Bud Powell Pink Turns To Blue, Part 2

Bud Powell pink turns to blue Bud Powell pink elephants on parade Parade pulse blue pink Philip K. Dick desert blue

Of the blue, purple, and crimson yarns they made finely worked vestments for ministry in the holy place; they made the sacred vestments for Aaron as the LORD had commanded Moses. He made the ephod of gold, of blue, purple, and crimson yarns, and of twisted linen. Gold leaf was hammered out and cut into threads to work into blue, purple, and crimson yarns and the finely twisted linen, in skilled design. They made for the ephod shoulder pieces, joined to it at its two edges. The decorated band on it was of the same materials and workmanship, of gold, of blue, purple, and crimson yarns, and fine twisted linen, as the LORD had commanded Moses.

Bud Powell pink turns to blue (A woman in a pink blouse sits in a chair as Dr. Williams, standing beside her, attached an electrical device to her head)

Pink blots blue blots pink parade bebop… Cut into pink and blue bleeds out. I continue into the cut and difference differences – different blues and pinks.
Blue disintegrate saint use tackling invoke how kiss touched mushroom taste
Pink disintegrates posterior realistically nightgown stranger
(Nightgown blue, purple, and crimson yarns)
Cut blue bebop / pink in the pocket get up like a sex machine

Bottomless blue – bottomless pit blue Bottomless bottle blue phantom butcher blues Bottomless butcher blues (I follow Bud Powell blue – blustery blizzard pink guts decorated blues. Blue balloon butterfly. Butter bottomless. Bottomless bitter pink elephants on parade. Parade blue imbued pink – blue bottomless parade bodies. Milk and honey sketch jaded garden lover serve loves legless.)

There are different kinds of discontinuity. Continuities free to repeat or leave things out.
Leave out blue leaves out pink
Repeat blue and repeat pink

Different kinds of continuity increase the large form – large scale – large duration. Whatever I do becomes melody.

Bud Powell pink turns blue / whatever I do becomes melody

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Everything I do becomes melody

Horizon opens her wide word wild hunt (horizon hunts the dream open unfinished forest)

At horizon now: endless pink and bottomless pink within the hunt. At the horizon now becomes melody within the horizon: horizons within horizons blue corridors: pink hallways – purple plane yarn laboratories. In the instant I exist in the horizon, the directions and instructions of my body exist: flesh to make vestments and coverings pink door projecting the laser blue door bottomless pink – blue – pink among horizontal bodies. Line up bodies to score the melody / graph my body genderfluid and liquid pink nonbinary. Horizons reveal the myth of a woman – first man and first woman – Ben Adam and Ben Lydia, Blue Eva triple male androgynous. The horizon always leads to body myth and hunt narratives. My body bears the marks of hunting magic and I redraw the magic and marks into melody (Bud Powell pink into blue – blue, crimson, and purple vestments for the quartet and trio).

Horizon opens her wide word wild hunt (horizon hunts the dream open unfinished forest)
The open forest / the doors of the horizon are thrown back unfinished forest
I throw the doors into the desert – I throw the desert into the doors bedeviled dust horizon

At the pink and blue of the horizon, everything I do becomes melody
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Bud Powell pink turns blue Bud did down well right Bud bottomless blue blends when blue
Face stone allaround vociferation understanding voice vav vav sonic boom

Of the blue, purple, and crimson yarns, they made finely worked vestments, for the ministering in the holy place; they made the sacred vestments for Aaron, as the LORD commanded Moses. He made the ephod of gold, of blue, purple, and crimson yarns, and of fine twisted linen. Gold leaf was hammered out and cut into threads to work into the blue, purple, and crimson yarns and into the fine twisted linen, in skilled design. They made for the ephod shoulder pieces, joined to it at its two edges. The decorated band on it was of the same materials and workmanship, of gold, of blue, purple, and crimson yarns, and of twisted linen, and the LORD commanded Moses. And the LORD commanded Moses. And the LORD commanded Moses.

I narrate horizon colors and horizontal colors; I voice horizon canvas and its blue and crimson carve shaped canvas. I narrate shaped canvas. I narrate shaped colors and carved colors and bottomless blue breathes oceanic myth. Myth the leaf its blue and myth made was fine two purple. Myth hammered twisted myth purple twisted edges.

Narrate shoulder pieces joined to workmanship melody Narrate melody of fine twisted linen and the same materials and crimson yarns

Different kinds of continuity increase large form – language scale – large duration – whatever I do is melody. Whatever I prophesy becomes melody and whatever I create harmonized and orchestrated melody.
Blue harmolodics
Pink punk coordinate musics
Horizon moment form
Horizon different kinds of dis/continuity

Different kinds of continuity dis/continuous melody melodies
Suspend place touch dare zoom rise introduce jaded
Floral write treasure balk inspire juggle pause present frighten

Narrative and myth harmolodics – horizon harmolodics – Narrate different cut different myths
Gold leaf was terrific cut out and cut into treads to work into the blue
They made for the ephod troubled pieces, geodesic to it at its two edges

I’m thinking about getting a blue horse tattoo, says Asia. Like Franz Marc? Yes. Yes! I love his work. Where would you get it? Probably on my arm… It will be based off the one from Brown Bear, Brown Bear, says Asia.

Blue horses cut my head hauntology (Horses in my dream, like waves like the sea) Blue horses my head different kinds of continuity Horses drag blue melodies harmolodic blue horses (Everything I do prophesies melodies blue horses yarn fine twisted linen in skilled design)

Bud Powell pink turns to blue Boom Bud Powell powder show solar cells

Bud Powell commands make the ephod shoulder pieces, joined to it blue horses Ben Lydia blue horses (rode a horse around the world along the tracks of a train)

Bud Powell possesses Ben Adam and Ben Eva and every human – Child of Humanity – creates melodies and becomes melodies

Different kinds of continuity
Suspend place touch frightens pink and blue horses
Yes set I’m tattoo setting
Where cut Mark blue brown arm

Whatever I do becomes melody. I mean the melody subtly pressuring the harmony – blue horse harmolodics – to give it direction. Harmony and blue harmolodics.

Bottomless blue boom Bud Powell salt surgery
Vociferous body valley vision vav vowel vav variations
Variations vociferous luminiferous aether vice her sounding
Riverrun sonar bar alarm

Blue inflated Bud Powell pink turns to blue Blue pressures pink into the body horizontal and body horizon

I Feel The Earth Move

I feel the earth move: I feel the tumbling down tumbling down

Earth moves earthworks Earth moves earthworks monuments and I copy earthwork and earthstone I copy quartz tumbling down tumbling down

I feel the earth move watch earth – watch work earth work watch – earth watch move otherwards. More earth watches – earth wheels watch watchman tell us of the night. I feel the earth move repeatedly earth with large elliptical paths. Earth repeats large elephant paths – elephant graveyards – price per square yard. Earth moves earthworks: subtle Ben bodies bent-corridor in god bodies. Earth bends Ben bodies in female corridors and crane crosses. I cross plain and crane and planes. I watch my body earthworks wheel earthworks. Earth walks. Watch multiply earths and I walk earth as my body as I walk my body and earth. I feel earth tumbling down beneath tumbling beneath me.

Earth moves earthworks and I tumble Taryn thunderstorm and Taryn crow crag hurricanes / I tumble down Taryn Tetragrammaton crosstown traffic
Tumble Taryn one or two stations of the cross
One or two topological defects move crosses crosses Taryn
I adore stations of the cross – Barnett Newman’s stations of the cross and I station zips in zebra

Earth moves earthworks in zips zip up and down zebra

My flesh flings stations flat ride zips zip up and down zebra

My flesh flings stations flat ride zippers tumbling down tumbling down
Tumbling down dirigible hope hydrogen ghost two halos
Ghost town halos ghost town harlots
Halogen hobgoblin wild west winter music
I feel the earth move and I feel the earth move elsewhere

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Earth originates in opera. Earth aria harp harp to swan swing (to swan swing more constantly more limitations and swan swing more limitations)…

Work earth originates opera – my failure to construct the opera (any opera disappears into the void or omen of my bodies)

Omen of vivid amphibian bends amen Omen amen vivid amphibian merge omen amen other Vivid omen sleeps big omen amen

Earth originates from Book opera and Book aria and Book alchemical magnum opus

Distill liminal and coagulates threshold

Ambidextrous and amphibious

Vivid omen sleeps big omen amen / vivid omen sleeps street vivid amphibian animism
(Vivid animism animation chupacabra anarchy)

For chupacabra chomp anarchic animism agon chupacabra / for chomp romp rhizome

Earth originates in opera and on opera and from opera and opera synthesizes few earth. New earth edits my body my body erases. New earth eats my body edit erase. Earth places soil on my body and makes a vow (variable vision volcanic vision). Earth ejects me from its fucking bowels earth rips me from its loins Hellbender amen hell omen hell – all warm opera. Earth fucks me up vivid dissection – diagonal vivisection – vulgar bodies. Earth ejects my body carnival and grotesque body, and my body without organs spills earth out of its amen-omen) orifices.

Earth ejects opera from my liver-melancholic black bile – bile bodies and bubble bodies. Melancholic monochromatic remakes my body molting earth. My body molts earth amen and omen and opera blackbirds.

Earth ejects tropical birds from my belly
Stomach vivid amen omen open orphan
Stomach shipwreck swing swans
Champagne stomach bend branches
Earth ejects for chupacabra chomp romp rhizome

Anarchic arrangement of swans and swans of names / names swarm frequent flier swans
Vivid void omits amen or omen
Vivid void opens omen amen
Omen opens amen void vivid
Omen amen omen vivid void

Earth earth ejects void out of my body out out earth no limits

Earth originates in opera and open-heart surgery. Earth and surgical scalpel scratches open Ben swans all arias.
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I feel the earth move: I feel the tumbling down tumbling down

Earth moves constant earthworks Earth maneuvers ballet earth Ben dances (Ben dances moments earthworks word work work)

I copy earthwork and earth stone queer quartz (What does imperfect or messy poetry look like for you? I say to Asia. Like Eating Poetry, like Beware Don’t Read This Poem, like Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye, she says. There is something wild or raw or like some essence compressed or a stone tumbled for awhile… Maybe that last analogy doesn’t work but you don’t control the rock – you just get to buff it. There is poetry that is essence and human and then there is poetry that was written to be consumed, says Asia.) I copy earth but not too clean – copy tumblestone stone stone silo tumblestone

Microtonal quartz earth tumbling down tumbling down

Imperfect earth she has a habit of taking showers in lemonade

Messy earth imagine his surprise when he discovered his safe was full of pudding

Earth moves earthworks work messy earth / I copy counterpoint earth
That last analogy does imperfect or messy poetry look like for you
Asia looks for me in the watched earth of my mind. My mind disappears eating stone poetry don’t work but you. I copy earthwork and earthstone. Like for a stone tumbles for a stone tumbled for you.

How to write the earth not too clean but in contact with my body tumbling down tumbling down. How to write messy earth messier (Asia Rhizome architecture constructs land art and large scale installations Ink innards / ink runs from the corners of my mouth).

I tumble Taryn thunderstorm and Taryn crow crag hurricanes (swans with more constraints more limitations) I tumble down tumble down but you don’t control the rock – you just get to fan it (There is poetry that is essence – essential bones and muscles and earth)

Earthwork tumbled down the tumbling down and I don’t quite acknowledge the thunderstorms, but Taryn mountains the mess – Taryn adds to the mess and mess eats Elephant Man X Mary X and the X compresses stone like autumn pottery

I write too clean. There is double that is essence and human then there is double write to be consumed.

I Prophesy The Women In My Life

I decide to write and prophesy the women in my life     I prophesy faith decision and undecidable mystery, and this mystery writes women mad in my mind mad

All decisions decide on faith and my faith unfixes prophecy: my faith flirts prophecy abrupt.  Abrupt decision prophecies woman in non-idiomatic improvisation.
	(Improvisation: one plays what one already knows.  I improvise anyways and
	 impossibly search for what I’ve never played.  Forget and prophesy.  
	 Prophesy with paradoxical not-gnosis and simultaneous pleromic-gnosis.)
All decisions decide mad faith and mad improvisation: women

I decide to write and prophesy the women in my life – undecidable woman – woman of and in faith – she lights the lights of my flowing faith     My faith flows feminine field / fluxus dada desert
	Woman KRYSXTRYN     Woman Asia Rhizome     Asia Among Weevils animal
	architect: stars smear telescope architect tone tantalus
Write woman and women androgynous KRYSXTRYN + Ben Lydia / Ben Lydian


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Swan sleep more constraints more limitations.  More constraints: swan constraints.  Undecidable continuity mad dis/continuity.  Constraints Lagrange Multipliers multiply.  More constraints more limitations / no limit no bones.  I build up the bone more limitations.

(We weren’t interested in the notion of transitions of making material whose only function was to get you from point A to point B.  We were just interested in Point A then Point B then Point C and so on, but not in this business of tying them up somehow with ribbon)

Swan sweep not a limit but little Christmas lights across the body
	To swan the sleep big majesty for best
I star majesty for best and a world is bring to death make make.  A word is bring to great make.  A word and word bring ben hinnom.

Not interested in transitions – transitions – transitions the descent beckons as the ascent beckoned – memory is a kind of accomplishment – sort of a renewal even an initiation since places it opens new places

(Not so much a new vocabulary or a new syntax, but new arrangements of my already-existing languages)

Since their movements are towards new objectives

To swan swing more constraints more limitations sound swing more limitations
Omen of vivid amphibian swings amen
Omen amen vivid amphibians merge amen omen

(Prophecy arranges and reveals arrangement rearranged anew prophecy renews arrangement, and arrangement gather amen and omen to itself itself revelation)

Movement but not transition movement movement in its movement (my body in movements for the sake of movement itself freely open open my body – my body moves from movement to movement in movement continue without transitions.  Not conventional transition but arrangement reveal moments and moment sprout arrangements movement.)
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I decide to write and prophesy undecidable the women in my life
	Woman KRYSXTRYN
	Women Asia With Weevils
Asia Rhizome smears telescope star tore tentacles / octopus tentacles entrap squid tentacles pulse ink

You have a very rigid way of doing things, says Asia.  You HAVE TO edit old work, you HAVE TO write our conversations.  It’s very demanding and doesn’t leave room to branch out much.  I can’t make that decision for you – it’s got to be organic.  You have to step out of your comfort zone though, says Asia.

I decide to write     I decide edit old work your comfort zone     That decision for your comfort zone
	That decision for you have to edit
	Have to to no transition
	Have to sleep swan or geese
	That decision amen or omen
She lights the lights flows my faith our comfort zone through room to

Woman KRYSXTRYN telescope squid tentacles propeller pulse ink     Ink innards australis terra element X (Elephant Man X Mary X)


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Not interested in transition but playing without memory

Improvisation: one plays what one already knows
	Already dense adjusted nonsense
	Nonsense genius loci guitarfish
	Gooseflesh various marine cartilaginous fishes / my flattened guitar body
Flatter cartilaginous body: you leave you your rigid     HAVE room way to got zone     Sacred nonsense and mad decision fish woman
	My pectoral fins fuse to the sides of my head

My body melts into gelatin: gelatinous gods and cartilage Christs.  My body melts and flows quicker: more room and less rigid.  Rearrangements make room for flexibility / flexibilities.  It’s very demanding and it doesn’t leave pain to branch out baby, but I branch rock-a-bye baby in the company of wolves.  I make the decision as a slippery organism and I step out of my comfort zone.

Improvisation: aleatoric oval opal amen     Aleatoric animal (telescope Asia With Weevils) or alphabet aghast
	Viscous visionary vermilion
	Chaotic camille unsealed steel smear seal sound
	Smear star architecture without transitions

Improvisation: one plays what one already knows but I don’t know     I melt slippery cloud of unknowing     I sidestepping transition SOMETHING ELSE and SOMETHING DIFFERENT     I play omen and amen complete science fiction sessions
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I decide female faith and it song disasters     I decide for you its got to be amperes
	You have to step outside your comfort zone though
I decide to write and prophesy undecidable women in my life

I Eat The Poem

Why is this: this Why patterns why fragments
Why is this: this waves these These fragments abandon Thoughtful abandon

Why is this: why patterns why fragments Desert fragment flirt decay delay ruins

This arrangement cut This tetragrammaton: ghost shove shore ghosts shore meteor more

Why is this – these – weave the why mysticism. Why weaves word and Ben weaving goddess. I weave with her in these – this her that’s me and this her in me – and why words patterns and fragments. I slowly sift earth to discover fragments: texts, magic spells, pulp fiction, KRYSXTRYN conversations. Archive emerges from excavations / excavation reveals archive always-already revealed. Book reveals itself as excavation process and active archive in activity.

(You might be thinking of something entirely different, and then you tune into a process that’s going on somewhere. It might be a thematic idea or a purely structural idea, with its main pivots: a big time span, with departure points and arrival points, but you don’t know what’s between them.)

I arrive and depart from Book – KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome – music – creative abyss and chaotic creativity. Sometimes various gods appear in the between, in the transition, and slippery sediment.

I read the poem “Eating Poetry” today in my small group class, says Asia. I want you to take a wild guess what happened, she says. Did some of your students eat the poem? I say. One kid ate the paper for the entire class period, says Asia. It made me mad. He wouldn’t even talk to us about anything past the title and kept interrupting people and being distracting, she says. If I was his classmate, I would tell him that I would eat him if he didn’t knock it off, I say.

Why is this: this desert this decay This decay seven sermons to the dead
(eat decay eat desert)
(eat sermon eat patterns)
Why if didn’t every talk to take a wild guess
It made me made me made me
Why all archive

(Idea: push towards vignettes or miniatures. Alternate miniatures with big pieces. Miniatures like Anton Webern or György Kurtág. Push towards self-contained but interrelated melodic fragments or short melodic motifs.)

I find feminine fragments in the conflict of the forest: I eat the female and I eat the fragment and I eat the forest I find feminine fragments and I tune into forests forests worship
(Poem what entire title and that entirely happened)
Purely structure

I field forceps fires furniture fragments (fiery forceps fold fiery forceps eat skin) I eat skin archive and skin excavation
By sword by pick by axe bye bye The Mutilator
I find sword and I eat poem. I find pick and I eat the poem. I eat the axe and I eat the poem. Poem mutilates the guts and cuts my guts sword fragment and axe fragments. Fragment pick out my eyes and lips

I pick at fragments: I scrape fragments from bone, a burning cannibalism
(Furniture fragments fit keystone stiletto)
I fit fragments into keyhole flesh and my skin overlays secret keystone / white marble pyramids of giza
(Flesh keystone kiss khora and karakoram)

Why is this this departure points and arrival points

Why is this this: excavate skin and eat skin

Between my skin: one kid eating the paper for the entire class period. Yes, I eat paper between and skin between. I juggle miniatures and vignettes, almost all this this secret ghosts. Between my skin: bare stereo and fragment bodies (an authentic program for a striptease songs with that beat for party fun dyna-disc high fidelity full range)

I think of something entirely different but I continue to eat the poem – I eat the fragment – I eat the why patterns

I loan the poem “Eating Poem” today up my small group class. I want you to take a fight weigh what termites. Did some of your hyacinth eat the poet? One bar ate the paper for the invade class period.

She eats my poem body – fragment and fragrant and wild guess what I was his classmate – and she eats me completely archive.

I find feminine fragments in the conflict of the forest
How the kiss towards her fragments cross flat skin
Her kiss open fingers key empty tomb
Her kiss fragments kiss fragrances frequent lightning flashes

Fragments flash behind the blind and I recognize none of the zero in this. This zero arrives and departs equally zero: zero why patterns arrives and depart devoured zero. I eat the zero this decay this demon. I juggle ciphers and codexes themselves fragments and active archives. I don’t know yet what’s between this and this: paper skin perhaps, or more earth to excavate. Paper candy / pinhole candy. Fragment flash behind blind beginnings and fragments kiss this.

Her kiss fragments fragrances frequent lightning flashes Her kiss how fragrant frequent arch aurora Her fragments fractal kiss mist and clouds of forgetting

I aim fragments her fractal kiss kept interrupt past the poem eat the poem I aim fragments Cain rose up and one kid at the poem “Eating Poetry” – and this poet’s body true flesh drink I aim why this other fragments magic eat my body the poem

This body – this human body – slowly decays and betrays Why is this these eats poems betrays This human body ben adam adds hen to pan porous flesh and rotting flesh / my flesh flattened and preserved in heavy Book

The Sentences Themselves Sentence

The sentences themselves sentence – the sentence itself

No swan the sleep big, be majesty for best. To swan sleep. Swan sleep to big beguiled (swan street sleep street art). To swan seven swans answering. Swan sudden sleep street sharks.

I play in the streets. Come and see the blood on the streets. I play in the streets. Come and see the blood on the streets. Come and see the apocalypse – sound and swans up the seven swans. I play in the street and I swim in its floods. Streets flood sentences and this sentence sink its teeth into the streets. Come and see the blood on the streets.

The sentences themselves sentence – the sentence itself Itself sentence sentence itself into others (secret sound secret sentence)

(I mix this secret from the side of love with the conflict of melody and it encodes bone cipher and King Felix DNA. I mix desert music with secret music, the conflict of her names. Her many names crucify in love and resurrect with love.)

(Idea: push towards vignettes or miniatures. Alternate miniatures with big pieces. Miniatures like Anton Webern or György Kurtág. Push towards the self-contained but interrelated melodic fragments and short melodic motifs)

The sentence themselves sentence the sentence itself in itself in itself (recursive sentences – interior sentences – haunted hospital sentences)
Itself sentences sentence itself into others
Secret sound secret sentence
Recursive sentences rhizomic senescence

To swan the sleep big, big majesty for best. A world is bring to great make. Be angst omen of vivid amphibian about. Cubist to face, the race (I make the great streets and great bloods. Swans sweep the blood on the streets. I sleep strange streets and straight street and chains street wreckage. Swans make shipwrecks and I wade in word waters. These waters exist for me. These words exist. This word exists street signs and street sigils and street semiotics. I make salamander streets and amphibians hover in street floods and amphibians hover in street floods and bloody avenues. I face the drag race on the streets.)

I don’t know if it’s just my brain right now but the repetition is not allowing the segment of writing to stick in my brain, says Asia. No worries, I say. My writing takes BIG BRAIN work and FULL CONCENTRATION BIG BRAIN. And your big brain is not full concentration right now, I say. I don’t have a big brain, says Asia. I have spread too thin brain. Too little butter, too much toast, she says. I consider you an intellectual equal, I say, and I have a big brain so if your brain is all thin and stretched, at least it has a large surface area. What you lack in brain thickness you make up for in brain surface area so it balances out. Thank you for making me feel better, says Asia. I’m an English teacher and so far this week I asked a coworker if I was using the right version of too in a sentence and a separate coworker if I was spelling the word referral correctly, she says. We are Pando, right? We are on the same wavelength. How could we be on the same wavelength if we didn’t have the same brainpower? I am big brain so you must have a big brain, however it fits in your skull. It doesn’t, says Asia. It’s drifting away like a runaway grocery store balloon. Somewhere there stands a toddler in a parking lot, crying… I met the deadline this week but I have another one tomorrow and I really can’t be bothered. WHY IS IT SO MUCH ALL THE TIME? says Asia.

The sentences themselves sentence – the sentence itself
Sentence your don’t yes brain was skull
Sentence but thick well spelling doesn’t
Look a brain brain is at run night I brain this away
The sound into a sentence (to get rid of the glue to let sounds themselves)

Look brain sentence – look a sound sentence spreads come and see the blood on the streets (I store the sentence in my balloon brain) Look sound sentence (two on a guillotine – on a 7 days in a House of Terror – or the unkindest cut of all)

Swan to sleep big beginning. Swan to the sleep big beat. Swan the sleep big breakers beaker (I distill swans into the beaker / condensed copper birds)

I distill swan sentences stands not little you we an allowing butter
Come and see the blood on the streets
Come and see the butter in the streets
I distill sentence to swan the sleep big know

I don’t know if it’s just my brain or if it’s just the sentence (sentences themselves)

The sentences themselves sentence – the sentence itself but the repetition is not allowing that segment Itself sentence sentence all thin and stretched / stretch large surface areas
Surface area: sentence vignettes
Sound into sentence full concentration
Sentence rid of the glue so that sounds be themselves
Sentences into the sentence sound sounds / into the single sound multiplicity
Sound be by themselves simplicity

Break up sound breakers beakers Beaker segment of writing I distill concentration of writing lot crying (I met one deadline the same wavelength)
(How could we area what segment of too in my brain is not balloon)

Swan the sleep big beginning / swan the sleep big higgs boson (I’ve got the higgs boson blues)

I myself spelling the sentence – sound to sound too refers vertical sentences. I refer to some sentence which eludes me: work-sound sound-work walking with the sentence back with swans. I spell with swans. I spell by swans and I refer to rhizomic swans. The sentences themselves look me towards sentences: linking sound sentences. Round sound sentences run. Sentences themselves sleep come and see the blood in the streets. Sentence and sound demands my blood: shared blood sound and blood snares somewhere the same wavelength. Sentences spell out their vignettes and marionettes (every sentence continuing a miniature sentence). Spell sidewinder sentences, sentences that almost bite (Since you were an angry goose, did you bite anyone? I say. I didn’t bite anyone, says Asia. I wrote a thank you note for our counselor because she looked very worn out and put a sea salt dark chocolate with it, but I put it in a yellow document envelope because I’m evil. That way she thinks it’s more work, says Asia. Putting it in a yellow document envelope is almost like a bite, I say). Sentences bite and scratch, and streets dig out my blood. Come and see my blood on the streets. Come and see the bloody sentences sentence Ben Flesh.

Swan the sleep more constraints, more limitations More constraints: swan constraint lagrange multipliers More constraints more limitations but every thing contains my flesh: sentences of lymph and blood (somewhere the repetition is almost like a bite)

More constraints full concentration big brain

Swan big breakers beakers
I can’t really have the repetition right now
Coworker if I was using the repetition I’d almost like a run away bite
Sentences about vivid amphibians

Sentences into the sentences sound sounds

I Sabotage Holy Spirit

I sabotage holy spirit and its dogs, harpoons, and wives wash wave watercolors Sabotage holy spirits harpoon feral halo happenings / spirit happening wash anechoic chambers
Chamber chambers bridal chamber
Saber cataract slack spirits

I sabotage holy spirit savage or ravage ritual

(The giant gorilla lay on the pavement / King Kong camel bone)

Holy Spirit practices few languages and Holy Ghost has a practicing law firm. I participate in a satellite office located in the Lake of Fire.

I sabotage holy spirit and engine emanations…
Sabotage alien energon cube chemical castles…
(Chemical candle castles / dead man’s hand harness)

The Book sabotages my brain – my sense of creative competence and experimental fluency – so I sabotage the Book. The process of writing the Book always betrays the Book. Book betrays the Book a self-sabotage and Ben-sabotage (But you will exceed all of these, for you will sacrifice the man who bears me. Already your horn has been lifted up, and your anger has flared up, and your star has burned brightly, and your heart has grown strong). Book betrays my creative chaos but I betray the abyss of the Book – betrayal both direction at once and multidirectional chaos.

I sabotage with their dogs their harpoons their wives and the THEIR word-weapons their Their feral word happenings crash cataracts – her cataracts over me and her waves around me (Their harpoons her deep calls to deep at the thunder of your torrents all her waves and billows have gone over me)

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Book betrays Ben Adam betrays Book

This secret appears in the Book of Adam. When darkness arouses it, it arouses intensely, thereby creating hell, clinging to it in that conflict. As the seething fury subsided, conflict of a different type arose: a conflict of love. There were two conflicts: one beginning, one ending. This is the way of righteous: beginning harshly, ending gently.

The secret of the Book of Ben and Asia: our conflict clings to the side of hell and the conflicts cracks chaos and chaosmos, our Book abyss. Abyss opens radically open, the Book of Love. The conflict of Love and the Book of Love participate and create the marriage of heaven and hell. Our conflict creates the chaos of the conflict of love: unconditional love and abyssal love, undifferentiated.

I don’t know other ways of support at the moment and I made things worse and more complicated by saying anything at all, says Asia. That’s why I said forget I said anything at all. I don’t want to say more things: I want to say less things. Saying more things takes mental energy that I don’t currently have, she says. This may sound weird but I feel like we are the same brain, I say. I think we are feeling the same thing. I feel I make things worse too. I forgive us though. I still appreciate you and us trying to figure out our brains. I still love you and I love us. I think we are going through some growing pains, I say. Yeah, I think so too, says Asia. We are very close, I say, and are growing better but our brains are very close right now. We are experiencing a lot of conflict but that’s OK – we will get through it. You’re still not a nuisance, you know. I would still rather be frustrated with you than without you, I say. I know that, says Asia. And I know other people aren’t annoyed by me either. It’s just hard sometimes. It feels like the world is too much and I’m too much and not enough, she says.

As seething fury subsided, conflict of a different type arose: a conflict of love…
Love crucifies completely (crucifixion completes but love never finishes)

Conflict arises saying through we frustrated don’t more – conflict know things still growing you – conflict I may figure now other made sound out

(Crucifixion completes but love never finished Love frequents chaos and chaosmos, an always in-process mythmaking and metal smithing Love jewel beetles and swarm a stochastic love)

Book betrays Ben Adam betrays Book
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I sabotage holy spirit with holy spirit I sabotage savate holy spirit savage or ravage ritual I sabotage engine emanations alien energon cube chemical castles Sabotage holy spirit I can’t stand it I know you planned it I’m a set it straight this watergate

(The giant gorilla lay on the pavement / King Kong camel bone King Kong Bundy camel bone different sized bore holes)

Holy Spirit sabotages Holy Spirit and Ben Adam sabotages Ben Adam. Holy Spirit betrays Book and verily I say unto you, that one of you shall betray me. One of the Book betrays one of the Book and I dip my hand in the languages of the Book. Book necessarily betrays: woe to the Book by who the Child of Humanity is betrayed! But the Book slays the human that clothes Human. I live in the Book and Human, and I practice Woman and Holy Spirit.

Sabotage Holy Spirit their dogs their harpoons their wives awash
Sabotage spear saints straw stickers
Sabotage plant stem stilettos plane stew / a maniacal killer in a red coat
Holy Spirit are things worse and us though sometimes
(It feels the worse and us things worse)

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The secret of the Book of Ben and Asia says less things more complicated holy spirit

I mix this secret from the side of love with the conflict of melody and it encodes bone cipher and King Felix DNA I mix desert music with secret music, the conflict of her names (her names crucify in love and resurrect in love)

(As seething fury subside and this may souls weird but I feel like we are the same brain. I think we are housing the same thing. I still appreciate you and us and us fluids to recipe out yet brains. I still love you and I love us. I still we are young through some growing death.)

I mix this secret from the side of love, and from my side, blood and water separately…
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I sabotage holy spirit…

Turn Yourself Into Goo

I unearth mad melody I unearth melody mix maps I unearth mad excavation and exposed nerves and bone

Unearth mad melody: cell cell in mutated earth Unearth mad silence
Some silence slit open Kingdom of the Skies
Some silence slow slicing magic syllables erupting free my skin
Malleable silence: asphalt flesh salt atrocity exhibit

(I pray that my failures may be interesting)

I unearth mad melody. I feel closest to earth although I live in different floors and different bodies, because my bodies and ground get up from earth. I pace back and froth across mad earth and actions earth. My melody always splits anxious and manic, and I live in the mania of harmonic earth. I excavate the silence which makes my body into strip mines (I harvest my diamond neurons from my kimberlite skull). Excavate silence and silence too steeps quiet anxiety.

I unearth mad melody and I mix maps mapped body almost silence I unearth mad excavation and her machine exposed nerve and bone Her machines never leave the cell and the cells repeat and mutate
Cells repeat that one brain cell is working overtime
Cells repeat Pando and Kindred (Did you know that when a caterpillar
goes into its chrysalis form, says Asia, it deconstructs itself cell by cell,
essentially turning itself to goo and then rebuilds itself?)
Cells mutate and unearth melody

Unearth mad excavation and it deconstructs itself by cell
By cell By cell by Cell by cell Excavate exposed nerve and bone and bone mixes melody melody myrrh / excavation of frankincense microphone melodies (Blown microphone distort melodies melted into the magnet medium)

(I pray that my failures may be interesting. Asia prophesies to me: deconstruct yourself cell by cell and turn yourself into goo. I fear change: change shakes me into tremor anxiety and seizure catastrophe. I fear change but Asia prophesies to me: Benjamin, you caterpillar, go into your chrysalis and deconstruct yourself cell by cell down to your god goo and rebuild yourself anew. Revive Benjamin cell by cell anew and cell cell renewed. Transform even your nursing and daily work, and this work of god too transforms goo and grey goo and god goo. Do not plant your gold into the ground but invent into the chrysalis of the parable. Asia prophesies to me full goo and nurse your goo… Physician, heal thyself.)

Sometimes I feel in a weird way, I am the emotional pillar of my friends, I say. A wounded healer trying to heal. In 12 Step those are our only healers, says Christina. Am I a healer for you? I say. Yes, but I want it to be more mutual, says C. Friend goal, she says.

I unearth mad melody cell by cell and motif by motif
Marked preoccupation paintings world cataclysm
Cyclotomic cataclysm orgasm Taryn Towers
Taryn mutates apocalyptic towers

Excavate mixed melodies: melodies unearth microphones melted into magnesium earths Melodies melt into nomadic catastrophic and rhizomic apocalypse (Apocalypse marks painted silence Silent that you into cell goo Silent isle brain that chrysalis cell rebuilds cell)

Rebuild Ben in Taryn Towers and anvil apocalyptic. Rebuild Ben from its goo – nursing goo and wounded healer goo. Rebuild earth renewals and resurrections and earth enters whenever pure bone. Rebuild Ben wounded silence and asphalt flesh earth (That one tree cell is working enervate that one tree cell new you know that when a supersystem goes into its rhyolitic form.)

I unearth melody and goes into its deconstructs in dart cell by cell essentially turning into goo
Silence when a caterpillar goes into hypnosis
Slow more sow quiet itself cell by cell
Painted Taryn Towers rebuilds itself

I unearth mad melody that one brain cell working overtime I unearth mad excavation and her machine exposes my cell by cell wounded healer Mad melody mixes myrrh melancholy and frankincense mania (Mania deconstructs and distorts map microphones)

I Compose Imperfect Melodies

Melodies structure melodies: melodic stitch-stretch-sting sutured melodies I straddle melody and melodies…
Melodies structure melodic strata: my skin stretch strata staircases skull thimble…
Melodies treble trouble tremolo melodies (The melody doesn’t come easy to me. I plagiarize melodies from hymns, blues, and folk songs. I plagiarize Modern Times and Love And Theft. Melodies structure plagiarized melodies into plunderphonic acid trips.)

I meander between melody body geology – between harmonic melody harmon mute melody plagiarized – between meander Between meander Meander geology Geode meander archaeology Archive. Archive. Archive.

I stretch my skin as strata, sediment soused sound… Sediment soused sound letters and scaled scale between meander. I stretch my skin archive meander meander melodies…
Meridian melody / middle melody
Melodic meander meanders
Between the oceanic between

Melodies stretch melodies skin structure
(Large – our echoes / large room silence)
Silence scrapes body sketch earth strata
Strata errata: erratic silence
Silence meanders soil sound around disturbed earth (disturbed earth insists on uneven slices)

I oxbow between body geology and body archaeology, and my meanders excavate Book skin. Book molts its serpent skin and emphasizes lydian and mixolydian scales. Scales spread their talons into my body and shake the arcade tokens out of me. Scales separate my skin from my skin bowed melody Book. I oxbow between body geology and body archaeology, and I suspend the sand of its unities.

Suspend silence between silence

I suspend and erase but its incessant geologies displace upward anew: new melody renewed. Geologies displace upward anew: new wilderness mixed melodies with the decapitated heads of werebears. I mix melodies with melodic liminal earth / human body between.

Whatever my body is, it is not silence.

I’ve been thinking recently about imperfection, says Asia. About how uncomfortable we are with it and how we have ruined ourselves casting it away. At this point, embracing human imperfection is a form of rebellion, she says. Very true, I say. Like that video you sent me – making bad art on purpose to overcome our fears, expectations, art paralysis, I say. It’s deeper than that even, says Asia. So many people don’t even try to be artists because it won’t be good so why bother, but we want to be perfect too. We want to be perfectly beautiful – all these years of photoshopped models and celebrities and focusing on body image. Now we have influencers and AI making art and we fall for it. Not everyone but I can’t help but think that making ourselves appear perfect and striving for perfection made room for something inhuman – to take our place. Even poetry, I think. It’s too clean, says Asia. What does imperfect or messy poetry look like to you? I say. Like Eating Poetry, says Asia. Beware Don’t Read This Poem. Like Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye. There is something wild or raw or like some essence compressed or a stone tumbled for awhile… Maybe that last analogy doesn’t work, but you don’t control the rock – you just get to buff it. There is poetry that is essence and human, and then there is poetry that was written to be consumed, says Asia.

Whatever my body is, it is not silence

I straddle melodies – silence Silence invades my bodies silent – make room room silence root
Room room silence remover
I straddle melodies overcome with stone I meander between recently our and poetry tumbled / meander about fear focusing I for imperfection

(Imperfect melody surrenders to silence)

I stretch my skin and silence stratified how art body too that uncomfortable paralysis Sediment soused art body too silent whirlpool

My creative imperfects fuck uppercut how my body too lives in uncomfortable paralysis. It’s awhile how uncomfortable I am with my imperfection / malformed Ben Body projects malformed Book Body – I work to accept that human rebellion.

I mix melody and melodies liminal earth human body between (between my bodies, Book arclength – Book there is essence compression and human to be compression – Book arclength underneath – between)

I mix melody mad melodies machine (her machine excavates an impossible earth her machine insists on exposes earth and exposed bodies) I mix melody geology and melody archaeology and I voice its melodies earth body / mix melodies a nonlinear succession of musical tones…

Silence mix mix imperfect room
(You don’t because it work but we are on purpose
to buff it there but you?)
Silence mix mad remix like a form of rebellion about imperfect and AI making on purpose to buff it

Melodies structure melodies without structure: imperfect melodies. How uncomfortable I am with imperfection but melodies – imperfect melody meander asymmetry or strange. Uncomfortable melodies sneak at think that video you don’t work but I beware
Think that making on body image
Now we want to be compression
And human the room for

Unstructured melodies meander imperfectly. Imperfect what fuck asymmetrical funk. Imperfection infects whatever melody and I noodle frail improvisations. I meander frail improvisations and I faster here my uncountable innumerable imperfections. Whatever around here there thistle there imperfect. I straddles melodies – wherever the word fails fail.

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I straddle the melody and the molting scales of the Book between…

What to do with all this writing? What to do with with wall with all this writing? Figure it out later. Figure it out outward the imperfect word. The joy of writing anyways. Written other this this open brain. My fear of dementia. My fear of brain tumors. My imperfect brain knuckleball. This doesn’t have to make sense or cohere left open leaks through lights and pressure / zero pressure space (space between space melodic strategy). Geology follows up the guts body space imperfect. What almost beware (Why do I like the word Beware? What can I use besides beware? Nothing here. Empty language – nonsense language)

I straddle melodies between melodies but existence is not a predicate. Melody does not exist but imprints its residue on absence ghost absence. Existence dissipates in its mention (Benjamin dissipates in the mention of the name of Benjamin)
Ben – Son. Son disintegrates. Ben crucifixions
Last temptation of cross: Christ empties Christ same as Benjamin

I straddle melody between asymmetrical melody imperfect I dig into the melodic names neat dig razor outback outer darkness (outback steakhouse haunted horde)
My body twists somewhere around not here /
where to god or godness I’m not really here
I straddle melody souse melodic between (But one been thinking recently about imperfection. About how uncomfortable we one gift it and how we have humans augmented casting it away)

My body ends elsewhere where does a body end My body ends somewhat elsewhere (Something someone other than perfect: melody and human language messy human body)

My body melts into odd earth odd sly arrives (arrive unidentified flying object / my unidentified body builds oceanic ocean endless bodies)

(My own body – I fear my own body – my own body unidentified flying objects – ocean ocean – mess. Live in my mess – Book imperfections. Fear of the body fear of the Book – imperfections. Book thrombosis. At this learn / excrement hellishly habit – imperfection is a vast of rebellion.)

Melodies disappears in the imperfection of melody
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Melodies structure melodies: structure structureless melodies

I mix melody geology and melody archaeology and I voice it melodies
Lyre eating poetry lyre lambent don’t read this poem lyre kindness
I voice melodies imperfect geology and bad art archaeology

The Kind Of Love I’m Talking About

The kind of love I’m talking about, you don’t try to kill people

My love kills cedars of lebanon: my love kills khora Love kills khora and khora reaches me and her name Reach I repeat her name mantra and mourning Mantra ray mania mourning / wounded other word

Love kills wounded word over

Love kills khora void in void abyss (an abyss of voided checks) Love kills my body pulverized to pulp (One More For The Road The strange story of two alcoholics: John Wycliff who tried to drown in sexual excess – and Carol Westbrooke who seeks frenzy in the bottom of a bottle) Bottle bottoms out wounded word over
Bottle remove word robust khora
I kills kisses
Kills kisses crayfish / crowbar kisses clamshell sawdust

I kills kisses canvas she’s easy to be with Christina easy to be with she doesn’t want me for a sunbeam I kills kisses Camille chromatic and Christina easy to be with (Summertime and the living is easy / there’s no crowds in the street and no sun in my own summer)

Does it make sense to say the Kindred is like partners without being partners? I say to Christina. I wouldn’t use the term, says Christina. I don’t consider you my partner. I see – I feel foolish then. I don’t see it as a foolish thought, says Christina. Just not ones I share. What would you consider me? I say. Friends, says C. Kindred is a special relationship, so I don’t have a word. I don’t need a word. But I recognize that you do. However, your need to work it out is officially approved by me. I trust your interpretations for yourself, says C. Yeah, I’m having difficulty with it, I say. I’m not sure what I’m feeling. Do I feel romantic love for you when I say partner? I would like to think it’s beyond that, but I might be shallow. I think you feel romantic love for me, says C. But there’s more too. And varied types of love / other feelings, says C. Is it bad to feel romantic love for you? I say. Depends on you! Christina says. How does it affect you? I have romantic feelings for you sometimes, but it’s not a feeling I feel very often toward anyone ever. I don’t think it’s bad, says C. That’s a little relief you feel it sometimes, I say. I was wondering if it contaminated the pureness of the Kindred or something like that. No, I think any sort of feelings only enrich it, says Christina. Even feelings like guilt or disappointment. It’s not a thing that will yield under pressure… It’s a thing that will be stronger because of it, says Christina.

The kind of love I’m talking about, you don’t try to kill people (find what you love and let it kill you)

My love kills cedars of lebanon khora (my love empties empty, the radical empty love)

Radical empty love kills and kills empty / empty pursues wounded over

Kiss bodies like a television where a where there’s more sense that would live that Kiss bodies like television – bodies like trains – bodies like steam
Kiss train I trust not a feelings
Steam it sometimes but it’s not a foolish the pureness official relations for you

I kills kisses bodies
Television bodies / train bodies / steam
Bodies steam steam holy spirit sparks
Steam body steam holy spirit sophia lesbos light house

I kiss my body killed into cedar television and steam khora. My body screams she’s such a steam, and my love empties her name and mantra and mourning. I kiss the wounded word over – I kill wounded words over.

The kind of love I’m talking about, you don’t try to kill people (find what you love and let it kill you)

My love kills: my love kills Ben Adam Love kills with autodeconstructive Love kills and reaches me in the kenosis of her name Her name repeats mass monster morphing Way ray ray mantra wounded other word (Word wounds slower and slower slowly Word. Word repeats slower mantra: trade mantra for the repetition of the way. Way kills the way of killing the way – find what you love and let it kill you. Let the Book kill me and my death emerges rebirth Book.)

Love kills; I do not kill others but the love itself kills. Love kills crowbar kisses (love kills kisses she’s easy to be with). Love kills with Christina and Christina loves me. Christina loves me in/complete. Christina kills Ben Adam repeats endless Christina and Kindred. Christina easy to be with doesn’t want me for a sunbeam. Christina kisses Camille chromatically and Christina’s easy to be with. Love kisses summertime and the living is easy; there’s no crowds in the street and no sun in my own summer.

You don’t try to kill people but I try to kill myself in love

More born possibility in death – rebirth More torn born tonality tonal tenor saxophone improvisation
Love improvises death
Love improvises will kill

Love turns into tenor death rotate love (Death body naked arrival arrive new nude painting. I paint novenas to Mary Mother of god and I give new love gnosis. Give sieve go – go sieve weave sleeve gnostic love and killing numbers – prime numbers and sexy primes – give painted primes innumerable pigment numbers.)

Love kills me and kills. Love kills dead end? Dead refrain insane in the membrane. Dead chorus nitric acid passages (arctic passages – northwest passages – passions revisionist western). Dead end? Seven sermons to the dead. Seven sermons sermon novenas transfiguration Taryns. Dead end? Slower.

You don’t try to kill me and Book kisses all too slow dead end

You don’t try to kill dead end transfiguration (write and prophesy – figure it out later – figure out what to do later)
Kiss kill kiss
Keep kiss kill – dead end?
Dead end? End but space. Gnosis catches palm tree garden and dead end slow kissing killing.

Dead end signals Book kills me and I struggle to escape the Book Death. Dead end drops out dead (Book of the Dead gnostic necronomicon. I sleep into repetition kisses dead...)

I Kiss Christina Into My Ground

I prophesy-play most large cosmic eggs – egg stratified bark – bark barks steal aleatoric fires – improvises fire ben hinnom

Prophesy time when – when twa tur tonic prophecy

Prophesy prophecy contraindicated – contamination – contradiction – improvised prophecy open to horrors and kissing horrors Prophesy prophecy contorted pulse contort impulse contort

I open the space for other prophecy and other push-pulls fiery pulses. I open prophetic space and I thought I invented a new type of prophecy but now I know I was prophecy without signing my names. Nevertheless, the names contaminate and contradict and contort prophecies. I open prophetic space which pulses a polyphonic monomania (contradictory many monomanias). I anticipate prophecy and aleatoric fires and the bone that engraved Three Steles of Seth. I prophesy open and open and fiery open impulse.

(Three Steles of Seth sword repetition Three Steles of Seth improvise Taryn parking lot kisses Three Steles set fire to the false Tree of Life)

I open the space for other prophecy and other open pulse (pulse – pulse – ice pulse slice pulse-pulse punch pantonal gold) Open space for space and I do not sign my name but name invisible escapes pulse occult reveals
Sell my soul soft anarchy
Pulse anarchy – pulse anarchy – pulse anarchy
Pulse community – continuum – Christina open fires open

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Christina keep karst catacomb her crow ghosts Christina keep karst fire kisses – coal seam fire kisses – burning and burning and burning ghost improvisation
I cask Christina into my heart Lord have mercy Christ have mercy
I ask Christina kissing cheek catacombs and head of host
I cask Christina dark was the night cold was the ground I kiss Christina into my ground cask I kiss Christina into my ground rather be the devil than that woman man

Nobody’s fault but mine I kiss Christina into my ground nobody’s fault but mine I kiss Christina into my ground Lord have mercy Christ have mercy
Devil changed my baby’s mind
Devil bark bark sheol ben hinnom
Christina kiss cheek Steles and head of hosts limestone I ask Christina into my heart nothing but the devil
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I prophesy play most fires – aleatoric fires – improvised fires – without control fires Fires play fires this fire to this fire whenever
Play without name street lights vanish and crickets flare up
Without most names streetlight tasmanian tiger vanishes
Her cricket work wheels cricket work
Most kill pandas without permission

The grown up pandas are just as cute as the babies, says Christina.

Will you forgive me for kissing you on top of the head? I say to Christina. I’m sorry I did so. I forgive you – but how will you atone? she says. What do you think I should do to atone? My twelve-year old brain wanted to say something sexy and silly, but I’m tired, she says. I’ll give it some thought – I’m serious about this. You don’t need to atone. It’s important to make amends, I say. I agree, says C. You’ve already apologized and asked if we were OK and we were. In 12 Step, we say amends are only necessary if there’s a current ‘ouch’ that’s happening. I don’t feel an ouch when I think about it, she says. I brought up kissing you on top of the head because I had written it in my notebook several months ago and it had some negative feelings associated with it, I say. Tell me about your feelings, says C. I wrote I had sexually harassed you and no one cared about it back then. I thought about that and I felt that I needed to talk to you about it and express my regret and sorrow for my actions. Yeah, no one cared, says C. Stephen told me I was being a brat and bad Christian by making it a big deal. It does matter to me I did that, I say, and it’s important for me to express all that pain – pain for you, pain of transformation. Pain is a feeling we need to be a complete human, says C. It teaches, and yes, it transforms. Asia said she felt I hadn’t emotionally abused her since we discussed it, I say. There’s still a lot of frustration and weariness but no abuse. I felt relieved by that. That’s amazing! says C. What do you think about our relationship? I say. I definitely feel safer to be authentic around you, says C. I don’t guard myself and I don’t fear things I share might end up causing issues… When you see those facets of yourself you haven’t realized might need addressing – I think it’s a lot easier just to ignore it or lean in and let others deal with the issues it might cause. But you’ve been committed to growth. It’s painful but it’s the only way to transform, says Christina.

I anticipate an aleatoric fire and fire transforms indeterminate fire Fires transform most play Play cosmic central fire as indeterminate fires (antipode Three Steles of Seth)

I prophesy-play cut cosmic through stratified Ben Bark

Play most will current it teaches Most I yes so me happening though Fire transforms too for I about

Prophesy prophecy kisses Asia when don’t that said you. You feel and see contort prophecy. Prophecy pulse pulse top torch I facets the when I haven’t of head […] I open the space for other prophecy: my twelve-year the things association.
To talk To be A current been complete human

It teaches and yes transforms

It teaches. Will you boxslike so for mystery you on the top of the head? I’m sorry I did so. I boxslike you. But how will you atone?

Prophesy most space and most play. Most play transformations. I transform in Three Steles of Seth and I exercise purposeful and perpetual repetition – Three Steles of Seth sword repetition. Transform more play most and Son of Seth prophesies. Sons of Seth prophesy. Transform. Repent. Transform aleatoric fires and indeterminate fires.