Philip the filter, Spencer the censor, Sam~u~Al the sound~wave alternator, Carl the Cat of Clitic converter. That {Lst}last was the {1st}first foul fetch, from this fiddler, piping. {2}TWO is the bed of all Existence to which {9}nine beads, bleeds, and seeds Resistence. I spoke about sex exactly {1}one time, in my last paragraph. And, I did it on purpose, when I said antsexipation, hoping that You’d report hearing or caring only anticipation. Not because You were extremely concerned for pleasing Your Teacher, but because You actually audio~edited out all possibilities of sexual content. Did I confuse the suggestion?
Cataclismically!!! There was no confusion to the suggestion, oh Generations of Grand Gander, I saw exactly what You, wanted me to see. You made no attempt at all, to any kind of content curbing. nor visual blind of language conserving. Since my Masss~tuuurrrr, decided to trash his own word about sexual content, I figured I’d at least point out the one that I was sure You wanted me to tote to definite inability in my note un~paid, un~laid to no grade… Shit Midnight, You know, Violence is an adequate release of sexual frustration, and You’re a lot older than me, and If I didn’t want You to be my Master tomorrow of never today a task spite barrowed. I’m a sure bet to kick Your Ever~Generating Ass.
You’re labeling Your~self young Young Mychael Young. I’m the Chief who wouldn’t stop being Brave. And the age is to my advantage. You’d be helping me kick Your ass, before a bone could creek, crack, or seek best tact. The Great~Spirtit knows they taken away any appropriate arena for refining the full hold of our Beautiful Animal Agression, I think, purposely leaving US to depressing repression, to the Corporate’s Need’s deeds in policing steeds, hoof to buck helpless decompression, of their abuse, the use of Citizen best ignorance in guessing. Sore, I’m not about to bust up my Study for Your missed conception. I really should have been there when You were born. Some~body should have been there Mychael…
Well call me a little more than Stork excrement, won’t ya. Some Body was pushing and fucking pushing, and GOD~Damned Pushing, some fucking more. I don’t. My Dog~gone Mumsy, had to be to thwe bygone bore, board of bearing financial proclaim, of beating her weakness shares her no blame to my need of nave surf to nuzzle naive insecurity of Man’s Fist Fraught with Belt to Accept Thnkfully Over the Pain of, at once Bloody Welt. Then the all clear sign, for all being Well, was the Fucking Tooth~fairy, Mint Quater Rotting, the Next Sell of No~Hell. Why did they want me to believe that Shit… Along with Jolly Old Clause, but not Saint Nick, in barrel, his Grit. I mean what was I going do if I just couldn’t believe in that Shit, what if I couldn’t Live~up to Living~down expectations of Greatful Child~hood Percetion, times, Stupid, I.Q, I am smarter than any of You. Poor Pied, Pride, Denided, Subside, No Guide of chitlins, boiled not fried, I Died, Out~side and live~on inner tyde , I mean my GOD, were they going to stop feeding me… If I know the fairy~tales as Adults do.
No, they wouldn’t have, but Your shunken World could have opened to a Great faith in things getting worse then what Your were dealing with. Just my opinion, but I think You took the better of the options deciding not to show Your smarts. You said You bled once…
…TWO TIMES!!! Daddy’s knife’s blade, playing nice, the dull side Spites Bone, with blood now paid TWICE!!!
Shit young, young Mychael, I should have been at You birth… Some~one should have counceled Your Father, and paid Your Mom to stay Home. I learned that to imagintnitively grade Your intelligence’s need for solution to Sadistic Eninge Hunter, Genius to their Institution, finds one~self in places that long to be bloody, but there may be no evidence. I was the Universities {1st}first Cherokee, other~wise known as Native American, to graduate Valadictorian with a paper published to the deed and reason benefitting, a one single time, forulated and aggreed upon by the World’s best School of Thought, then Corroborated by that Institutions most Esteemed Professinals to my Proudest Hand’s, single Denial of any Greed or minority favortism. That time as porven as any Court in the Land, that it is appropriate to graduate a student both Summa Cum Laude, and Magna Cum Laude at the age of {13}thirteen, I never turned {14}fourten, but {13} in 64 in 72, which was the Year, I must always be able to bear to You ear… You’ve time and again expressed this Fear, but now Your out, again Your ear can hear my Dear. My Mentors wanted this thing that I called my Spirit to be fully aware of the problems that plague this Earth, in~side and out, and Fake… I mean Take my new seat around the Fire, other~wise known as a gas~grill, prove to be a Lake. I can in no way know tha I am recovered, but I can refuse to be a victim. Possibly at Your unknown Expense.
A Youngun, like me says folk~lore and pretense, to what we’ve accomplished trough the toughest trials, and questions of Human Life. If something hurts me through You and what You can’t do, You have through Years and Life~times, my Spirit drew, it grew and is forever anew. If there’s a price for melting my ice, and fearing of men, I’ll pay that price TWICE… Now, You strummed my absolute contemptto even care about Your assignment to focus out Sexuality, but You made no attempt to help me do it. I like, maybe need You to have my back with getting successful results. Why do You give me tasks that You make impossible to accomplish?
Not impossible… Before I got to the “NUMBERS MIDNIGHT!!! NUMBERS…” there’s a mite bit of distraction, concerning some of the Best and the Brightest, skilled to delight~US in the Children, some shameless in recruit pursuit. I wasn’t trying to lead Your thoughts but I, sometimes helplessly vent, at least, some small protion of my Blackest Hate of Teachers to Children of subjugate mate. From the depth of the Emptiest Space/space in the Universe, and I think from Out~side of IT as~well, the Great~Spirit bestowed and ensealed to me the Graetest Joy of Fulfillment, and Purpose, in the most delighted of all Lights and I was with Child of me, my~self be, from ealier Branches of my Family~Tree. The purity of Pure~EVIL, was as a Baby~Kitten Learningfully tasting the Vibrations of the Environment, and with no confused anticipation, budding the wings of the Fying~Lizzard, the space/Space of the Entire Atmosphere nearly exploded in growth and un~pacable Mutation, and the Electricity volted, Spawned of a New Innocence to my {750} Year~Square to my Sleekly Pounded Carcass, revealing to me, my~self the Sickest Dark~Green sheered violet in sheen to Midnight’s Blackest Revelation, striped creamy, in white Artic, contrasted to me, the Black Artic Tiger, at no loss for Kitten, there is a taste warmer and sweeter than the Sweetest Mother’s~Milk, the Blood of a Pediphile, it’s Body strown round Pelt, and the Universe and the Great~Spirit were the Same and in the Delighted Light was the Reason for EVIL for it always has been for the dead Body’s recall; crunch, squirt, chew. I Shit You Not, the INNOCENCE of it could not be Bested, by my Warmest, most Lighted Innocence as a Child. This pedephile shall harm no other Child, for EVIL, only ever was for the PROTECTION of Innocence… So shal it always be.
OK, Midnight, I’m going to count that as a Vision…, a poorly timed, but intriguing Vision. What are You trying to Teach me, anyway??? And what the Hell of me, if I Learn it?