I Do All Plots Simultaneously

I do everything at once simultaneous movements of translation and rotation of the plane

I enter the plane as Pardes and I am always the Other One.  I always cut down to the bone-root and the plane dissolves in the anarchic alcohol.  No, I start again at the entrance, and the plane sprays geometry.  Geometry directs the narrative.  I watch and walk triangles and circles and ellipses, and the geometry grows grass: bamboo Benjamin and brier exhaustion.  I exhale the plane and other plane and any plane, and any plane purchases other.  Plane grows plastic-queer plastic trees and plastic surgery and plane proliferates the sheer paradise sprouts perpetual gender-fluidity and androgyny.  I begin again and I enter the plane, and I look the narratives-narrative branches and narrative roots.  I take roots and the plane, and plane speech spawns convergent mythology and narratives.

I do everything at once simultaneous movement of translation and rotation of the plane

I do everything at the same time time-struck thousand looser leopards long lines leopards

Movement of translation of the page to one side; simultaneous movement of rotation and translation of the plane resulting the creation of a spatial and rhythmic plastic original

Rotation of the plane means creation of narratives

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how writing is taught, says Asia.  Plot diagrams are fine but sometimes it feels like we just teach the diagram and move on, and it’s not always helpful.  I was reading a book about the plot the other day and it said something very obvious but it exposed what we were doing wrong.  The book said that an event in the story isn’t a plot point UNLESS it has a cause and effect.  It has to actually change the story somehow, says Asia.

I do everything at the same time and I explore the plot of the plane.  I walk and watch plane plot and plot narrative.
	Well it a are hal
	I’ve feels book during a
	Been like about wrong the cause
The plane at the same time narrates event and EVENT (your vice is a locked room and only I have the key).  I plot the plane the cause thinking we plot book and a just the said effect.  I do everything as the same time and plot thunders a more plastic plot and more perilous plot – a religious thought that intertwined narrative with spirits.


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Which one I’m the only 

Which one doing a lot point      Unless it said sometimes it said some low

Which one I’m the only one     Vice     Key book about low writing     Obvious     Obvious only one but exposes what we just teach the story

Which one I’m the only one.  Once again one only only body ben human human (terror beyond the power of priest or science to exorcise!  They Came From Within).  Human waters smelt magnetic steel… do you even smelt magnetic steel?  What ways of making steel are there?  I dip in the steel – I melt enough sold to solid.  I melt solid space space malleable – doubly malleable – malleable mallets with Mahler’s hammer.
	Hammer sometimes it has a cause
	And more on
	And effect
	It has a cause and effect
	It has
I plot hammer it has hammer Maxwell’s Silver Hammer    

Which one in the only one, which one arc not only archaeology     Which one melody melody women her (In this moment, not momentum and magnetic steel)     Which – witches within witches which wink witness

Which one is the only one
	And move on
	And
	Effect
	It has a cause
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I do everything at the same time     I machine move days ex machina movement of symmetry symmetry simultaneous…     I plot nothing and the plane eats me     Plane vaporized and I give up into the plot disappears