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 flesh, that it shouldn’t be all~consuming, but all~expansive of 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~sounding~our, be for {1}one, as in {4}four sentences ago, I had done. 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 Sister, and Brother. {2}TWO of Most ZERO through and through, and base Constantly {3}three constantly grew and thru, {7}seven, has the {3} blew. 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, So then, making in this Ein{1}, the {3}three less, form’s prefrence this time.
Jesus, Midnight. Freud would say Your whole sweaty, panting, pornagraphic tirade 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, formulated 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 same time. I was {13}thirteen, I never turned {14}fourten, but {13} in my {64} years in {1972}, 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, later proven to be a Lake. I can in no way know tha I am recovered, but I can only 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 contempt to even care about Your assignment to focus out Sexuality, and 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 demand for “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. I am 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 piecfully, 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?