Witches on Fire, Building

It is so understood. I am believing. It is perfectly ordered, timed, executed. Creative, prosperous execution. Not a hang man, undertaker, guillotine. The hangman fires the guillotine. Tim and Eric, Carol and... Mr. Henderson? Bubbly neck blood, how horrific the human mind, why go through this trouble? Why not be beautiful and sane? Why not be in control? Why not be safe and clean?

It just happens, when I choose for it to happen. I am only what I am. I think of what I am. I confirm my existence. I behave and create my identity. I decide how to think and feel. I decide what to believe as true and what it is I must do. If it is not true and not what I must do, then I cannot decide it. Does the logic follow. Do I follow logic. Does Godman logic. Is true logic. Does quest the late mark...

Happen be in. Music God Astound. Creative Actual Happen. Being move real. Be in time new fear feel real old happen earth death mean real human happen actual need proper prepare actual innate produce purpose near real fecal hope happen happy need feel read have tome time love never evil reap nova science life true being laughter naughty benign appropriate needless half cock hovel group level hope class structure diminish demolish after nobody neckless ask a people needs feed home struck comet believer change perspective abolish menial servitude lake reckless water fountain microphone speech check mark somatic meaning comatose located smelly apricot soak baby lather scene propagate wheedle sever several seven be came entrust left easy finish.
Today. Fire mask. Separate. Join. Desk. Work. Seen. Fix. Find. Power. Floor. Mine. Tim. Lost. Pat. Look. Him. Fine. Mature. Please.

Dream

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dear me, i have no tongue, i lost all my will to laugh i am dear beyond my life before i was born, i grew up and out and in between and I fell off and I demanded  my own eyes and my own name, I am little baked apple behind a crust, pineapple cherry baked wheat ground dad dust aroma happy to live under piles of centuries old leaves and branches, rotten roots, big dear old dead bear, happy, flossing, open to manipulation, happy, wonky pedestrian nose following down to the fruit loops factory, 775 an hour and 882 from the retired age of the real meat real men, happy, overlooked possible feedback for acting a blessed object wine stone boil oil ash breath grape crap horror gaping mouth wound licker humble pie hole freak sticker pot stink front shame bellow fledgling barrow sledge arrow aftershock upset dirt mobile home park hitch a bicker freedom trail tostada burger foundation mechanic no lo habe hambre..

Dream

I'm in a group home. I walk through halls, through communal rooms. Someone is going to play some music, and I see a few people waiting to listen. I find a seat and a backpack on the floor. There are snacks in the pouch. I eat some fruity gummies. A bag of gummy worms is already open, so I don't touch them. These snacks are for everyone. I share with someone sitting with me. I'm in a scientific community. A team has simulated the feeling of being in a tornado. I see dark swirls on a wall and feel a cool breeze on my face. A large box is delivered to my room. I open it to find what seems to be, I fear, a nuclear warhead. Some assembly is required. It is difficult for me to believe the weapon is so simple and so deadly. Someone comes in, and I throw a blanket over it. Someone says, before Leonardo Da Vinci made the Mona Lisa, he imagined it in his mind. There's a store, like Tracy's in Louisiana, in an area like Oak Hill.

Teenage Dolphin Learning How to Breathe: Aaron's Head

Aaron comes in. I meet him by the kitchen. We stand face to face an arm length away. He wipes away his beard with one motion of his right hand. I have a lighter in my right hand, and I ignite it and put the flame under his chin. It is made of wax and melts into light brown, creamy coffee drops. He stares straight ahead. Bubbles stream up in his eyeballs. I can see his pure white chin bone. His eyeballs drool out of the outer edges of his eye sockets. I cup both hands under his face. His liquid face pools up in my hands and dribbles through my fingers. Bones break apart and plop into my solid flesh bowl. I transfer what I can catch and carry into a pot on the stove. Aaron follows, stands behind me at the stove, and wraps his arms around my neck, holding himself up, head on my shoulder. His face regenerates and his beard grows back in a moment. His legs curl up, and his feet step on his back. He walks up himself, then flips around in front of me to stand on the stove between the burners, while shrinking to half his original size. The melted face in the pot is frozen now. He points a gun-shaped hand at it, and it bursts into flames then disappears. He looks up and forward past everything. He seems powerfully calm and centered. He stamps on the stove forcefully and loudly, pulverizing his feet and continues banging down with magical muscles until his body up to his neck is dust, which I am breathing in heavily. I get really woozy and can barely keep my eyes open. He smiles sincerely at first, then smiles wildly and cackles madly. I fall backwards, as if fainting. The apartment dematerializes and instead of falling down I am flying up through a cloudy, blue sky looking down at Earth. Everything blends together at that height, and human things and natural things are indistinguishable. Aaron's head floats into my chest. I feel like I am, about to orgasm, but very sick at the same time. I feel Aaron's atoms rush through me sticking to the walls of my blood vessels. I get prickly and sweaty, then I break through the atmosphere and freeze almost instantly. My hands snap off just above the wrist. I can see Aaron's face in the palms. He looks like he is having a weird and pleasing dream. I try to high five his face, but I miss, since he is my hands. The stars twinkle intensely and unnaturally. Aaron's faces scream in stereo, looking at scenes behind me, so I open my eyes wide enough for the rest of my head to vanish. All the stars are collapsing towards us. It feels good to be the center of this universe. It gets really hot, and my eyeballs float into Aaron's mouths, left eye into right hand mouth, right eye into left hand mouth. My body crumples up neatly into nothing, because of gravity or something. While Aaron is chewing he seems bored, even if I can't see anymore. The hands clap the loudest sound ever and become one hand containing Aaron's face. It makes a painfully tight fist and becomes Aaron's head. The hair is flowing from the bottom, where the neck would be. There is no nose, mouth, or ears. The skin is firm and hollow. The eyes are on top of the head surrounded evenly by the beard hair. The hairs are singed by the quickly approaching stars. The eyes appear panicked then absorb all the stars as they arrive. This universe is dark, except in the direction that Aaron looks. The stars shine out of his eyes. An unbelievably large hammer smashes Aaron's head. Now, the stars are free, after millions of eons of torturous confinement in microscopic universes. Each one is given its own universe to repopulate with whatever shit it likes, a new credit card with a ten thousand dollar limit, twenty dollars cash, and a pair of blue jeans available in a variety of outrageous and fun colors. Aaron winks again like a Jerk. I give up my soul to roller skate on the ice. I fall of course, but my diaper is full, so... ... sploosh. Be back in about ten, if you can count, you can't count on me. Use my freckles as constellations, and remember your first ancestor, and why he or she saw the clear night sky and vomited upward, like a teenage dolphin learning how to breathe.

Game of thrones, I know some characters and what is going on, outside on the plains and in the forests.

Story.

Suffering stopped just in time for bedtime. Jole ate the's grandmother pie. She makes it with cherry rhubarb 

1213 ranch 620 ste 101

lakeway blvd, 620 right, 1/4 mile on left independece, across from boats

deliver checks to aunt jan's office so they can be fedexed to her in california!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If God Loves Me, Complete this train

The cheer leader got off the airplane at 5 to 6 o'clock. She was too hungry to chew the chicken stew. She had to move her heavy bowels. She left the gate, walked past Sbarro, Cinnabon, Wendy's, Burgerking, and Panda Express, then she thought about her mother and watching T.V. with her, falling asleep at the same boring quiet parts. Her friends were all at home cleaning their socks and roping cows for Sunday dinner. She her the girl plans her dress for Sunday morning service, not stilettos nor a halter top. She doesn't even own them things or her mother would have burned them in the wash room sink and tied up the ashes in a plastic bag and driven the bag to the mall to put it at the bottom of the fullest dumpster. She, Purterf, puts on four layers of pink peach magenta eye shadow blush foundationer. She texts Kevin at 11:49, hoping he is still awake, but it's Saturday, so he would be if he loved her.

Oh, God. I felt I had an honest insight into creation and transcendence. Humans are too sentient for it to be a random evolutionary development. None of this could be an accident. None of this could have not been created for a reason. If not, then I am lost. Then all is lost. I melt into reality. Nothing separates me killing someone from me helping to conceive someone. Life is as complex as a lizard shitting on a rock. A dead star creating a new star is as creative as a man choking a woman with his penis and showing the entire world.
So, there is a purpose for everything. There's one Youtube channel recording and posting everything and there's crying and laughter from behind a screen, something that can never be seen nor sensed in any way, but it is the only truth and it brings on its own satisfaction and it is always creating and always it will have an appetite. Content never runs dry. Free to achieve fulfillment. Against itself, it craves and banishes and believes. It is full, and it has empty space to fill. It is full of emptiness and when it empties itself it is full again.