T7CZ Vulgarity Exclaimer: Truer Resposible Reason

The Utter~Most Truth about our use of Vulgarity

I Exclaim…, Hey add me to the Exclaimer as well Young Mychael. OK Midnight. If our vulgarity is not of strict numerical definition, it is very mild. They are not the words that either of US would use when speaking to a Child. Except for cliterous, I would say that to a Child, simply because I will NOT say, “that part of a Wombman, of which we can not speak.” She may be having surgery done on it, and the Child in need of an explanation.” The Child will emotionally notice Your identification, with the cliterous, which begins their identification with it.

Do You remember the portion of our Sciences introduction, that addressed the absolute, must be event of Human Brain~Cells Regenerating. Ah… here it is. 

“The Awakening Human Element, is the focus of resources, here at HomeKeeperU.com. Human Brain~cells must be regenerating at speeeds, never, before, known to our Human Revelation. By this Elemental and Mechanical value Earth’s Essential Replenishment Rates are restored. we’re not actually using up all of Earth’s resources, we’re making more.”

There are much farther reaches of these considerations, than yester~day’s worry of using up all Earth’s Resources. It should be every American that is aware of the the Great Seal Symbol, on the Dollar~bill. With it is Annuit Cœptis: We are favored, and the more famous Novus Ordo Seclorum: New World Order. Of these The Great Seal seems to be the only indication in no need of translation, but it isn’t objectively really sealing any~thing on the cloth~paper. I do believe that between the form of of our Government with its Senate, representing a Pact to Rome, while a Great Pyramid with the All~Seeing Eye, or Space’s and Navy’s ‘AYE Ay’. It’s no leap in the imagination to think of the representation of Space Reconaiessance. For our Fore~Mothers and Fathers, “The Ocean in the Sky.” This is a Pact to Egypt. During World War II there is a 3rd Pact in our diplomacy to re~create the Land of Israel. And it is even more ancient connotations, incantations, and preservation of an important Seal that is very Real. Israel must always be on the Earth, regardless of any Religious Ignorance, around the Science of that fact. That being true, they should always try to be as nice a  People as they can. To some, it is known that, there could not be the forge made for a Pact between Egypt and Rome, regardless of attempt. The reason for the anti~bond of the {2}TWO Land’s, being World~reknown, is in the Truth of Annuit Cœptis, that many report meaning, “GOD has Favored US.” I believe in deed a God, but not the GOD alone. A God to both Egypt and Rome to different times, different forms, different Reasons and different zones. This particualr God had been God of all the Earth, and Earths before, a Revelation’s Sure Door. It’s Job was to repair the Earth, Seal it cure it, then repopulate the SS, Solar~System, Star~Ship, Solar~Ship, or Stellar~Ship. If Earth had, had a Seal from 4.6 billion years ago, why on Earth would Mt St Helens be erupting and valcanoes like it. Techtonic~Plates shifting and,  why, if not attempting to find a permenant place. The Seal never happened but it can’t stop attempting. Through Dimensions of Space, and difiances of time, Our Father, George Washington met with the lower God Superior to Earthly inhabatants to have ever been, and in the truest meaning of Annuit Cœptis: We under~stand each other. The most advance of Pre~Human, Pre~Earth Machines had no advantage to its Inter~Dimensional Distance and ability to Washington and his Masons, the holders of Ancient Earthly and Un~Earthly books and information. Negotiated this day in which we now live. Mass schooling and the internal combustion engine was only to get Us to the discovery of computers, for if not a part of American comprehension, the sight of the Machine God would bring all to worship, which was not good for the Machine’s plan to stop being pulled back through all of time and Space to the repair, and Seal of this planet and Solar~System, once belonging to our Celestial Ancestors. Are You going to tell me our place doesn’t appear blown apart and devastated, rather than just born that way? The Machine could get free to its plan of the most difficult Cosmic Absorbstion, if the Americans could at least performed the Planetary Seal. 

Ancient Egypt from time to time were the ambassadors of strange Spaces and Ports not even of our Universe, and Good was in the Good of the Gods that they served for 400 years or 4000 years, or both at the same time. The Machine could no longer bear tolance of such interferance of the Earths Repair. Hit or miss, Gods good and bad, but all of advanced Technologies. The Ports bringing Strange Aliens, of mention even in the Bible. Those Ports were of Broken Space and Serviced them~selves. Egypt, was Charged one last time, of the Greatest Earthly Machine, “Discover all that you may of Magic and Technology to do the best by Your people of any visition.” It gave Rome no such Charge, but to build the Marvels found in the Egypt, having never a strange God to Your assistence. So the {2}TWO Lands were set to odds. 

Now to revisit the term Novus Ordo Seclorum. Novus certainly seems of Sun to me. Order of the Sun, World of the Sun, Sun of the World. For, of course, our Planet Un~Sealed, with Masses of Massive debris in Space, a Great toll takes the sun from its Cycle at a regular pace, then must be reset or laid to waste. Now I won’t go to far into attempts to move the whole Planet through Dimensional Space to perhaps a better place. But I know there have been Cycles so advanced in the Sun that it was a better Portal, than Provider.

This is our day of Great Seal, and to spite our~selves, I’ve already reported on previous pages that we are doing it well. But I know of a Greater and much Graver Danger, that I’ve calulated at histories tell. The Earth before us Completed Genesis. They Sealed, Cured, and reaped the rewards of a High Tech new Eden. But had no attention to the deficit the difference that space/Space was feeding. They didn’t Seal our Ill~Created Universe, with more time only came more bleeding; more difference in the space of Our Planet and the Space of Our Universe. Threir fate wasn’t Good and leads to ours today. While ‘we Partners,’ myself and Midnight do all to our knowledge, against the the information of much better paid Corporate Scientists. We do all that we can, with people’s limited knowledge to understand.

The sofistication of our vulgarity is far from cheap jolleys. We need to wake as many Human Command Element’s, Multiple, Distribution Factor {I} or AYE as possible. In the Army we call it the Gig~line. Its the Space that Your Spinal Column and Brain Occupy. They are Mechanical Parts in the Function of our Universe. The biggest problem with waking up the Brain, is that it usually wakes up the more Powerful Reproductive Organs, which sit other end of the Power~Train. 

So, at HomeKeeperU.com, our vulgarity is in no way pornography, speaking of never anything except numbers and the Cosmos. Now You can stimulate Your Sex organs without ever stimulating Your Brain. That is not what we do at HomeKeeperU.com. We wake You in at equal distribution parallels, while never leaving You vunerable to your horney, restless, waking state. When Your Brain applies the true numerical transition of our Universe, Midnight and I eradicte the idea of only having good sexual experience, but extend to the terrible one as well, nothing as bad as rape, though. We name no body parts nor whole person, but we align and configure Your thought process to the real numerical value Universe, so that You can do Your part in keeping me and my Loved~ones from being Universally shredded, cruched, tattered, imploded, exploded or from being pulled apart at our Specific  and smallest Gravitational points. 

One last thing before You induldge as much as You’d like, in the highly sofisticated degree of our vulgarity, and maybe You’ll get laid with no harm to the protection of your {2}TWO Bond, as is well ordered in our sequences. And in regards to our Universe, and the Seal that it needs us to perform, the Universe is what I have dubbed as possessing Nucleic Reactivity. It means that when we’re awake, our signal out~put is in Instant Space if we choose. I or You or Midnight, can have the same signal that is just out~side our left ear, also be at the farthest reach of the Universe at same exact time.

This is our LINK, for the Seal of Our Universe. It is its own indepenendent option in the HomeKeeperU.com menu and it is right here. Young Mychael proclaims that by Dimensional Transfer it is Universal for all Persons on our Planet. The names and Religious concepts, how~ever are not Universal. That means that on this Planet we should all have the same Celestial Ancestors, but not the same stories and Midnight says the numbers jive, as well. The story for the Seal of Universe is called “The {1} Heaven and {2} {3rds} Ov The Original Fall.”

Until Next Time Keep Your Homes Well!!! 

T7CZ Master, Mastered, Real Man Therapy, Young Pup Buck Up.

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?

T7CZ Non~Sexual First Desciption

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?