some other thing, and totally got failed and pushed away, like no, you're not doing it right. and he doesn't respect that emphasis, because distinct to himself, he was doing it right, but in relation to other people, he was doing it wrong, and forcing himself upon those other people is also wrong. he wants to water down wrongness with more requests for it, or more examples of it being done.

please, really, kill him.

waah wahh wahh. he's a 6 year old child living the life of a 3 year old child, both of them douchbags. he sets up little traps and ploys to try to prove himself right.

no, get the fuck away. your idiot attempt at being right has failed, and nothing ever will make that event in the past right. 3 != 5 and it will NUH NUH NEVER be the case that 3 = 5.

3 piles and 5 piles could have the same quantity of sand, but they are not the same #.

basically gears are a big amount of sand being divided into new amounts of piles, the idea is for each pile to continue to grow, and for the average pile size to be moving upwards at all times, despite shifting to different sand pouring machines. if the sand pile gets smaller, it will destabilize.

bad people can change. i do not want to help satan negotiate joingin the world while he thinks 3=5. he's got to address that issue, or he will be crushed always, and seek to hide the truth from others, whom he views as watering down the real truth. he doesn't make any light of his own. so he gets 1000 people to vote for him, to vote that 3=5. it doesn't. folk are not truly comfortable with that, and it doesn't make sense, it is not an intelligent force. it is unsustainable.

God, remove all authority from satan. he's doing it wrong. on purpose. removing that authority would destroy the pictures he is made of and their system of organization and then the dust would organize as something else. have we learnd from satan living briefly? it's going to have to be one over the other. and satan is not better than the god[f]ball. he insults the ball. whose idea was it to join at such an inopportune moment and say things untrue there? was it purely satan's, or was it god?

i can't imagine it being purely satan's. the gear and engine both labor.

hmm it looks like there is a bridge over the sun, with a few wide shallow parts with cyan blue triangles in the center of them midway buried in the sun.

8>9's? i was also advised not to solve this problem now. sunspot activity 2012? the actual sun?

also satan is messing with my kidneys. he takes the energy from there to see what i have been doing, as he believes in his own authority over all things. i have authority over satan. i am going to drive him into a wall. i will try to make him mesh with something huge. no, maybe he should try to mesh with himself. yes. he will cut himself to tiny pieces because he is unsustainable. -14. 3=5 is a terminal error.

[music comes from the inside.]

good music. just music.

i enjoy hearing the threshing of Satan inside himself. he's now a ball! nice, a ball inside himself meshing himself infinitely, chasing an empty space between 3 and 5, that is called 4 = sustainability.

social function is not action. 3 != 5.

some kind of drain is going to satan. it is authorities he has placed over me from before the hellball event.

yeah, that sucks. is godball sustainable? yes. if not, make it so. same for myself. satan must go inside himself where he will become sustainable. if he find #4, he can come out and affect things on the outside in intelligent meaningful ways, successfully.

but until then he is a wildly deformed 8-ball. unable to negotiate 8 into 4X2, two being knowing. i know *that* thing, and i am myself. total of 2 items.

something is leaking. i expect it to mostly leak to satan and for him to do the evil and terrible things in revelation with this power, and his wrongness, and then for it to burst out of him and become nothing and be left, and then for good things to happen.

that it is a change does not mean that it will happen. 3 != 5. you could stall out.

not all changes are certain to occur. appreciate them! appreciate them when they do.

is the gray now and light blue triangle on the sun... some kind of thing?

yeah, something is different. this is bad.

what do we do about it? be 4 ourselves? be sustainable? it's an em field function. is satan collecting authority? he does not have authority. he's got another error in him other than 3=5. i had id'd him as b-5, b-7, b-3, b-11 previously. he's got a 6>7. review is not greater than justice. he can ask 1000 times, and those times do not make him righter. those changes, the 3, they are not 5. 3/5 != 5/7. 3/5 != 6/7.

he is succeptible to new things now that he's on the 3=5. i do not feel the need to work on him. i can do anything i want. he's a separate entity that i am not beholden to experience nor to use. he could arrange a crash on his part, but may that be from within himself to himself. i do not want to participate in his falsehood.

insults that are not true, or lawyered into being understood as not true are a -3. that -3, to him, is turned into lack of respect for others, which eh calls more authority for himself. he is a faggot, and he is a bad creature, although he also contains or holds hostage good things. fuck you too. does he view opposition as a call to take authority over that opposition? fuck you. no. these things are details of the errors inside him, to be fixed by angels or possibly by myself manually, eventually.

i don't want to have to fix you. you're not supposed to be doing it wrong. i would rather not join you than do it wrong. if you insist on doing it, and then insist on doing it wrong, i will not join you even if i have considered doing it. i will not accept wrong.

that 5% is not meant to affirm wrong. it is meant to show you that you are wrong, or if you are right, to accept that right, and to anoint myself with it as well. but trying to trick me into using that to change myself into something wrong, then i may have to choose to harm you. by leaving you, or maybe punching you if you make me have to, in order to follow my own righteous dreams. or ask someone else to punch you if i shouldn't do it myself.

then you insult me. you are wrong. you still want it. i would say reciprocate that want back into yourself. 14 yourself. 7!=8. justice is not always equality. you cannot know what is justice for someone else just by experiencing it yourself. it requires intelligence. i also do not have to go through this gamut of saying what is right and what is wrong.

right is right, and others who do not recognize that will not come near me.

this satan, he hopes for what is wrong. may he review inside himself the math before he attempts to put it on others. God did not choose to join him when he chose, because of intelligence. 'no that would not be wise now'.

satan thought 3=5 though.

satan is wrong. when he tries to trick people, he is wrong and tricking himself. he is reatarded. or too quick. it's hard to say. why has this problem languished for so long? fucking cut it off.

eat that fear. he's a big 0. a big bluish black zero. he's been bruised by nothing? but it's not nothing, because i know the circle is not sustainable. but it's not sustainable by only the tiniest bit, although that bit is intensely wrong, a +-. something bad that wants to attract all kinds of good things to it, to shroud itself in a crowd.

what is the identity of that thing? i know it will fight to not be known. it will obscure. produce the algorithm to defeat it's desire to not be known. 4<5. action is greater than the sustainability of its hiding.

then it views 6, the review, as automatic justice. "oh, well i have *something* [anything] to say about that. so no!" 6 != 7. that too is sustainability. satan should be 14'd on that inequality, until he falls apart from the error consuming him.

yes. it is hurting you. you will fall apart if you say 6=7. i won't say it.

punish this bitch for his threats. that is a correction. 7 exists to correct to an original course and pathway. which is ruled by equality. satan and God are not equal, though they are made of the same living photos. if satan had intelligence he would recognize difference in others, but he fails to so frequently.

yes, always, actually. infinity minus one.

this part of the book isn't going to be very good. i am fighting satan's illogic. i've untied several knots in him already, as you can read about above.

oh, he is trying to say that i don't know him fully.

fuck you. i know that you think numerous errors. can i know an error? i don't need or want to experience 4=5. i know it's wrong. i don't need to know you and the ways you feel with intelligence, because reality rules intelligence. it's "true" that 3!=5. that 5>4. it is true because it is the environment. 10. 1 is the thing, 0 is the environment.

satan's biggest error is 11>12. 11 != 12.

he thinks that making everything like himself is progression. because he got rejected by God that one time, coz it wasn't awesome.

yes, you and other things do need to be in a similar valley to progress. but that means that you need to change, and quite a lot, [as you have been] more than 0 points, as you've been trying to not change at all.

your incredible arrogance and lack of love and understanding of others keeps you from joining them.

are they also right? how can one thing be judged? by the other things around it. Satan fails to judge himself based on the other things around him.

he is unable to see himself. now that he can he has a 14. but he also still has other lame errors inside himself. 11>14? that won't last. it's also false. 1!=1 is a pretty clear law.

he has a lot of non-understanding about the term 'fucking'. or he chooses to misunderstand it because he wants error. he's also doing all kinds of secret 14-active magic spells on me, which i reject. 15>14. pulling the 'see yourself' on him is supposed to get him to change his -11 errors. he has stolen authority from himself now.

but then something else happened. different kinds of sustainability? that is ruled by 15. 11<12. progression, and intentional perception is greater than conformity and becoming just like satan.

then 13. and then 14. 14>11. i am teaching an arrogant bastard child. he's trying numberous loops. he's trying these insults through the 3=5. he should try them through the 11. yeah, he did, and he is an arrogant bastard child, or the feeling thereof.

he doesn't know to look to the 12 rather than the 11 for the meaning and intention of an insult, or a word for that matter.

'pglorp' is not a word i know, but it expresses certain meaning. to produce a confusion inside you. it doesn't have any other meaning.

he's also trying to reduce this document to nothing. it's many words.

for that, God, stab his eyes.

stab him where he wants my accomplishments and desires to be eliminated. right in the 11>12.

i intentionally perceive this page. i have chosen to make these changes to the degree that i know them and want them. satan would call himself greater than this, because he is so filthfully poor at shifting gears.

the effects satan places upon me with his efforts to make me just like him, they should fail, as they have failure at their cores.

satan is an origin of fears. a fear being a strand of events with 'no' on both sides of it. it's like "not this: xxxxx :it shouldn't become that" the no's do not double-negative. they both point to the fear. a dual confirmation of it not being that.

[document #2 proceeding]

i have started a new document so they cannot get deleted. is it fear, or good housekeeping? it could be either.

Satan really wants these documents gone, because i want them on purpose. he still thinks 11>12. he wants the difference between himself and others to be gone, because of the brutal shame he experienced by being rejected from god when he said 3 = 5.

God's like no. Go out there if you want to say/live 3 equals 5. Or if you say 11>12. or any other real falsehood. it's what all good idiots should do. leave and either make their own kingdom that either sustains itself in its own way or crashes, or find out that they're scum and change and return to the place they came from better.

did adam and eve do this? the exile? i don't think they did that kind of thing on purpose. they were ejected from the garden by God. They probably failed to mesh with God after they [appled]...

my eyes have been messed up for a long time. i have sometimes worked to find the software between them. anything that happens and is good needs to be intentional change, and sustainable.

organization of possibilities should occur to help serve all who a[re] organized better. in a way that sustains itself, and is intentional action.

Satan is still a weight at 11. God, destroy him. he has improved, but not there. it is a bloodstain on a carpet that is now cleaner than before. it is throw awayable.

Satan, get the fuck out of town! he's trying to take us from God. to himself. that is MALICE. satan works using malice. malice is unjust. it's not an issue on 11. it is a 6=11. he is still reviewing that original rejection. because being with God means so much to him.

i hate evil ways and untruth.

review does not mean that others should review the same thing.

do you not feel shame for trying to steal my crown? you hide your actions from me there, why do you not hide it from yourself by not doing it?

i do fight you. when you do or want things that are wrong. you should not want those things, not because i fear them, but because it will cause me to not join you. as long as you want them, i will not join you.

i don't [have to] respect him until he does what is right. but appreciating that he lives, that is agreeable. i make no space for his errors. none.

by satan's logic, it is all fine. no, wait, it's not. he's a big satirical douchebag. he's trying to teach me or God to do something differently. i don't have to join with satan. satan needs to recognize that God doesn't need him. this is a party room for those who love this kind of thing. it's many mansions. if you love evil, don't be here.

if you want me to love evil, don't be here. everybody in this town obeys these rules, or they leave. they also could go to neighboring communities if they like something similar.

you do care, and that is good to a degree. but caring too much, or too little, is wrong

satan is unable to articulate the gap between God and himself without harming them. he does not change himself to meet the needs of God in a way that benefits them both.

he also assumes people will accept 'bribes' at his convenience. he's a fag through and through. probably has a -8 on the end of a -3 inside the 6=11.

i do not like that i am afflicted with this dipshit until these maths are solved. i have a relationship with God and love and the world that i want to negotiate and enjoy without having to work on this buffoon.

satan knows where the emphasis is, except for intelligent choice. he assumes you will reciporocate him exactly. he is not "right". i will not copy "not right".

it is part of the inarticulation of error. the injury that can result from error. that satan is retardedly unaware of. or chooses to protect himself against by subjecting it to others at all times, when there is the possibility of success [12].

he's an arrogant prick who tries to get others to tend to him entirely instead of him do any work. he's a fuck. a prick. a bastard. a lover who does not move at all nor express a thing. i could fuck a log, or i could [fuck you], satan.

i don't like you. and you're changing that statement in me instead of yourself. you're like a politician who rigs elections. not fair. not right. not wanted. i will take care of my own desires but for those whom work with me and benefit mutually in 12>11 ways.

sensitive to injury? he's not. he's just lazy.

he's not cute either. 3=5 isn't cute.

i value things in this world to be the way i want them. "good". satan's idea of good is horrible. i affirm beauty and love and truth and freedom, just like this chinese poster in my room.

we all want to work well with others. except for lazy satan folk.

satan thinks he's the best thing in the world. and expects others too as well. i don't think he is. oh, he's idolizing some photo. some single photo that he doesn't want to be changed at all, and that he doesn't want to negotiate with other people. it's probably not so very awesome, and there's probably something better. he refuses to accept change. he's got this rose under glass, and i have never seen it, but the world that he has made around it is monstrous. i do not bow to this rose.

it's the idol he will probably put on earth, bring to life, heal of a seemingly mortal wound, and make everyone worship. but God will rise up and crush his dumb ass coz he's a fairy failure.

satan has stopped dreaming.

he beholds this thing above all others. that is idolatry and wrong. is it alive? technically it is a living frame, but it has been all but stopped. it is pretty nice in beauty, i am sure. he wants to protect it from this godball thing that will change it. he will compare nothing to the rose.

ooh, that's shakespear. he thinks the rose is better than shakespeare. "easily."

he's a cumrag. and the rose is clearly not all that good.

i am free from something now. by saying that the rose is not all that good he got made stopped trying to show it to me and left. or he is attacking me with malice neutralized by 8>9 hate now. 'he's bad, i can do anything to him in the name of this rose and call it right'. that is unintelligent.

what is this rose? it must have big bad magic on him or something, or maybe on anything that sees it. i'd like that not to be the case. i think that can be mathed out. find the 1!=1 in this rose, and crush it.

so what probably happened is satan goes along, do dee do, a big angel, and finds this 'thing'. i don't know what it is. it becomes or is the rose. it has changed. he respects this rose infinitely. saying it has changed throws him into a rage. that is 8>9. he is so taken by it that he wants to preserve it forever and experience it always and make everything in the world love and adore it. so he found that thing, and loves it more than anything, and will not negotiate with others about it. he's a fanatic. maybe he found 'infinity' or the thing of infinite beauty. yeah, beauty is nice. but there's intelligence too. the hottest bitch is not worth my time if she's evil or a doll.

maybe it's jupiter. jupiter, astronomically, was almost a star. so they claim was nibiru, the brown dwarf binary star to our own solar system. if it is real.

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a man wants me to change. he loves/fears society more than himself.

i do not like being forced into changing time. or harassed by the conditions i am currently in. how to reject gears that are with me but not good? 12, thanks.

he wants me to adapt to this failing society, and probably will more and more as it collapses, which is an inappropriate association. may he be broken of it in a peaceful way.

compassion. the collarbones. i have a soft spot on my collarbones, oh, life and love, love and harm. i do not have to harm myself to show others that i love them.

#3. the third chakra. the stomach. change. social action. many people i know have badly injured 3-chaks.

saying the same thing to two people, it is a 2^2^2, not a 3. every action should be change. it is 16, intentional review. but justice has already been served, so no change happens. it should be known that 16 serves 17, even if nothing changes. that 0 should simply be passed through. but it seems like it deserves to be reexamined, even if it is alright. what is the point of review if it doesn't change anything, or affirm the condition greater?

each time i enter my password in a computer, it reaffirms my secrecy or the security of the account. but each time i tell the same story to someone, the story does not get better, only better known.

that woman at the refinery who was talking about penis really turned me on. i loved her enthusiasm and admiration of it. i've wanted to experience that event again a few times. but not just the shape of the event, the true love coming through it in a form that surpasses that original love in amperage.

it is that it progresses that makes it sexy and hot. a relationship that changes, that coils. oh, kiss me.

she wants me to have the feeling of wanting to give it to her quite intensely! and i love that. even in her mouth, she wants it. she wants it to be expressed! RINGING!![!] so someone had it put in her mouth. a muscle, she says.

someone said that i wanted sex to be strongly expressed, so it was deviated to muscle! by who? someone who was jealous and resented the misunderstanding that they had for me, so they 11'd me. 12>11. my true original desire is greater than the obstruction they have put on the starpath. they would come between me and my desires!! that is a fake blockade. 12 breaks those.

12hz, simple. 11hz as well, to clearly define that 12>11. maybe 1.2hz.

it can make 13, an intentional association of enjoyment, a change in the original path, a new way of reaching it. but it must be pure of 12<11.

i did dig that very much, for her to want it so much, and to express it beautifully through her heart, a song, emotions, love. i will remember her love of and desire to be known.

the 5 is an action. fixing something. it is a change that is known to be stable.

someone is taking energy from my leg, a mockery, because of the statement i said above. it is 11>12. 5 is an action known to be stable. i considered that, decided it was understandable, and moved on. then satan robbed me of energy in my leg. it is obviously my energy.

he thought it would be a sustainable action for him to take energy from me, in that he could potentially keep it from me for a few cycles. he is a fucking asshat.

insults are sometimes shown to be 8>9. but they can also be 11<12. understandable. emotionally intelligible. they may not be articulate, but they can be opened up into articulation if need be.

something that moves around, a parasitic element, based on not being found by others, or avoiding finding. i'd love to punch satan in his stupid face. to penalize him for his atrocities.

he then wants to penalize me for the things that i do, as if we stood on even ground. he *lacks* intelligence. i believe that is true. if it is not true, show me the justice. he fails to use intelligence where is is progressive that he do it. he is 11>12 to being a big idiot. -9.

there is no way that any amount of shame or destruction could cause me to love what is wrong. satan can probably be shamed into loving what is right again. yes, some quantity of it seems to be available to force him to love what is right. with a crack in the review board, where 6 should go. 6!=11.

i'd rather shoot this motherfucker down than fix his [plane plain] problems.

why can't that be?

i am not quick to flood the world, or to wipe it out. satan could be wiped out, probably pretty easily if it was right to do. he's also a jerk, so he would not be missed. but what after? would killing folk become precedence? there needs to be a fine line between killing everyone who is off key and killing those who are virulently antagonistic.

love is caring. Satan never loved others. he doesn't love others the way God loves. satan loves that ugly rose.

he was doing fine until he found it. and he thinks it's infinitely important, when it is actually only finite in importance. God is good, this rose is not God. i wish that satan would leave us alone and go to the hell that will form around that rose, and that all of the things loving the rose will leave all other things alone forever.

he can worship the rose if he likes, but i get anything i want from him or i'll fuck him up or try to come between him and the rose. what does he think of that?

the rose, also, should be reviewed, as i examined beforehand. if i can find some imperfect elements in it. satan is a slave to this rose. but he's also like a heroin junkie.

i do not like the concept of hostage taking satan into doing this. is it a property of the rose that makes people or things beholden to it, or is it in the person.

i looked at it. it was a sinkhole of some kind. that blows. i may have lost that piece of my eye now. as i love God more than the rose. i intentionally associate myself with God and goodness, and not with the rose. i would keep myself away from the rose.

i am testing its stickiness. ugh, and satan loves that? how horrific. he must just be so disgustingly destroyed by it. i bet if the rose were destroyed he'd flip out and then go to hell and ~die, and all the things that he tormented or were tormented by the rose would go too, and then the things that didn't see it or love it would get freed and fixed.

would i miss it? it did something that is awful. i feel a question of yes! that is not my will, though. it is an 8>9. it requires intelligence. God, please help me get thanks. [unstuck from the rose.]

yeah, gotta untie that rose knot. it could be a black hole. that'd blow. my brain still hurts in that area. a kind of infiniteish density. it makes you not consider the other things in the world. like that density is closeness, like it would make shifting gears easier because the things are so close together, but it doesn't. it makes you enjoy and appreciate or respect others less.

omfg. is there just always a satan attached to this rose? how many satans? the rose should not be. intelligence says the rose should not remain in the loop that it is. how do black holes unform?

it is a progression to the black hole, sinking around it swirling in an ever tightening pattern. some things should not be participated in. 14 should solve that black hole.

they also radiate things. whatis 8 [-2] for it not to be? or maybe 8[-1] for it not to be? what kinds of qunatum data does it produce? probably hard to acquire that data since it has infinite gravity or something. it seems to be a fortress of some sort, which only radiation of a sort can escape. it basically turns matter into radiation, which would then restart into gas and become suns eventually, etc. the universe moves on.

i do want the cvt. variability to a level that dramatic change is not so necessary.

it creates a sympathy with itself.

i thought of gravity as being a sympathetic wave function, where they climb ladders towards one another. so that wayward radiation and planets would arrange into the right chatrooms/solar systems, based on hz frequency resonation on a slightly deviating subatomic level.

this guy has a pinkish tan +- curve and black/brown field in his head, on his #9. it's about intelligence, and not being called unintelligent. it's changing. i am metabolizing the em injuries in his local area. he is a toolshed, and trying to steal from me and control my actions.

no. i deserve those good things that i had/ve.

fuck you.

my parents are at risk of separation. i found that out tonight. as i write about it i realize that the

a black hole has an envy of us. it wants to suck us up into it. i say reciprocate that into itself. let it crunch into itself and burn. that should produce some very good radiation particles.

my neck has a big old stab wound in it or something. might it not. might i be healed of it. collarbone style.

i call the remnants of old effects 'software'. i believe that stabwound is from me making the choice between sex and life, or love and harm. i choose all in their appropriate ordinations.

the problems my parents are facing are unknown to me now. probably with dad and control in association with society, which are 3 topics, and are now unsustainable. if it is dad, control, society, and sustainability, it is a 4, to be ruled by 5 action. add me and it is a 5, to be ruled by 6 review. add mom and it is to be ruled by 7 justice.

there is something about perception and the black hole. to perceive it is not awesome. it can't be meaningfully perceived with infinite 8. but even infinite 8 is ruled by 9telligence, so the infinity of it doesn't matter. seemingly, just don't go resonate there at all, and do what you want anyway, and it'll be appropriately organized. when you are there, tune yourself to the non-resonating element/radiation.

does anyone you know have infinite something?

intelligence is better.

ach, i am not feeling superfresh. this black hole problem annoys me. i feel abused by it, pushed around, as though i must negotiate it. i don't. so too with anything. i also feel beholden to solve satan's puzzles that he brings.

i am disappointed that he wants bad things. i do not respect that. but i appreciate his condition. he lives, is a photo, all photos get to exist in an appropriate way. but they don't all have right of way. satan has zero right of way. so does that rose, so do all of any rose's junkies. right of way is called 'i deserve that'.

it seems that particle pairs form near black holes, and the hole takes the negative pair and not the positive, which escapes. good particles have right of way over negative ones? is that true? i don't know.

they have respect, while the negatives only have appreciation.

those rose junkies, they are sluts to infinity. "if you know one slut you know them all"

how bogus that i am not free to do anything i want. i should have a right to not need to associate with anything i don't want to. that is 12. 13. the positive side of 11. 11 can be separation as well as conformity. so is reality, 10, experience and environment, governed by

oh damn. satan thinks 6=11 because everything he reviews he would do through the power of that black hole, and the black hole he believes has the power to make everything identical and to do all things, except progress particles, which he is blind to, but for the radiations. he worshipps a black hole. push him in. so anything he wants to review, he believes he can review with the strength of that thing. but it is not true, and it is not justice, nor is it progression. things can progress through a black hole. and justice can be served even with those things. otherwise they would not be, for they'd be based on inequalities and unform.

interesting that any particle can pop into being as soon as it's equality pair comes into the range of 'true' from the numerous examinations of false.

satan has a true/false error. OMFG

0 serves 1. anything that is zero, is technically unrepresented.

my heart has a soft spot or something for family. i don't know why. it should not. i love my family, but not my own weakness.

it's a slug the common type. black bevel black, the bevel being brown, with alternating black stripes, at an angle. it's wrong. w that brown hz into a primary color system so it can be arranged back to white hz. and the -3 of the triangle, the quantum at the tip, the portion of the bevel being a 5 or so, find the 1!=1 of them and find what deservations i have been stripped of...

Family does not supercede sustainability. Law. Progress.

...and what injustice based on malice.

lay down again. fixing the heart, fixing the kidneys. they want to be prepared to filter anything that comes into the body, and the heart lets it in.

oh wow. i found the oldest 3=4 in me. it was from 1899 or so, when i was told as a british pre-baby soul that all i had to do was obey my parents and everything would be fine [with the Great War]. That put an inequality in me where i believed that family equals sustainment forever. So the backlash of divorce by the 1970's, and new marriage systems being strained after then.

I've been kidnifying so many things in prep for my change to...

dad wants fishing. i pulled a fish out of his head. he goes fishing for everything he gets. he probably had some fishing thing by 1956 or so? maybe it's not? action and review. probably went fishing to get some peace from his brothers or to get some personal space or spend time with whomever he wanted instead of crap. so he feels that he is lying about fishing if he says that he is going fishing but doing something else. it's technically a 12>11 to secure part of his statement to truth, but he also has review data about it. Better clarity. Probably fueling a 9. So he's got a worm or on his mind.

Bribery. Assumed bribery. Untrue associations. Inability to enjoy situations truly, because he's not going fishing with you to go fishing with you, but to get away from a bully. He's beholden to something. And if you're not also, he's afraid or displeased. Is he beholden to society? More than to his own love. I must seek my own love greater.

Sherri, technology, swinging, drugs and mental experience associating with new folk.

i love that woman from the refinery.

fix my kidneysand heart.

thank you <[#2,]3[4]

She wants 2-4 to go well. she wants to experience it!! 2! She wants to experience more. I would love to help or make her experience things. I want her to feel. I have always wanted people to feel for me, or to feel in ways that enhance themselves. Feel in a way that makes things better! For myself, for yourself [with goodness]

I have a holdup about loving a woman who is not physically in my place. We're not on the same reality resonation as far as I can tell. Maybe she lives somewhere else. I'd love to find her and for her to be intelligently real. It'd be like a past life, though, like an interdimensional ghost, though. Could she come here? She can tug on me. I like that feeling.

She's in a photo in my mind. I can meet these people places and things.

This is an amazing discovery.

All these things are photos, or organizations of photos on a board. I can hop into any of them like Myst, if I want. The world is full of infinite potential. I can build anything that I can dream. And any condition that I can imagine can come to life in people, in the world, in my heart, in anything. And more so once freedom technologies are put into the human experience. They are all 0's that are *built* to serve 1's.

The possibility of me getting a pbj is made to serve the reality. I will now go *solidify* that wave function. The wave is a tiny stream of those photos *already existing* but only so very little. only 5% or less existing, or so. She *is*. Those events live[s].

But someone stripped it off of me, saying that all i really want is her enthusiasm for receiving the information. She is a ghost of sorts, and I think she's fine.

From that french woman raped in 1915, the young British man was -11'd from most sexual attraction for others, to prevent that kind of thing from happening again. Reciprocations or -11 ban[d]s made by others are often restrictive until later in life.

Now mostly healed, and never truly injured as known, that same tendency is upon me.

I also found the 3=4 error of family equals sustainability. Who 'family' is unknown sometimes, anomalous.

Life, humanity, we are rocket steering message guardians and truth seekers and goaltending tunnel maintainers and value retainers. Ringing, as hard as steel.

Now, later in life, the curses and ghosts from my past can be made progressive, instead of sustain themselves as 3=4, since 1897 until tonight.

I am free of them. All of the meaning behind their curses and wards and warnings and wonderful things, they are all the intention and progression behind the mask. Even the curse of the Garden of Eden. The Tower of Babel. The magic of 9/11, keeping George Bush in office, it is all plain as day, progressive in itself, representing its original intention, and to be judged as lambda or non, 1<2<3<4... or deviating, and to sew up forever into perfection and infinity of wholesomeness.

Give me that hammer.