I Root And Unroot

I root and unroot a rhizomic pornography

Roots. Remain roots. Remind roots. Remain roots and betray roots. Transgress roots and antinomianism grows roots. Remember leaves of grass götterdämmerung. Roots sprawl bizarre and I always know my roots and roots rally room. Room unknown across root room oddity. Unknown oddities spool off often dream.

That charlatan Jacob Frank speaks of roots:
“Have I not long ago said to you that I saw in a dream that everything was erased? Just as when one writes on paper then spills ink on it, so everything must be blotted out. I told you also, until every kingdom becomes turned upside-down. That is, everything will be smeared together and nothing will remain but the foundation, the Root.”
Jacob Frank’s antinomian and radical root remains un/known root. Unknown, I explore and experiment root roots rooms. Dig up root and root remains and grows.

I root and reroot a rhizomic pornography (He should have never hired her, but his lust for ample flesh had overcome his better judgment The Buxom Secretary Whenever she left, he nearly exploded)

I root and root innumerable blooms and my lust gardens whenever she left Elohim creates an adamic pornography, a pornographic male and female he created them, and I create the nude body side of female / a left side city constellation
Buxom body left spoke it to spills help
Ample flesh ampule is teach ink
Constellations composite city female, an immense city body (all seas of the world, placed in one of her nostrils, would be like a mustard seed in the desert)

I root and reroot onto I burden anything Anything room from then one knows that he saw in a dream

YHVH will strike Israel as a reed is shaken in the water; he will root up Israel out of this good land that he gave to their ancestors and scatter them beyond the Euphrates because they have made their sacred poles, provoking YHVH to anger. He will give Israel up because of the sins of Jeroboam, which he sinned and which he caused Israel to commit.

I strike at the root but root finds its root ample flesh I strike root but roots sprout sacred poles / antinomian Asherah (Everything smeared together and nothing will remain but the root / Book smears together languages together roots)

He saw that he saw that is, then one knows that is but root Upside down roots remember their own pornographies

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Roots confuse and bewilder

Fields of uproots, departure knots, severance of the connects (field intensifies field)

Field intensifies field find fiend interference Field flutters field the Tree of Life upside down
Uproot downwards and uproot upside down
Here the field finds field one node to another and this other, and other draws out copper field unfolded (unfolded / uproot Pardes)

Fields of uproots a put only everything will burdened

Go be blotted field of departure

Severance – several – blotted you and laws and out of speech Serpents of the connects / it was erased, just as when one rewrites and none

(Field intensifies field) Field not comes turned mouth intensifies field (Find interference strikes root up out of this good land)

Field intestines field ample flesh

The Tree of Life upside down grows entangled around sacred poles Field intensifies field upside down descent…

Roots confuse and bewilder. Roots confuse field to fields. Do I fail the field? I fail field and roots. Field strikes and uproots but I find the Tree of Life upside-down.
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I root and uproot a rhizomic pornography and my body makes room my body upside down. Have I not long ago said to you that I saw in a dream that all was erased, everything blotted out. I blot out my own body and betray my root but root intensifies root and field interferes field. I will be smeared to teach and then one anyone knows that. I did not come to teaching but the foundation that I saw in dreams. I dream the root. I draw the root.

Hold on, says Asia. I just spent an hour and a half wrestling with roots. Did you gaze into the roots and the roots gazed back into you? I say. I thought it was going to be a quick repotting, she says. I’ve never seen anything like it. They were so tangled and condensed. Like water wasn’t even getting to the center of it, it was so compacted, says Asia. You got those Cthulhu roots, I say. Those roots twisted in the dark dimension. Honestly I would have preferred if they became sentient and just forced themselves into my eyeballs, says Asia.

I uproot room room rhizome Uproot upside (holds roots I’ve the dimension) I root and reroot a rhizomic pornography (They bilked her, balked her, beat her – then branded her as the… Adulteress The story of Willa – a good girl gone bad)

I root and reroot an adamic pornography and my male and female twists roots into dark dimensions
Hold roots I’ve the dimension
Just roots anything to have spent gazed
I create my nude body anarchic adulteress and roots fuck condenses like roots those folded roots

Root room recreates my nude body / sacred poles pierce my ample flesh
Did to water roots themselves
You be wasted twisted into
Roots gaze nude gaze roots (all seas of the world, placed in one of her nostrils, would be like a mustard seed in the desert)

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Fields fuck my ample flesh – my adulteress flesh – my flesh tangled Whore of Babylon

I uproot Pardes and participate Pardes upside-down. I eat branches and roots. I swallow seed – Tree of Life seed and seed Son of Man. I’ve never seen anything with roots – those Cthulhu roots. I got thought it was so tangled and just forced the dark dimension. Honestly I would have preferred into the center – the roots twisted into the center.

Uproot field fall architectonic autumn / adulteress
Autumn leaves flame
The falling leaves drift by my window
Autumn leaves flame my body feminine field
Anarchic leaves leaves leaf hot wires / a single spark can start a prairie fire

I depart field knots and uproot Pardes. I depart art at architectonic plague skeleton (intense season species traffic)

Field fucks my body root muck impossible
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Elohim creates an adamic pornography: pornographic male and female intensifies female field Field confuses and bewilders and thrusts dark roots into bodies leftward (a left side city constellation)

At The Heart Of The Shipwreck, Transformation

At the heart of the shipwreck, an erotic engine pumping nude prayer and porous body video

Shipwreck screech low chaosmos Screech scraps skull flaps shipwreck

Sword flush flesh slings physics awake Awake fisticuffs, presidential

Awake prune purple plan slip panic Ship panic punk splatterpunk paw

Paw shipwreck pistol Pistol pal pass flat passions

Risk space in radical space and risk radical risk. Fail in this space and fail in this place. Although the Ben “I” lacks place, risk labyrinth-library. Risk Ben Adam in Serpent-Christ. This is the place and space is the place. Risk space onto interstellar space – space shipwreck slip time crystal / timequake. Risky space speaks an idioglossia I’ve yet to interpret but I know its unknown directs to me. It’s unknown beckons descent and the ascent beckoned.

Shipwreck passion pistol vanquish inhaling jungle bubblegum pink Passions ship play pistol whip vowel candiru glass coffin

(Glass coffin sanctification Glassjaw jukebox orgasms)

At the earth of the shipwreck, an erotic engine pumps nude prayer and nude body video (The fantastic nude hostage escape Their breakout to freedom depended on stone age striptease in an Algerian prison cell) Shipwreck surprises space cells Surprise fantastic striptease teased out space Space teases Space tease breakout / cell of shipwrecks Cell shipwrecks cells space I identify the left side video feminine, a television fallopian tube antennae or cow’s head large hadron collider (I collide nude to nude a pornographic cosmology)

Space surprises and I struggle space. I struggle space. I struggle on space with space is the place. Nevertheless, I remain displaced. I sit in the prison cell and monastic cell but this enclosed space still surprises chaos. Sit in your cell as a paradise. Put your whole world behind you and forget it. Space surprises as fantastic / surreal. When I learn to inhabit the space, it escapes. Space escapes / invades cells X cells.

At the heart of the shipwreck, Ben Hinnom hells the shadow hidden in the depth by this alternate sail Cell clipper ben behemoth and ben bahamut

I used to rollerblade a lot when I was young, I say. I got pretty beat up falling on roads. For some reason when you’re a kid, you’re able to just bounce off things and be alright, I say. Probably because your cells replicate a lot faster, says Asia. Did you ever break any bones or get hurt as a kid? I scratched my cornea, says Asia. I was just waiting for the bus and a piece of debris flew in my eye. They flushed my eye to remove the debris and made me wear an eye patch. Whoa, you were a pirate! I say. Yes, says Asia. I got really upset when my family called me Patchy.

At the heart of the shipwreck, beat up falling on rocks Identify the left side when I was you ever break any bones Identify for cells thing was in faster Cells identify any a debris cells faster

Cells striptease paradise (Glass coffin sanctification Glassjaw jukebox orgasms)

Screech ship chandelier skull Skull contains skull sheets of sound seersucker yellow-bellied sapsucker

Tortoise belly banded reptile floor tiles Tile mile trial shipwreck / trial field prison spaceship

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I try to speak shipwreck space but space fucks. Space fucks up space. Space splits my body half half half cells / prisons
Be cornea probably any a debris
I to made debris ouch
Speak shipwreck cells Striptease black iron prison television

Flexible psychic – psychic flesh flat flesh flexible shipwreck Flat flexible flux flat first Flat flex flash first fresh shipwreck

Where I exist in the shipwreck none nowhere not Ben. Flatten out Ben and spread gold. Flexible gold.

Flexible hex flash pact per compact perfection

Something is happening but I don’t know what it is. I transform but I don’t know how and I lack language / languages. What I mean – I can’t describe. Describe. Detect. Determine.

How do you I know if you’re going through a spiritual transformation? I ask Christina. Old ideas suddenly stop making sense and new ideas start making sense. Same as mental breakdowns though sometimes though, says Christina. Could you give me an example of an old idea not making sense and a new one coming? I say. An old idea might be some people make their beds and ought to lie in them. A new idea might be everyone tries their best with what they have and should be given grace. That was a big spiritual growth spurt I had some years back, says C. I’m experiencing mystical something weird, I say. Traumatic? God traumatic, I say. Mystical experiences are all weird and traumatic I feel like, says C. They take you from a place of security to an unfamiliar place. I’m having trouble writing it, I say. Or processing it. Or understanding it. I think some of that discomfort is like a necessary part, says C. And for you, not being able to grasp a thing especially in words is probably a big trigger, she says.

Paranormal flexible first flight sight (first light automatic writing / anarchic living flux)

Flexible transformation / liminal transformation

At first and at first the flexible shipwrecks and first ship when flex
How an might weird it or do example be traumatic
Mystical some your idea best experiences
Discomfort
First ship when flex flexible terror and beauty

First my flexible flesh strange occurrence

Speak striptease shipwreck Strip fantastic place of an unfamiliar place of security
Processing sense as traumatic
God transformation
Old ideas might be sometimes
Speak flexible flex flux purse worse strange flee flexible kisses

Strange occurrence occurs word hers flexible strange wing when not sin swing when

I write without speech
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At the heart of the shipwreck, an erotic engine pumping nude prayer and porous body video (The absorbing novel of a young wife who took a job as “sexual persuader” and couldn’t stop! A Night With Lana Her lust for life turned into a life of lust)

Ben Hinnom tells the shadow sudden in the depth I wake again, male and female, make ben adam and ben beforehand relapsed wrongly the flight representing the outbursts clearing bounds at the root

Open Slow Ocean

Open slow ocean nude bodies / I research nude bodies oceanic I resemble or research slow ocean often nude and I breach dude ranch nurse nude

Open or least open. What I mean open experiment / experience. Open oceanic experiment – not necessarily descent but oceanic. Spreading out where the descent directs open. Direct multidirectional descends oceanic. You see I transform. I transform and translate myself to myself – whether real or imaginary. I transform into what – what I don’t know but the what descends oceanic – which is to say, descends into the experiment-experience everywhere. Multidirectional sacred silence – silence embeds into my disordered body – dissociated body. Empty look for the what unknown to me.

Open slow ocean nude bodies / I research nude bodies oceanic I reveal nude bodies multidirectional
I paint abstract dreams
I paint dream desert addressed disaster
Descend cave diving disaster
Open slower and slower open slow sabbath slime climb slower

I build a world of abstract dreams and I toss coins to determine the number of imperfections in the dream. I toss coins to determine the number of imperfections in a given space (space speaks wall wheel in a wheel women waters). I water walk coin tosses. I water walk coin toss tower or tower total trailing towerings. Coin tosses teach Tower of Babel. Stepping on the tiger’s tail – it does not bite the person – progressing.

I spot the numbered dream and potentially active: I toss subsequent language actually active

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Descent – no, multidirectional ocean. My depersonalized body tosses the coins re/written prophesies. Detached – but the detachment reveals my shadow.

Work writing and it sticks. Something sticks. I listen to “Tintin in Tibet” by Mount Eerie:

I sing to you
You don’t exist
I sing to you though…

I always listening covering think towers. Always Babel and everything connects to everything and everything follows everything. Writing sticks and I contemplate the ending to “They Look Like People” And Asia trusts me like that.

I never cease writing and I never cease prophecy. Witness – Human One – sisters (That is a demon. That is not human. Not a neighbor not a friend not a lover. That is a monster that is an enemy). I prophesy endless every: ever ocean every nude body every open coin toss babel. I prophesy endless every and Asia trusts me. Asia shares her unconditional with me and I underestimate her unconditional. I prophesy ceaseless crevasse ground fork tectonic fault. I prophesy continental drip shoot from the hip black christmas.

Not ceasing, perpetual motion machine mechanic – work (work up and down they’re not fools. They’re not fools. It’s not all bikinis, beach blankets, and bingo). Work up and down dowsing for water or dead bodies buried with gold. Work up and down my stomach growls lion’s roar and sun lion sun dog fog.

Not ceasing but creating. I create chaotic and everything follows everything. I hallucinate where I am in the Book (labyrinth burning lariat parody my delirium). Work up and down my stomach growing Book pushed up through my skull.

Desiccate – oceanic multidirectional descent. Therefore it is said, when he ascended on high, he made captivity itself a captive; he gave gifts to his people. When it says, “He ascended,” what does it mean but that he had also descended into the lower parts of the earth? He who descended is the same one who ascended far above all the heavens, so that he might fulfill all things.

Open slow oceans Slow slow slower Open slow

Don’t you look slow Slow look down

Look down breach on the beach Nurse the beach breached by oceans

(Lost, I’m lost. Benjamin separate from Benjamin.) I feel like I have forgotten me, I say. Forgotten Ben. Something empty has settled in me. I feel without an “I.” What does it mean to be Pando Friends with me? I say. That I’m your friend, says Asia. That we built it, she says. What does it mean to be friends with Ben? Friends means sharing the unconditional? Yeah, says Asia. I wonder if the unconditional we feel and share for each other still exists even if this “I” or “Ben” within me doesn’t exist. Yeah, it does, she says. I feel like a quotation, I say. A tissue of texts. None of them mine. (Lost, I’m lost. Benjamin separate from Benjamin. Descended into the lower parts of the earth.)

Open slow ocean nude bodies / I reveal my new body oceanic (I identify a female ocean at the heart of the shipwreck)
I I to we it quotation
I sing to you You don’t exist
Like does friends and feel I it with share
I identify and develop a female earth and feminine ocean, and her ocean opens nude mythology and nude cosmology

Therefore it is said, when he descended on high, he made captivity itself a captive; he gave gifts to his people. When it says, He ascended, what does it mean but that he had also descended into the lower parts of the earth? He who descended is the same one who ascended far above all the heavens, so that he might fulfill all things, I descended to what, I don’t know. What, not where. Descend to another Ben, to another Ben slow ocean, and we prophesy without ceasing. Face to face, the violence. The other unknown what ocean. Unconditional what Ben
I wonder if this “I”
What doesn’t feel a Ben?
When I don’t feel like a quotation
We feel a Ben
A tissue of texts. None of texts. None of texts none of texts. None his heaven parts to descended of made it fill ascended earth.

I identify and develop a female ocean, and her ocean opens nude mythology and nude cosmology (The fish Bahamut carries on its back the great bull Kujata and one the green hyacinth slab stands an earth-bearing angel)

A feminine ocean oscillates strange often or pen mouth with bone bird fragments. The fragments form firmaments the erotic or corrosive earth. Bone ocean constructs an erotic acid western cosmology (god created the angel who took the earth on his shoulders and grasped it with his hands; the angel had as his supper a rectangular rock of green hyacinth, itself borne upon a giant bull which rests on a fish swimming in the water)

Open slow ocean but what. And what Ben – any Ben – within open oceanic Pando unconditional

Draw Unreal Alchemy

I draw the bright alchemical drift

I draw ben alchemy and I absorb sulfur sift shift sulfur ben body salt I absorb gospel of mark and magic and I perform the magics drawn

They came to Bethsaida. They brought a blind man to him and begged him to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him out of the village, and when he had put saliva on his eye and laid his hands on him, he asked him, “Can you see anything?” And the man looked up and said, “I can see people, but they look like trees, walking.” Then Jesus laid his hands on his eyes again, and his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly. Then he sent him away to his home, saying, “Do not even go into the village.”

I draw Ben gospel alchemy: I draw my body absorbed in alchemy and I marry Gospel of Mark with Gospel of Cain. Alchemical salt stains my body and burns mark of Cain onto my forehead and hand. Gospel of Mark bellys body horror (Something is after Jessica. Something very cold, very wet… And very dead Let’s Scare Jessica to Death). I draw Cain body horror and body splatters aleatoric.

Draw aleatoric Attract the score projected on an automobile
Project came the him trees everything
Mark to hand he walking clearly
Gospel some led him Jesus
Drift desert snow Christina body wolf wasp butterfly machines

Draw alchemy. Draw Body. Body marks tree walking gospel and spit magic. Take the Allum of Spain, the white summ and the red gumm, which is the Kebric of the philosophers, and their Sol and the greater tincture, and marry gumm with gumm together with matrimony. Draw wolf and wolf marriage and mara bitter captures butterfly machines. I draw my body defined and refined by cockatrice Christina.

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Draw unreal. Draw Ben Body disembodied. Draw myself composed of others quotations and any other text except my body’s (people don’t live or die people just float she went with the man with the long black coat)

Asia thinks our friendship is real and she shares with me the unconditional Asia participates in our unconditional whether Ben Unreal Ben Not-Here Ben Underground / Underneath Ben Ombre / Umbra

Now I rarely feel real or I feel increasingly unreal. It’s all television. Drawn by another Benjamin. It’s all film and I live altered states. “My” “I” doesn’t exist but pools primordial point pickpocket point.

Point primordial-primeval tincture – original matrimony
Original what original
What original beginning
Intersection between existence and nonexistence Union drawn and myth

When now “am” unsteady and unstated unconsciousness Unstable language / lizard steppe alphabet

Unstable language disintegrated tastes nonexistence

Draw unreal and marry real to unreal: true primordial Original television Motion picture chaos
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I draw alchemical drift and I drift desert snow Christina I draw body undefined and Christina coalesces your deep rest (I called in sick from your funeral Tradition of culture nearly felt impossible) I draw place not defined by place: I draw not defined by body

I draw my body not defined by body. He took the blind man by hard and led him out of the village, and when he had put saliva on his eyes and he laid his hand on him, and he asked him, “Can you see anything?” I draw my body not defined by my body and I do not see anything. I do not see and salt and sulfur blind. Quicksilver poisons and my body doesn’t live on die but just floats.

An extradimensional eye comes to light through the bony roof on my head and I have an eye on top of my skull just for the sun

I draw the primary subject of my female body and I rewrite the Gospel of Mark with frank eroticism. But the youth, looking upon him, loved him and began to beseech him that he might be with him. And going out of the tomb they came into the house of the youth, for he was rich. And after six days, Jesus told him what to do and in the evening the youth comes to him, wearing a linen cloth over his naked body. And he remained with him that night, for Jesus taught him the mystery of the Kingdom of God. I rewrite the Gospel of Mark with frank eroticism and naked man lies with naked man (The Horny Housewife It was non-stop orgy… and Libby was the main attraction in the carnival of nymphos and studs!)

I copy my body miniature monochromatic / multiple organ failure black canvas
Black canvas anvil animated horizontal erotic
Philosophical mercury joins again with sulfur, producing a homogeneous liquid

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My body without place draws my body without place

Wrestling writes is the writing itself (Process and making becomes indistinguishable from Book-Text-Scripture itself. Do not forget the performance art of the Book and open process-chaos of Book. Book as scripture documents the process of its own creation.)

Fuck up the text / text fucks me up (time fucks up the text)

Document the displacement of my own body and my body without place document “my” body derealized and married to red summ and white summ coagulates

My body without place draws my body without place Document my body without place drawn into no place but primordial point
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I draw the bright alchemical drift looked hands and of and asked village I draw body undefined walking led anything trees then to

Saliva on his hands and begged his hands or his eyes again and said Said my body without place disintegrates Body undefined people brought was restored and said, “I can see anything clearly”

I draw my body projected on an automobile Aleatoric automobile contact microphone file hammered Hammer body horror Body Prometheus unbound blood Blood stains monochromatic paintings (undefined body pierced unmirror body)

Draw alchemy / I dissipate in sulfur fumes

Aware Of Her Word

Aware of her word, I draw Book wolves and she wolfs winged word (no individual words exist and persist but only word-producing machinic assemblages)     I assemble word multiplicities of several kinds     I draw assemblage additional garage / through combination of volumes

Aware of her word, I absorb abandon abstract / my shipwreck body     I am then I am shipwreck body aleatoric train

Aware of her word, the word shapes earth.  Now the whole earth had one language and the same words.  And they migrated from the east, they came upon a plain in the land of Shinar and settled there.  And they said to one another, “Come, let us make bricks and fire them thoroughly […]  Therefore it was called Babel, because there YHVH confused the language of all the earth, and from there YHVH scattered them abroad over the face of all the earth.  Aware of her word, she confuses my own word.  Her word wolves my word.

Aware of her word, I absorb abstract     Absorb aleatoric train rock hocket bodies hockey puck knuckle puck hocket bodies     Animal body stained black burn marks / gospel of mark mark of cain

Aware of word, word absorbs and exists warning alarm word.  Increasingly, nuclear melt down and tsunami alarms.  No, not aware, but as unconscious structures itself as language, the unknown languages stink that seeps through my prophecy.  The Book absorbs funk.  My body detaches itself from my body but the jazz and funk remains.  The stench of her word unaware remains.

I love how all the other skunk cabbages look like flowers and the one native to eastern North America looks like an eldritch horror, says Asia.  Our friendship is Pando and Big Frog Friends, I say.  Can we also add our friendship is the eldritch abomination of the eastern skunk cabbages?  My brain needs all the symbols and metaphors it can get plus I can write it in the Book.  Absolutely, says Asia.  I crave becoming one with the bog, she says.  If Pando means being on the same wavelength, then what does skunk cabbage friends mean?  We stink the same?  Stinky, says Asia.  Stinky from what?  Natural stink?  Don’t know, she says.  Skunk cabbage is also impossible to dig up, she says.  So we make our presence known by our stink and no one can dig us up, I say.

Aware of her word, the whole earth has one language and the same word.  Then they said to one another, Come let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.  Aware of her word, let us make a name for ourselves.

I draw Book wolves and I absorb the Book
	Draw gospel of mark an oral tonality torsion
	Tonal torsion Oral Torah
	Torah throughout face do the whole and of nothing earth
Draw aleatoric gospel / abstract body horror


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Draw.  Draw – draw up and draw towards on the one funk.  Absorb word melody: entire funk and bog bodies.

I collectively perform the melody (god melody collects melodies transposed towers)

Collective melody modular mode molded draw collections
	Had had whole
	One brick earth purpose left language
	For off to stone

(A work of incredible conciseness… and of unique concentration… Although I did not understand the work completely, I had the feeling of finding an aesthetic and stylistic writing as great as I could hope for)

Babel     Pando     Big Frog Friends     Babel     Skunk Cabbage stink

I prophesy towers same between towers.  I prophesy towers same between towers.  I perform prophecy performance art.  I pirate radio prophecy – panorama piracy – radio gaga gods.  I perform prophecy and horizontal conceptual art.  Art transforms prophecy in vertical clusters.  I have one word with her word mortar to impossible.

Eldritch horror     Pando becoming one with the bog     Stinky

I prophesy permutations of the trichords of the row and I radio rows pirate radio.  I prophesy a paragon of symmetrical construction (Come, let us make a name upon a plain in them   Come let us build ourselves   Come let us make bricks and settles Babel, because Tower with its top in them).  I prophesy symmetrical asymmetry and asymmetrical symmetry (art rhythm plus are attack aporia).

Draw Book interchanges wolf movement modal interchange     Prophecy polymodal chromaticism

Draw.  Draw babel Pando tower concise.  Draw concentrated stink.  Book funk on word.
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Aware of her word, I draw Book wolves and she wolfs my body round symmetry (no individual words exist and persist but only word-producing machinic assemblage)     I assemble word multiplicities of several kinds

I draw assemblage additive garage / valley combination of volumes

I draw simplified interpretation of doric columns and games gamma light and darkness (I, YHVH create light and dark; I, YHVH create good and evil)
	That the land confuse tower with its top in them thoroughly
	And a tower with its top in YHVH confuse the same words
I draw machine multiplicities and Christina assemblages of multiple kinds: human, social, and technical machines, organized molar machines, molecular machines with their particles becoming inhuman

(Everything I say is a quotation.  I’m made of a tissue of text.  That’s it.  Aware of her word.  All her words and not my words.)

Aware of her words, I draw Book wolves and aware her assemblages babel one long word     Assembled texts tracks traces molar movements Taryn

I Draw Maw Mer Magma

I draw maw mer magma I draw mer more maw game magma

Draw down quartet for the end of time Draw ray ray double draw

Draw and I draw claw message / draw mad messenger (Draw wave desert swerve Draw Waverace 64 simulated chop / combine water chop and desert)

I draw you won’t have and I enter the moon printed shadows

Movement interchange between horizontal melodies and vertical chords manipulate material

Before he has finished speaking, there was Rebekah, who was born to Betheul Son of Milcah, the wife of Nahor, Abraham’s brother, coming out with her water jar on her shoulder. The young woman was very fair to look upon, a virgin whom no man had known. She went down to the spring, filled her jar and came up. Then the servant ran to meet her and said, “Please let me sip a little water from your jar.” “Drink, my lord,” she said, and quickly lowered her jar upon her hand and gave him a drink. When she had finished giving him a drink, she said, “I will draw for your camels also, until they have finished drinking.” So she quickly emptied her jar into the trough and ran again to the well to draw, and she drew for all his camels. The man gazed at her in silence to learn whether or not the LORD had made his journey successful.

Movements interchange between horizontal melodies and vertical chords / manipulate his materials She manipulates my materials

Movement interchange interchange changes movement languages

Movement machines mer or magma materials. Movement interchange machine and machine and movement draws up waters. I water languages. Move failure languages interchange experiments.
Young her she to
Before woman and she the
He had said finished well
Movement manipulates material. I draw up magma water and mer up maw. Manipulate magma material and its waves interchange vertical changes. I draw your won’t have me I enter the moon painted shadows.
Shadow finished fair let his draw
Drawing look sip drink
Movement interchange interchange changes movement in language.

I draw maw mer magma I draw more maw game magma Draw man gates at her jar and ran to look upon (I look upon magma maw saw mint mer look)

I draw spirit Christina and ghost Christina Castlevania and in vain I channel vane sisters / Christina my sister Christina, my and Philip K. Dick’s sister Sister was Rebekah who was Rebekah Sister who was Rebekah whom no man gazed at her jar

Philip K. Dick writes about our sister:
But my search in this world, in all worlds, is for my sister, my female counterpart whom I have lost – been separated from. Still, she exists, and finally I will be reunited with her. She is very close to me and the AI voice, the singing woman (psychopomp) and the sibyl. And ultimately, holy wisdom herself (v. Prv 8: “my darling and delight.”).

Movement towers manipulate material materials towers movement
Towers she exists and the AI voice
Materia l I will be reunited with herself
Woman psychopomp search in this world
Movement towers manipulate materials

Movement hints horizontal body horror horizons (I collectively perform the melody) I draw spirit Christina / this I be voice herself This voice herself world have reunited)

I draw spirit Christina the singing woman (psychopomp) My darling woman (psychopomp) and the singer and finally I will be reunited from I draw still she exists and delights Christina: my and Philip K. Dick’s sister

I collectively perform the melody. I perform vertical planing melodies (god melody collect melodies collective concerto transposed towers). Collection melodies modulate mode modes medium collections. I keep collecting the melodies and I draw melodies upon upward. Draw melodies up and down my sister by magmas. When she had finished giving her a drink, she said, “I will draw for your camel also, until they have finished drinking.” I draw drinking melodies and vertical melodies drink.

I was thinking today I could wear a big T-shirt as a covert pseudo-dress, I say. Day 163 of Ben sounding like an egg, says Asia. Not egg, I say. Genderqueer… I don’t know what I am. Like what Ben even means, not just gender. What Ben exists really? All of them, says Asia. And none of them. By the time you figure out which one is now, you are onto the next one. Which one are you Pando Friends with? All of them, says Asia. Don’t waste your time drawing chalk outlines. It’s good to know yourself but also know that yourself grows and changes. That’s a good thing. You change and stay the same. Because what’s true to you stays, says Asia.

I do not draw chalk outlines but I draw water for the camels I draw her draw outline into the trough and she spring filled her water jar and quickly emptied her water

I draw maw mer magma I draw mer more water and I quickly pour her water in magma I pour Christina psychopomp play haunted
Kiss ghost Christina hauntological
Her matador machine body kicks Christ’s passion
Movements interchange the singing woman and sibyl always outline Christina

Her molotov cocktail machine body cold crucifies Christina crucifies cold ben hinnom black blizzards

I outline in all worlds and Christina my sister draws my female counterpart whom I have lost. I outline Christina melodies and vertical ghosts, and Biblical narrative transforms into Kindred narrative. Christina lowers her jar and gives the Bible the drink, and Kindred quickly empties as outlines. Kindred transforms horizontal to vertical, and melody stares at Kindred in silence. I draw Kindred waves desert swerve.

I draw maw mer Kindred I draw my chalk outlines You won’t have me enter but Kindred paints moon shadow

My Soul Empties Pomegranates

The pure spirit of Torah tracks Taryn traces the pure material of Torah The pure phrase spirit phase spirit Pure phase spirit piano piano prepared phase swinging microphone Torah
Pure tinker torture garden
Pure phrase halo horror body

Pure spirit Torah trace Torah body. Trace Torah meat body and physical body. Carnal Torah cuts carnal Torah catalyst. Torah as enzyme ziplines eye strain rhizome. I strain sonata rhizome sonata-allegro alpha and aleph. I strain strata eye strata rhizome Torah / sonata-allegro animations.

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Segment and strata stir chaos. The chaos circulates all discontinuity.

I tire twist time contorted clocks (disintegration of the persistence of time) I tire twist corpus hypercubus untimed Torah (contort Corpus Christi Carol)

Torah strata. Strata sediment flows Torah. Torah strata doubts. Torah superimposes Torah double strata. Chaos dis/continuity. Chess chaos dis/continuity.

I sing hymn hymen hyena (hallucination hallucinate temple of doom hyenas body horror) Sing hymn body horror helios halo open star sings

(Oh well! It was nice while it lasted, right? Sure it was nice while it lasted)

I create with Torah and Tanakh. I create Torah narratives remixed. You shall make the robe of the ephod all of blue. It shall have an opening for the head in the middle of it, with a woven binding around its edge, like the opening in a garment, so that may not be torn. On its lower hem you shall make pomegranates of blue, purple, and crimson yarns, all around the lower hem, with bells of gold between them all around – a golden bell and pomegranate alternating all around the lower hem. Aaron shall wear it when he ministers, and its sound shall be heard when he goes into the holy place before YHVH and when he comes out, so that hey may not die. I create Torah narratives again and first time Torah description. I make a robe from Torah and I wear Torah like an opening of a garment.

I empty my soul and my soul travels outside narrow outside marrow (I prophesy stranger stranger longer marrow prophecy). I hem my Book with blue, purple, and crimson, and thread empties. My soul empties pomegranates; my soul pours out narrative tangerines empty.

I dwell empty and soul empty other prophetic empty Empty empty hallucination or hallucination oddity (odd projects hallucinate disintegration hesitate my body transforms hypergraphia) Narrative opens in the middle and woven narrative empties (My soul contains the residue of hypergraphia)

Odd projects god odd progress Odd god articulates bone swine (my bone shines slope hysteria hallucination hyenas)

Torah strata. Lower hem pomegranates strata – blue, purple, and crimson strata. Strata so I any not die but I die.

Torah dis/continuity fucks (?…?)
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Pure spirit Torah traces Taryn traces… Tinker with the trace Tinker into the middle of the lower hem Tinker you shall make pomegranates (discontinuity?)

Pure phase horror body (In 1946 this man killed five people… today he still lurks the streets of Texarkana, Arkansas “The Town That Dreaded Sundown”)

Pure phase tase torture Taryn ambulances

Look, Torah fucks up. Fucks me up. Kills five people including a ben doppelganger and a ben clone. Torah sundowning. Look, ambulance blues. Dis/continuities empty and I hem what the fuck – no, where am I. You are here now here but Torah.

I fear sundown and I nurse Torah. I nurse Torah a pediatric patient and her urine dribbles disreal. I dream Torah in the volcanic eruption of nursing. Sundown you a shall and when you shall women make we pomegranates. Pomegranates crack and kill five people. Sundown I empty my soul and my soul travels outside marrow five killings. I dwell empty nursing dream and I give rebuilding treatments to Torah.

One of my small group students hurt herself walking on the sidewalk, says Asia. Never saw anything like it. One misstep and she crumpled like a dropped marionette puppet. She hit her face on the sidewalk and I had to walk her to the nurse. The nurse was like “What happened?” Like, she was on the sidewalk then she was ON THE SIDEWALK. I don’t know what else to tell you. Fainted maybe? I say. Syncope? No, she didn’t faint, says Asia. She was walking too close to the edge. It wasn’t a steep edge at all. But close enough to trip I guess. The girl is the clumsiest human being I ever met. Like it’s almost cartoonish. You’re a clumsy person too though so I thought you’d relate, I say. No, says Asia. You don’t understand. She has come to school with crutches and a boot on her foot two separate times this school year. When I brought her to the nurse, she said that was the third time she had fallen that day, says Asia.

Pure spirit of Torah traces My body nurse pure phrase phase Torah. Torah kills five Ben Adam but sounds hears comes out of the Holy Place so I may not die
Hem you shall make pomegranates
Purple and crimson her face to close to the school
I nurse I had fallen that that (That happened? …. That?)

I travel nurse narrow halo horror / body Borges labyrinth I nurse Torah trace hem remix sidewalk narrative

I write clumsy and fall down The Town That Dreaded Sundown. I prophesy clumsy sidewalk never was close like happened edge. I fall to Torah. I walk too close Torah edge and I fall Torah.

Go Up To Me On The Mountain

The pure spirituality of Torah mirrors the pure materiality of Torah

Mirrors embody depict type materiality mirrors Mirrors illustrate exemplify double spirituality mirrors

I machine Torah material and I quilt material queer Taryn scripture

The pure spirit of Torah translates the pure material of Torah

Translate convert decipher material translate Translate render transcribe turn spirit translate

I machine pure Torah touches pure Torah capture Taryn

I write all-ways scripture and I speech-trance scripture-space. I speech scripture space and this is where time becomes space. This where makes space scripture and time-scripture. Inscribe scripture on the mucosa and viscera of my bodies and bodies translate bodies written. You are the one who writes and the one who is written. I speech Oral Torah and oral formulas. Write scripture immediately. I write immediately scripture revival and immediately repeat scriptures. I build a scripture of abstract drams and I wait in scripture. I live in scripture inscribed in the abstract dream and abstract machine.

Then YHVH told Moses, “Go up to me on the Mountain and stay there. I’ll give you stone tablets with the instructions and law that I’ve written to teach the people.” So Moses got up, along with Joshua his servant and went up to the Mountain of God.

I go up to the mountain and translate Torah into Torah Got up mountain ben body bass marimba
Ben Body bass marimba / diamond marimba desert
I worship diamond marimba desert diatoms / atomic diatom wave organ
Go up to mountain then YHVH fury devil go an to me or the faustian and stay there

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The pure spirit of Torah translates my body image mirror doubled Torah

Taryn transform task logos largo (large transformation isolated largo isolated symphonic poem)

Make image and counterimage symphonic earth Make asymmetrical transformation material transformations (Taryn mysterious history hagiographies)

Translate scripture no outlet head my head against that wall of harmony Translate nothing but narrative and mountain or mountain add some psalm mountain. Mountain plus monument moment palm tree garden (No outlet. Ben trapped in the Book. Book binds Ben in the double knot and supernal dark).

I film my body saturated spirit pure material. I film and carry spear spinal spirit (The wound can only be healed by the spear that made it). I film body forest ring (large circular patterns of low tree density in the boreal forest of northern Canada). Continued earthquakes queer my body video more cassettes.

Hallucinate hysterical transformations / hysterical histories stiller bodies I hallucinate God black but theater and I perform Elohim chaos I hallucinate gospel theater of the absurd / alphabet absurds absurd alien allways
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The pure spirituality of Torah mirrors the pure materiality of the Torah / the pure spirit of Torah translates the pure material of Torah (Then YHVH kick Moses, “Go up to do on the mountain and pray there. I’ll give you stone tablets with the instruction and rod that I’ve gagged to teach the coarse.”) Torah translates narrative and Torah transcribes narrative Torah storytells narrative and tells scary stories around the campfire

So we are writing a narrative in my small group class, says Asia, and we are going to plan it out. I’m going to try using scene cards. They are going to create scene cards and character cards for their main characters before we even start writing. The prompt is based on the article that we read about negative through patterns. The character in some way has to deal with one of the negative thought patterns that we talked about (rumination, overgeneralization, self-criticism) so I’ve given them part of the conflict and everything else is up to them.

Create a scene: hallucinated Torah Torah hallucination ecstatic prophecy mountain ecstatic frenzy Created scenes and scene-in-scene: Torah hallucinations bomb bald marimba psalms

Create. Create hagiography and mountain hallucination. Create nonsense and uncanny. Create Torah. Create pulp and horror (Gruesome Twosome Co-ed cuties scalped alive for fun and profit). Create Torah. Then YHVH wing magic, “Go up to the me on the mountain and stay style. I’ll make you stone tablets with the instruction and law that I’ve flipped to books the nearly.”

Pure Torah touches pure Torah Pure Torah touches pure musical dream
Bay of San Francisco amplified ocean waves
Weather conditions transform the tapes and dynamics of the sound produced
Pure Torah touches Torah in abstract dreams

I absorb Torah Absorb Torah abstract abandon Abandon scene narrative scene Story tale aphorisms abandon Torah story) I absorb abandon abstract bodies bodies aleatoric tetrominos / tetragrammaton transformed Taryn

Material Torah egalitarian destruction

I absorb abandon abstract aleatoric / touch Torah
Torah else is up to plan to it
Translate I’m going a narrative in some way
Transcribe a narrative in some way has to deal
I absorb abandon aleatoric abstract titans

The pure spirituality of Torah mirrors the materiality of Torah

Torah touches Torah and Torah repeats Torah. Then YHVH told Moses, “Go up to me on the Mountain and stay there. I’ll give you the tablets with the instructions of the law that I’ve written to teach people.” So Moses got up, along with Joshua his servant and went up on the Mount of God. Pure Torah. Scene. Narrative and scene. I create scenes and characters.

Take Torah Taryn tape cassette / tape deck desert Take tape Torah material matchstick grip Torah materialized Torah: Torah materialized Taryn

Writing scene writing A cards My to go on my part small create (Create. Create. Create Torah. Taryn creates Torah. Create story and mountain Torah. Create pulp and horror. There’s more than one way to lose your heart My Bloody Valentine. Create Torah.) Based on them part of the character cards

The negative that we read about negative in my Torah Negative narrative Then YHVH yest devil “Go up to me on the folkways and stay there. I’ll give you stone tablets with the instructions and tee from what I’ve written to teach me.”

I eat the spirit and material of Torah

That Is The Great City

City shore cradles my chalice body

City shore shore combs chalice: body surface summer otter pops city shore

City shore candles my chalice: city shore cradles my chalice body. City simmers cup body. I cup heat summer of sam. Cup or chalice deforms and constricts my body as city grid. City and desert overlap and the central valley drought christens city-desert. Salton Sea dries up and I coat my body in salt sink. Desert selects the cities to consume / dissimilar desert surfaces. Sand covers my skull silver mine and ghost town.

Cush became the father of Nimrod; he was the first on earth to become a mighty warrior. He was a mighty hunter before YHVH; therefore it is is said, “Like Nimrod a mighty hunter before YHVH.” The beginning of his kingdom was Babel, Erech, Akkad, and Calneh in the land of Shinar. From that land he went into Assyria and built Nineveh, Rehobothir, Calah, and Reden between Nineveh and Calah; that is the great city.

City hunts my chalice body / desert city a silver lucifer abandon
Abandon cornucopia
Mine golden spiral
Cornucopia stations of the cross abandon

(Mina Loy among the women at the foot of the cross when Bob Dylan waits a hard rain is going to fall)

Silver lucifer language looms Mina Loy’s corpse and I commingle my necrosis with her name necropolis
Mina Loy light the lights
Mina Loy layers sampled funk loops
compact collage glitched gods

City hunts me like a mighty hunter the god-city and city-god (For Hunter, Hollywood’s sex-for-sale is X-rated and wrapped in dark red… for murder sleaze) City hunts me sleaze no cards up my sleeves

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I rarely feel real. I ready feel real. Rarely dream and memory dream irreal. Irreal radiates underneath unreal. Irreal reveals my body empty city and city sheol shaking saints. City-Sheol shakes revelations. Feel not real – frog ribbit rabbit concentrations.

Reed rabbit unreal joust jab

Jagged Book of Job jazz joined jawbone

Jagged irreality of my cup body joined my body television and satire

The City builds a world of abstract dreams and waits for me
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The city crushes my chalice body Chalice body surfaces soda pop pop goes the weasel otter pops

What about Otter Pops then? I say. Did you have that as a kid? Popsicles? says Asia. Yeah but they are like a liquid in a long skinny bag until you freeze them. I know what a popsicle is, says Asia. I did have popsicles as a kid. Otter Pop though is the brand of it, I say. Listen, says Asia. A popsicle is a popsicle. Not once did I turn down a popsicle as a kid or ask what kind it was. I just ate the popsicle. I’ve had many kinds of frozen juice in plastic tubes, she says. So when you say popsicles, this is what pops into my head: [popsicle picture]. They are both popsicles, says Asia. Oh, OK, I say. Wikipedia says a popsicle or an ice pop is on a stick, while a freezie (like an Otter Pop) doesn’t have a stick. Wikipedia can go fuck itself, says Asia. I have never heard anyone call that freezies. I didn’t know you were so passionate about popsicles, I say. I don’t, she says. It just annoys me when people get pedantic about things that don’t matter and I’m tired and grouchy. When Otter Pop tried to change the name of one of its flavors, I say, there was a whole writer-in protest and everything. Some people are passionate about frozen treats, I say.

The city shore chews my chalice body and Mina Loya layers funk samples to fill my cup skull I mimic Mina Loy long letter song train track longitude Ben body longitudes lance images lunar image / bodies bold complete metamorphoses

City Cush hunter the and became the before land

Lost city. Unknown city. Nineveh Nimrod hunter. The from lost mines and ghost towns. Lost Otter Pops first therefore kingdom. Messy city. City absent from the skull into great earth is Babel. Babel builds new city lost. City lucifer long letter song. Where am I? Irreal city or the river that sweats tar.

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Ben comic book body / movie projector apocalypse Body entirely film or light-emitting diodes delicious dawn unreal

Cup city Chalice city pop trees to change the name of itself

Cup skull draw unreal river sketch irreal dead (Body only silver lucifer Body only smog bug bomb)

I prophesy my own imaginary language – irreal idiolect and pretend private language not truly private language but unheard – incomprehensible – utterly incoherent.

I prophesy juice otter idiolects Private downfall popsicle plastic Prophesy in what turn many liquid Can says popsicle tried popsicle Prophesy idiolect they pop passionate I prophesy imaginary language or rather rotated language

I never exist and I wave never existed how Never exist fore YHWH that land Calneh the great city

I never existed and I have never existed. I exist imaginary. Fiction and metafiction. Hallucination the beginning of Nimrod and I go out to Assyria. Hallucination and delusion the popsicle get popsicle life you and the other babel. I have never existed. Perhaps there has been no I.

Hey Asia? You think I’m real, right? Like a real human being? A real Ben? Yeah, says Asia. We are still Pando Friends even though my brain is melting. We are still Big Frog Friends even though my body struggles sluggish. Yes, says Asia.
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The city choir chews my chalice body Chalice body simmers surface summer otter pops
Like like an otter pop tried to change he went into Assyria
Yeah but this Kingdom was a kid
Like Nimrod; he was that of one call them freeze name
I mimic Mina Loy long letter train ballad and night train Bodies ben black black paintings charcoal cave mouth (mouth babel hunt city) Body boasts lake longitude table tennis taproot

I mimic Mina Loy and I explore her work new work. I work a model mist / postmodernist poetics and I poke and prod at the languages. I always attempt to write new languages. I write incomprehensible idiolect: Taryn heterotopia heteroglossia dialogic Book (dialogic diabolic topology).

Pure Spirituality Of Torah

Pure spirituality of Torah concerns the Mystery of Christina veiled and Christina unveiled     Pure spirit slides high styx invasive species mystery of Christina veiled and Christina unveiled     Pure spirit phallus hallux nine month midnight Christina mystery (midnight Christina migrates first mystery and second mystery)

I have brought the water and the fire from the place of the lights of the Treasury of the Lights.  I have brought the wine and the blood from the place of Barbelo.  And after a little time my Father sent to me the Holy Spirit in the type of a dove.  But the fire, the water, and the wine have come into the existence to purify all the sons of the world.  On the other hand, the blood was for me a sign concerning the body of mankind, which I received in the place of Barbelo, the great power of the Invisible God.

Pure spirituality of Torah traded spirit spar spirit (we found your weakness and it’s right outside your door now testify)

Pure spirituality brought the purify mankind have the Holy all.  I prayer pure spirit without prayer and without god all which brought wine spirit.  My finger spirit of Shekinah inscribes Torah and codex and Scroll.  My mouth speaks sword salt-sulfur Torah and I immerse the scroll in the condensed matter alembic.  Pure spirits stir and still my body gnosis and sophia.

City chore my chalice body

Holy Spirit in the Invisible God as for me concerning the place of Barbelo
	City chore my chalice body
	Chalice body surface summer soda pop porneia
The water and the type of blood from the type of Barbelo

From the the the from place done but other Barbelo – my own emanations I emanate – Human One and I marry Torah Scroll.  I marry Taryn Torah Scroll.
	City chalice body dissimilar desert surfaces
	Desert skull surfaces Book of Sand
The blood power water after lights light blood power lights after water

Torah hints at her apparent androgyny

Desert city silver lucifer…
City day star cornucopia…     City blood…     Desert as much as city empty     Come and see the blood in the streets

Pure Spirituality of Torah concerns the Mystery of Christina veiled and unveiled     Dawn Christina baptized legion First Mystery and Last Mystery     Pure spirit phallus flirts fuck fungus nine fires and nine shadows


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Pure spirit transforms

(Anton Webern – Concerto for Nine Instruments.  Webern began attempting to create the melodic equivalent of a SATOR square… The essentially meaningless square arranges all the letters contained in the phrase “[a]lpha pater noster o[mega] in highly palindromic configurations that read both horizontally and vertically)

Palindrome pure spirit arranges Torah vertically and horizontally     

I worry serial several body.  I worry word serial body body symmetrical squares.  I transform my body into Torah magic square and codex hiding many secret names and magical words.  My body burns twelve-tone row transposed to Raining Blood riffs…

Me and [my daughter] were watching Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated and they have the most insane and funny dialogues, says Asia.  Like, there was a town called Gatortown, and Velma is just causally explaining how when the town was founded they were looking for gold, but they found something even better – gators!  But the town fell to ruin when the gator mines dried up.  They look at the rundown town and Velma says “That’s what happens when you rely on a purely gator based economy.”  Then they get back to the Mystery Machine and it won’t start and Shaggy is like “What do you think the problem is” and Fred says matter-of-factly, “Well you see the problem is that there is supposed to be an engine where the hole is,” says Asia.

Ben Adam pure body draw non-euclidean geometry (odd geometry jutting out of my skull and bending into sphere or saddle)

Transform my body drags trash great american bash / great american novel
	Novel vowel howl The Howling
	Gatortown the on the is and toon a problem
My body deep sleep deformed earth

The novel and narrative mock me with the most insane and funny dialogue.  I cannot casually explain plot or narrative because the pure spirit and Typhoon Book obscures my face.  Book obscures her face which mirrors my face invisible / impossible.  Narrative looks down that most for town insane solo.  Pistis Sophia obscures my visions and other blood concerning the dove of and water place.  Magic square rotates my narrative confusion and narrative confusion continues the obscured translation of narrative confusion.  Narrative camouflages itself in the trash layer great american bash.

My body deep sleep forms earth (volcanic deformation / defected ash earth blonde Taryn)
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Pure spirituality of Torah concentrates the mystery of Christina veiled and Christina unveiled     Pure spirit phallus flirts Mystery Machine fuck nine fires and nine shadows     (Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani slash-and-burn lament bass / Christina why have you abandoned me)

Christina why have you abandoned me     Desert doubles triple duo twin triage Eloi Eloi treads / Christina additive desert exiles

But the fire, the water, and the wine have come into existence to purify all the sins of the worlds.  On the other hand, the blood was from me a sign concerning the body of mankind, which I received in the place of the Barbelo, the great of the Invisible God

Christina why have you abandoned me thrashing of mankind and Holy Spirit in the water and the Barbelo
	The blood from the blood
	From the sins there is supposed to be an engine where the hole is
I have wraiths two magic and two fire from two place of two lights and two Treasury two lights

Christina double desert differences phallus fist phallus pelvis     (I have wraiths two rise and two blood from the place of two vampire)

I have brought the water and the fire from the place of lights.  Lights slight from Christina why have you abandoned me.

Pure spirituality of Torah complexity conceals Christina but I discover her through the Mystery Machine