L’[H]ostage, Ble. Your Dad isn’t very nice, is he. Is he Hindu. [What Caste.] Existing Undefined. A lesson on math’s basics.

L’[H]ostage, Ble. Your Dad isn’t very nice, is he. Is he Hindu. [What Caste.] Existing Undefined. A lesson on math’s basics.

 

It was an imaginable horror

The child shot in the chest;

Her blonde locks framing her chest;

The glee of a pervert that would never actual-ly “have her”

Gosh, the `1800s were a long wore ago; woren’t they.

 

It was one of those caste-system horror glories; the wrong way, though.

Ex cept there was no caste; everyone was White; just plain ol’ white White.

 

Like all those fences in heaven; where of course there isn’t a caste.

No Hindu rituals of threading and it’s not the eyebrows or the upper brow , referred to.

piqued

 

When he walked out back; for oil; but cooking oil; he was waiting for him.

It’s such a familiar framing of worse; and should it be.

It was in the head; like he had shot himself; and he didn’t want to be his lover.

He didn’t know what lover meant; and he was only fifteen, five years into his life.

 

H e showed me how it happened.

And she was asleep it’s always awful when woman en are asleep; men don’t understand women sleeping.

Witch men, don’t understand.

He was with his shirt off; twitching his arms and somebody else was shrieking; and

 

Now’ she’s a man’s wife; you can’t rape her. You can’t take those things from a man, actual.

It’s a horror, unimaginable; you can only see it through the eyes of completed gender; or by belonging to the actual.

 

The World was just going on on its own; existing on its own; before the Lure entered; and people didn’t like it.

The Lord.

Like Blasphemy; actual people never like real blasphemy; it’s agood test; but actual Blasphemy is harder to understand.

 

It was too much the un-imaginable horror. They just couldn’t have everything of your, and of you and you. It was too much horror. Shrieks. Shrieks. Shrieks. Shrieks. Shrieks.

 

So she was

Shot;

In the side of the head;

Like the little girl did it; his kid.

 

We call the that the little girl shot in the side: of the head.

It kills and it can kill freeing you from ever [every] being raped; before

Marriage is clearly defined;

Really time changes in each moment;

It didn’t exist;

and now you have definition;

but wait, that means it did exist;

but it wasn’t defined.

 

 

Marriage defined has gotta be 7

Existing undefined is negative

Existing defined is zero.

And then there are all the other numbers; so plain so flat so curved like the pin-holes of eyes and noses and mouths; and not like shrieks. The Shrieks. I’ve got the incurable Shrieks. But I know if you steady your eyes; you won’t shriek all-the moments. Just some of the moments. Give your throat rest like syrup. Like a blanket of magic to the shriek; until it comes back. A form of sanity; must be god-awful.

 

The Horror is Un-Imaginable. [The Beginning of the Tree]

The Oil doesn’t needed the Tree; no sorry; the tree doesn’t need the oil. {I’m in 5th grade again, and I forgot I’m Brahma center; in this problem : the tree makes the oil; or creates it.}

Turning your back to receive anything isn’t clearly defined in this problem; but it is in other problems; take it as a given. {it’s why you need the oil then. It means you actually need it then; or else something else worse is going to happen to you-and them. It means. Death isn’t something worse for you-and them. Hard to imagine.} Make that 1 a null |1| Death isn’t something worse in this problem.

 

And I

M too tired to go-on.

 

 

Part two. The Unisex Unicorn is My Best Friend but that’s not the write Term. [Back.]

You can’t take

Away;

Something that gives

You everything;

Back.

 

theme: willowy sanks

theme music citation: insane in the brain cypress hill

Willowy Sanks used to be this willow-e boy; he had no eyes like that character that everybody copies.

Not actual everyone.

Then he cried.

All he does is paint.

What a sore.

That figments unflaring while the best of the alive;

Are sausage;d into your meat.

He doesn’t have any family;

That’s called Luck there.

No, not here, there;

Here, it depends.

[Remember: the explanation is schematic scenario; and only applies if it applies like a signer.  Get it.]

 

It’s about a house I once went to; or twice? Or once in Berkeley; where you can see infinites away like it’s here through the windows and into the sky. It changes the grass; like a decent legal high.

quickart

 

There’s this furry;

and it imagines, incorrectly;

Harming perfection;

And I say without a blink:

Kill that furry;

For its vanity, its jiggle, its plagiarism;

It’s nothing like

A real furry.

I hate that furry without morse code.

A crows’ caw[s][?] has gotta be a shriek[s].

again

 

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