I laid down last night and prepared difference symmetries / different asymmetries     I laid down difference a/symmetries (The weight non-height of if a/symmetries)     I laid down last night non-weight non-height Three Steles of Seth

I do not understand text – this text and any text, but this text especially.  I don’t understand this Book – if I need to understand, necessarily understand last night and this night rotating plain plane a/symmetries.  I don’t understand without-name Three Steles of Seth.  Book continues the indecipherable and fragmentary codex.

Three Steles of Seth     Three tease turangalîla-symphonie secret text syrups     Taryn talk slip parking lot Seth – lattice left loft Seth     Seth materialized in night stones
	(Out of the stone to resit the flood and the other stone to resist conflagration)
Three continues the threat of complete obscurity / obfuscation     Three threatens confusion with fusion un/clearing

Three asymmetries plane opaque claustrophobia (Great is the first aeon, male virginal Barbelo, the first glory of the invisible Father, she who is called “perfect”, three androgynous asymmetries again against with impenetrable)

I object altogether too much over a linear and repeated encounter with in text – rather encounter texts and eat texts and repeat texts many times and allow perpetual repetition (non-repetition).  Repetition thimbles three and three and I exercise purposeful and perpetual repetition.

I laid down late last night non-height hostile to symmetry (night symmetry congruent to day symmetry cuts night across day-night nude darkness.)


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I am not well.  I could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes to cling onto life to reason.  I cannot make you understand.  I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.  I cannot even explain it to myself.
The relief of giving in to destruction – I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

I do not understand the text – Book text there Steles of Seth stringed into lattices.  I do not understand my own melancholy, much less the Book.  I don’t think the authors of the Bible understood what they wrote and what they prophesied and I don’t think anyone really understands.  I share that intense melancholy and anxiety with Franz Kafka and I resist my destruction because so much prophecy remains –even if I no longer have understanding of it.  I prophesy in dark and I laid down in night prophecy: prophecy a/symmetrical in the Barbelo of the Book.
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I laid down last night cut congruent / I laid down first morning belly open     I laid down first morning choir symmetry (choir symmetry dissolute night symmetry)
	Symmetry weights night height her amulets
	Night amulet am anarchic halogen
I laid down last night halo halogen hang halogen taryn a/symmetry (Three Steles of Seth with symmetrical talons)

I am asking myself the question – the forbidden question – do I need to understand my own writing?  I say to Asia.  I don’t understand myself.  What happens if I don’t limit myself to me having to understand it?  Perhaps a self I don’t know.  Or even a self not me, I say.  No, you don’t need to understand it, says Asia.  You contain multitudes, she says.

I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me: I cannot even explain it to myself
I cannot explain I do myself     What I need     Am I happens to asking need of it (Need if it – need question and question all forbidden)  Understand the to I what it…

Three Steles of Seth sword chord repetition     Three night nude night right now     First morning now night signs antisymmetry a/symmetry     Three Taryn detours make hen laid night

(Great is the first aeon: no asking own to Barbelo you the writing     Write Ben Barbelo she who is called Ben male female     I understand the don’t question don’t it)

Three Taryn detours night her has     Has make     Three Steles Seth scrape soft salt repetition     Visions Seth surface teratoma mechanical ventilation vagabond attack Seth…

I laid down an androgynous symmetry and I spiral androgynous math and myth mixes primeval human   (You unborn, from you come the eternal one and eternal realms…)     I laid myself down Benjamin and I rose Ben Adam – an androgynous Child of Humanity and myth original human     I laid down last night downward word human first woman (beware the night and weight night beware)
	Things happen that have never been seen by human beings.  The blood flows like vintage wine.  
	The Werewolf Vs. The Vampire Woman

I laid down last night and I do not understand night.  Not night and night without.  I do not understand and without night.  I or asking the fountain – a forbidden fountain – do I need to understand my own writing?  I don’t understand perkily… What happen if I don’t limit it to me having understand it?  What comes out of it?  (Night.  Woman.  Vampire Woman Visions).  What comes out of it? … No, you don’t need to understand it.  You dorkier multitudes.


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I cannot even explain it to myself

I gaze steady onto equally gazing death     I gaze steady guts interior of the steady-state universe / I gate generations     Gravities eventual heat death of the universe

I would like to experience my own personal heat death of the universe (Day in and day out my patient sleeps not day in and day out Christina not here.  I irritate and agitate agon: I conflict with everyone.  I gaze open death relief of giving in to the destruction.)

I laid down symmetrical night but day in day out night agitates asymmetry

I cut my belly complete horizontal / I cut my body complete vertical up to my eye lids (Difficult Christina absent day in day out.  Unable to describe it in language and I myself do not understand it but its originary woman – traumatic primeval.)
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I laid down last night – which night?  These nights – laid down multiples.  Impossible to understand this night.  But still I laid down last night.