Midnight’s Promise Of {7}Seven ZEROS Defined!!!

The Midnight Generator has done it. In the word’s of (The Matrix’s) ‘Tank,’ “These are Exciting Times!!!” My Mentor, Friend, Father, Spiritual~Check… my God, look at me running on. Midnight has defined {0}ZERO. and every part of the definition agrees with my Spherical Set E~LAW Human Earth. Zero is no longer un~defined. This means sooo much in the Progressment of Humans and the Command Specie that we are…    ZIP IT! Not an~other word. Bu… Nil! I jus... Nada! 

The definitions are real, but until I finish Midnight’s {Variance 2} Perspective Mathematics, they’re pretty dammed useless. Mykey, You are an advocate of {0}ZERO holding every number of Bi~directional Infinity… No?

I am… I figure that it either represents ‘no number’ or all numbers, and the way we use it represents a number ergo, it must represent all numbers. Just a modern version of the, ‘I think,’ Egyptian Infinity Key {∞}. You Know, I think it must represent Infinity also, because it’s as undefinable as Absolute Infinity which is numbers in opposing directions, to every direction, everywhere, and all the numbers must be them~selves but, at~least, the reverse of them~selves as well, and at at most, each number must represent, every Infinite number.

Seems like You defined Absolute Infinity, balls~on, head of the nail, to a tee, to a scream, point in case, an exacting definition.

You know, You really don’t talk enough Midnight… With just a few more words, perhaps in need of con~creation, You would describe all the ways that my definition must be Infinitely lacking, because it doesn’t convey definable Order. Some Order, any order; You couldn’t even order a “Sex on the Beach,” with what I’ve described.

Well I’d start by kicking off all of the men, then all the crabs would have to go, then on~to the board~walk to get rid of the sand in the cracks, Finally, I’d ask every female, what it is that Your definition describes, while offering a drink for the best answer, and even if one Wombman, slaps me, then spills the drink on the ground where I stand, causing me to I boldly offer to mix another from the recipe book, in my waste~band, of which she takes interest as to other drink names, as well as the {1st}first, then, we sit and read. I say I used Your definition to order, sex on the beach, from a “Sex on the Beach.”

And still, I say You should talk more… If You had kept eliminating attributes of the beach, would You ever arrive at Absolute Infinity or just ZERO, and would they be the same thing? Eventually You’d have to remove even Your~self, so,  then would Absolute Infinity even be real?

That’s sounds more like Your slice of the pie, Philosophy; better get carackin’, but don’t lose Your~self in the work. I have the cherry on my piece of the pie. Though, I haven’t broken the encryption for Universal Mathematics, known to us as Midnight’s {Variance 2} Perspective Math or MV2PM, I’ll be moving on it tonight. The reasons that, I’m calling You in the morning, this morning, are the {1}one, {7}seven, and {9} reasons that I wouldn’t be alone at what was the beach and why Absolute Infinity is real every~where that we Exist as well as the Dimension Space Continuum’s {DSC}’s Most Wholey, and Most Holey Singularities. Here’s ZERO in a nut~sack…

I’m pretty sure that should be nut~shell, Midnight.

Oh hell, I meant shell, where’s my mind at. Dam~it, I feel naked in the Garden, but way before Atom builds any of the animals. Even ZERO, in bid for Alpha, bets a {2}two spread, but {3}three is fixed between the legs of Humans and the Universes’ walk. Shit, I am just Fucking this up by the numbers. Let me try to keep it away from sex. I just can’t say what numbers do to me. Being a Tribal Chief and a Mathematician is like freely commanding the Bridge of the Enterprise in nothing but a Loin~cloth.

You’re at mid~mas of the night~stir, aroused by the intricacies of the un~known center. Math is like being in the middle of a sleep~walk for me. You just explain it any way You’d like, and I’ll hear You out, with~out sex, OK?

That’s a K.O. You be in charge of the hearing Helm. I’ll do my be best to be non~sexual. As You know there are {7}seven ZEROS. The Gravity of these interactions is so Specific that the density to and from all forms of flesh, that it shouldn’t be all~consuming, but all~expansive to the smallest, but most mature {HE}Human Element to the largest same {SHE} Superior Human Element, and appropriately taught to the {SHE} Subordinate Human Element. For the Gravity of the smallest unit is in Charge of the largest unit, which should be known, shown, and felt grown, to grown, but not in the drone of our very own constitution, flesh prone to bone, in parchment finding HOME. This is NOT for {4}four consumption of Children too Young, but for them to discover by none too well hung, in their dung rung down in fung~US.  Adulterate each~other is what we best do with words and feelings and sticky goo, glue on dead feelings, which can be held, meld, weld, or geld when it’s tolled. Ship’s hold, mold, gold in the fold of the extremely meek and the extra~bold can be warm, strong or cold when sold to our posterior’s discovery not physically roled. NUMBERS MIDNIGHT!!! NUMBERS… Eh~hem, Our, {4}four hour seams sown sour, no rhyme to ‘F’~in short~sound~our, be for {1}one. I guess I should start at {1}one. One{1} is Absolute at the spread of {2}Two, but no {3}three is, yet perceivable, {4}four may manifest to {1}one when positive in the spread, but it shouldn’t be to our liking nor LAW. Then at {5} the V has more ‘in and out’ motion than ever before in the balance of all creation, but is then out~balanced in antsexipation. Six{6} is positive as a ZERO, and the potential release of every~thing swallowed when going down, or sucking up the gain in the spread. One{1} may explode to Existences inner AYE, or {1}one may build compression, divisions multiplying, its lapping time, better, trigger, batter, bigger, fun yield pay expression, ov~er capture. If {1}one is Absolute {4}four, {2}Two at {6}six, one gains {2/3} the Mother~load in the spread near completion. If {1}one is just Absolute at {6}six it may remained ZEROED in the pro~creation position forever, and with negativity, critical and mass failure are at hand; no~one can make it any more. You can’t even be {8}eight~out, when it’s {8}eight~in. Seven{7}, they say, can be Heaven, but it is actually a little short of {5}five transitioning {6}six. Remember that {7}seven can be found in the spread of {2}Two, and when the motion in that space is repeated over and over again, Baby; You got {1}ONE for {9}nine. Seven {7} enraptures {9}nine, which swallows {1}one. Just remember that the {2}Two comes before the {1}one and every other number that come. Theoretically {1}one can not be. First{1st}~off {1}one is a jerk off the spectrum of livability, because {2}two must be perceived by the {1}0ne. If {1]one may simply feel completeness, with~out vision, it is of enormous talent, but to what walk~off second based on this First{1st~off jerk off. All other numbers considered equal, all {1}’s consent to {2}two there~fore must all numbers do, both even and odd, from {1}One ZERO, Absolute. An Absolute can not be Constant an absolute can not be seen. The Universe’s first{1st} Constant is the {3}three of two theme. Two {2} is the only Absolute, while other things are seen, to it the True ZERO’s inseparable Pet is average, median, mean. Break not the final {2}two bond of Gravity fit for all Manner of Wombmen, born of Good~Shit. Make Merry All Number’s Riteful Worship ov {2}two, if not stead~fast at ZERO, other numbers undo. Try Positive and Negative as Odd and Even, I know that some folks do. Inherent to the Build but not the {2}TWO position {2}TWO Pluses have no glue. {2}TWO Negatives in the same circulation, do not meet demands of {2}TWO. Yet, in the build to the structure, with the support of others, the {2}TWO Plus~bond and {2}TWO Negative~bond uniquely bound to US as Sister, and Brother. {2}TWO of Most ZERO through and through, and base Constantly {3}three constantly grew and blew thru, {7}seven. Eight{8}, now Lying in the spead, bed to {9}nine to new Heights, with No, Know, Dizzy Head. As sure as {2}TWO is {8}Eight, {7}seven plunges into {9}nine, then grown {3}three more and {3}three less, with A {0} ZERO Decline of Design. 

Jesus, Midnight. Freud would say Your whole sweaty, panting, paragraph slipped to antsexipation…!!! You said, spread, bed to {9}nine. You were trying to be a swine.

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?

Same as always, Teaching You to separate behavior and feelings, and when appropriate thoughts and feelings. Let the Spirit be Reason and the Reason be Spirit. I don’t want want to Kill Pediphiles, at some point they’re like the Children that Your Protecting, and You become them, in their harm. No Thank~You… Therapy!!! Therapy is the answer, but it has to Fucking, be Effective, by the Numbers.

You should have shared those thoughts, when You went all Sex~head on me.

I did share, a mite bit, a distraction ushered my thoughts to numbers. Quite irritably, I recall… Though accused, Young Mycheal, I do not speak to satify speaking, alone I speak to effect motion and affect emotion, such as these are the simple and only Reason that we Exist. If these things are done, even satifactorly, the Universe and the {DSC} Dimensional Space Continuum Expand at a rate that is still considered a Boggle to the Human Imagination, by the numbers.

Dir~Night~o~Tear~r~n~GeM, here. I may want to share like You do some night, when the motion seems right, I’m not always Good for a mass~stir, You’re like a Stone. And I’ve been a horrible Pupil, because I’m not sure that I want to carry the amount of Sadness that You do.

You already do, but with a lot less Hope, because You just see it as the potential for more HURT, Pain, distain, and only ever artificial gain. Everyone of these non~tangibles having numbers that we are now closer to.  You know we’re still on the air?

Dien~Gen~Mir~r~NOT~hagt. I want her, them back, battered, bruised, broken, betrayer, burned, breathless; I want to know. These, them, my answers, I will reasonably pursue. I have much Hope but its feeling is hopeless. I have stamina, but its feeling is sadness. I ha…

And You just don’t care, that we’re on the air. This is not the time Young Mychael… And I won’t do this here. Show~biz~self, to keep striving for wealth… ATTENTION!!! Command Seargent Major Mychael; POST!!!

So, I asked You, why do You make my tasks impossible and said it would feel euphoric to kill a Pediphile.

Doctor Mykey, You are balls~on, head of the nail, to a tee, to a scream, point in case, of my un~professional, in~appropriate, and demented Mentor Mentality. Hey Kid, don’t tell any~one but I got a few issues of my own… 

You are not a professional, and (neither am I), You have seldom, ever been appropriate, but You are in no way demented, and You are the perfect Mentor Mentality. I mean I really, really, Really Love You, a Real Lot, Midnight.

Lovin’ You Ain’t so hard either… And You should be a Doctor. But it is in the terms of that thing that I call a Spirit. Now, before You called me a Sex~head. I am quite sure that I spoke in terms of the excitement of a real limit to numbers. Human’s have never had one. The edge of an object stops, but the numbers have always kept going and going. We can stop them now, the same way our parent Universe does. Every event that I described, was a true Cosmic happening that I’ve studied about in the Universe, with the passion that filled my Space/space leg at the time that I was learning it. And the relationships that I sploke of are numbers and fail not numbers. Check the specifics of every word said, against the write~up that follows. My feelings were for numbers and the Cosmos, not any Wombman, and certainly not any Co~man. I wanted You to be so excited about the value of the Ourstory making discoveries, far, far beyond anything that could be mis~interpreted, when I get in my place of numbers and the Universe. Why don’t You feel, and see, how much more Absolute the Discoveries are by comparison to Sex. You should have had a Limp Woody.

The chemical catalyst of my sack happens in direct paralllel to discharged potentials in my brain.

Well that does explain a lot.

Are You sure Your weren’t talking about the way You want me to couple, with all those {2}TWO~bond Tips.

I may have had that rapid fire as a very temporary thought passing.

Well all I got was a Brain~Cloud, that’s going to take a little more talk, and can You draw me a picture?

You should have had those pictures in Health Class.

I meant, of the {0}’s zeros, my Generous Midnight rater.

Yes, I have pictures but, I must let You know, why it is that I’m the Mentor, and You are the Srub.

You mean, there’s only one Reason?

No, but this is among them. ZERO{0} it~self, can not possibly be Infinity and all othe rnumbers must be. In fact ZERO is the only Reason that any~thing in Infinity can be defined and still, no less Infinity. All the other numbers are whores, because they will be any~thing we want them to be. Fifteen{15} will be {3}three, fives{5}’s and {3/3}three thirds if we arrange it in {3}three groups of {5}five. ZERO, on the other hand can be only {9}nine things, ever, and there are, as I have always promised, only {7}seven of them. ZERO is the only digit, if You will: maybe number is a better term? At any rate it is the only one, so definable. What You are about to read is the only definition of ZERO, that there will be for all Eternity, unless, You’re the Lead~singer of the Smashing Pumpkins.

OK… Not to distract from something so Monumental, but do You think that some~one may take offense to Your use of the word whore?

I certainly hope not. I have no problem with whores, but I think that most of them endure far too much pain, and if only a little, some of it, is of there own doing… Before viewing the completely non~pornographic diagrams, that I’ve arranged for You to test my A~Sexual discription of the “{9}nine in {7}seven} ZEROS, all complete.” I’m including a another little Mathematical Marvel for You to apologize for setting off a bit, Good~Mychael.

Midnight solving for what ZERO really is in Existence is Amazing, You have to solve Universal Mathematics to top this current feat?

Nope, It’s the Continuum AYE, that even Albert Einstein, gave up on the Existence of.

Your talking about the Constant of Time and Space/space. Papa Einstein tried making the Constant, the Speed of Light, but it breaks down in Relativity. The Continuum AYE, is ancient as well and never been correctly assessed, by any beings before US in the Universe. That is as Good as Universal Mathematics, {2}two down, and only Midnight’s {Variance 2} Perspective Mathematics to go.

I fit in the Continuum AYE some~where to our closing arguments, but for now a description of The 7 Complete ZEROS. That’s a K.O. You be in charge of the hearing Helm. I’ll do my be best to be non~sexual. As You know there are {7}seven ZEROS. The Gravity of these interactions is so Specific that the density to and from all forms of flesh, that it shouldn’t be all~consuming, but all~expansive to the smallest, but most mature {HE}Human Element to the largest same {SHE} Superior Human Element, and appropriately taught to the {SHE} Subordinate Human Element. For the Gravity of the smallest unit is in Charge of the largest unit, which should be known, shown, and felt grown, to grown, but not in the drone of our very own constitution, flesh prone to bone, in parchment finding HOME. This is NOT for {4}four consumption of Children too Young, but for them to discover by none too well hung, in their dung rung down in fung~US.  Adulterate each~other is what we best do with words and feelings and sticky goo, glue on dead feelings, which can be held, meld, weld, or geld when it’s tolled. Ship’s hold, mold, gold in the fold of the extremely meek and the extra~bold can be warm, strong or cold when sold to our posterior’s discovery not physically roled. NUMBERS MIDNIGHT!!! NUMBERS… Eh~hem, Our, {4}four hour seams sown sour, no rhyme to ‘F’~in short~sound~our, be for {1}one. I guess I should start at {1}one. One{1} is Absolute at the spread of {2}Two, but no {3}three is, yet perceivable, {4}four may manifest to {1}one when positive in the spread, but it shouldn’t be to our liking nor LAW. Then at {5} the V has more ‘in and out’ motion than ever before in the balance of all creation, but is then out~balanced in antsexipation. Six{6} is positive as a ZERO, and the potential release of every~thing swallowed when going down, or sucking up the gain in the spread. One{1} may explode to Existences inner AYE, or {1}one may build compression, divisions multiplying, its lapping time, better, trigger, batter, bigger, fun yield pay expression, ov~er capture. If {1}one is Absolute {4}four, {2}Two at {6}six, one gains {2/3} the Mother~load in the spread near completion. If {1}one is just Absolute at {6}six it may remained ZEROED in the pro~creation position forever, and with negativity, critical and mass failure are at hand; no~one can make it any more. You can’t even be {8}eight~out, when it’s {8}eight~in. Seven{7}, they say, can be Heaven, but it is actually a little short of {5}five transitioning {6}six. Remember that {7}seven can be found in the spread of {2}Two, and when the motion in that space is repeated over and over again, Baby; You got {1}ONE for {9}nine. Seven {7} enraptures {9}nine, which swallows {1}one. Just remember that the {2}Two comes before the {1}one and every other number that come. Theoretically {1}one can not be. First{1st}~off {1}one is a jerk off the spectrum of livability, because {2}two must be perceived by the {1}0ne. If {1]one may simply feel completeness, with~out vision, it is of enormous talent, but to what walk~off second based on this First{1st~off jerk off. All other numbers considered equal, all {1}’s consent to {2}two there~fore must all numbers do, both even and odd, from {1}One ZERO, Absolute. An Absolute can not be Constant an absolute can not be seen. The Universe’s first{1st} Constant is the {3}three of two theme. Two {2} is the only Absolute, while other things are seen, to it the True ZERO’s inseparable Pet is average, median, mean. Break not the final {2}two bond of Gravity fit for all Manner of Wombmen, born of Good~Shit. Make Merry All Number’s Riteful Worship ov {2}two, if not stead~fast at ZERO, other numbers undo.

Very, very redundant, and by this point rehtorical…

Just place the descriptions to the numbers of ZERO charted below. OK, here’s some pictures, and some writing out~side of Technological~savvy. The hand~writing is sometimes less than what I need folk’s eyes to be in adequacy. Some of the hand~writing is very small, but worth reading, and to make up for it, other parts of the hand~writing is very sloppy, but that’s what computer manipulation is for. At least, from a distance the writing is very aesthetically pleasing, and the concepts and perceptions are History~making… You know, I think it should be, “Ourstory,” instead of History.

Maybe who~ever makes such discissions, will consider it, but now, I’m going to ask You to talk less and show more.

Your wish is my command, Master of the Future.

Hey Midnight, You typed the Copyright information in my voice. 

Yeah, You know legal, black ink, blue ink, toner, pixles, whatever; just covering our asses. There’s a cleaner copy of “The 7 Complete Zeros.” Guess what…? Won’t load… Just loaded!!!

Some would say You can’t aquisition Professional Credibility with these kind of drawings.

It doesn’t have to be Professional, it has to be Reasonable. On some Earth their the same thing. I’m going with what I have for the Children. They are worthy.

What…? You said it all… Roll~em… eh hem… I mean, Scroll~em.

 

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Midnight…!!! I am sooo impressed and a Proud, Hopeful Student!!!

Buuuuttt… I can still think of alot more {0}’s ZEROS, like the Infinite number of them in my empty hand, maybe {0}ZERO isn’t so exclusive?

Oh no, my Numb~Nutted Nymph. It is exactly as exclusive as I proclaim it is. After the discovery of these {7}seven {0}’s ZEROS, all those in Your hand, must be loose numbers.

I know better than to doubt You, Sun Generator {Per/Sun} Person… but You have taught me through no fault, that I must doubt Authority for a Leadership Worthy.

You know, the Scottish used to have a unit of measure called a daugh. I may want to con~create the measure (Ter). Not as the rate of change like (Per), but only the rate of conversion to alter the perception of things that will no longer detectably be here; flesh on the alter (ter) Spiritual component or that which undetectably arrives here; Synergy (ter) physical activity. Do You kow why I’m thinking about concreating that to who~ever make such descisions?

I know that You’re going to tell me. There~fore I am carefulfree, with sound absorbing anticipation. Why do You seek the approval of (ter) Sir?

To counter Your entirely too Male prception of my Existence. I may just want my unit of measure to Generate a Daugh {Term/Sun} Ter~son. Which term do You think was better?

 At this point they’re both really Good.

I want You to call me what You did the first time, Generator Sun {Per/Sun} Person, and NOT Sun Generator {Per/Sun} Person… OK, You, Short~Haired~Hippy?

Oh Ter, deter; It smell like a sell, my Generator, Sir.

As long as it doesn’t sale like a male… I think You’re going to be OK…