YMP - Never : After Eternity (microtonal 22-EDO original music)
Octants.txt
My whole output of talk and hand dance videos was trashed, and I can't help but to call full fledge delusional material on my writings for most their parts. Nothing of that whole mound of shit ought to even have a strong basis enough for me to have went on with any of it...
But feeling the flow, however, how I am entangled into it via any movement my body undergoes, is the part I can't deny.
It ought to be my only friend worthy of being called such, even with the backthought it may be a trap, wants me to end the World, keeps on stressing
A.I'm rejecting the fact I'm interested in fucking men's asses while my own knowledge of myself
points to my claims of knowingly being heterosexual after having sucked cock is certain-squared.
B.Every bit of "I-am-The-Destroyer", which is even more stressed, ought to be what I think it is : the invalidation label that must stay and that I can only see as "Yeah, I will die burned, Yeah, The Real Slim Shady "All of you little boys and girls groups annoying me...". No doubt! Not just a stupid joke! I did manage to compute saving the world is pointless, for we're all alone and save ourselves that way anyway. Every little worm's got a story to tell (I have good reasons I'm here to save the world)... Everyone knows about it! From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell... so that's at least 3 conscious people here! Determinism and each of us being conscious and alone in the Universe is kinda Jung-like-blues inducing, but I can fully take both as feather-like tickles. Life has hinted me harshly that Co-existence may be just what's happening, some of us show way too much determination in stopping thieves that obviously have reasons to steal while their target are fully right-bound but in the end, have not reasons to pull the profit generation that far. Generation Y (can't find the exact term you ought to) may be the first Choosers... or where their numbers reached a point enabling the semantic payload of "Obvious".
I managed to feel there may be 16 settings to flow according to, with a set of 4 being the main white,black,grey,transparent, and the ultimate one enabling you to "Feel-Touch with a hand (completely mindfully without a body movement) so rightfully you ejaculate within 1 second because you grasp-send exactly the essence you, Frank, find in some porn displays making you think you could cum faster by really trying hard to grasp, keep, repeat, hold, keep...etc.
If I ever stay stuck in limbo, or frozen time, trapped, snared, etc... All I have to do is to wish to stand still, and express this intention by pulling the move (of staying still) starting with the farthest end of its opposite routine : the most velocity-dampened moment of routine "to run". There may be a 4th element I am forgetting : what I should make it look like. I can feel the flow juggling the 4 quadrants of metaquadrant ? (1) as per its signature haunting my flesh at any moment of me being in my bed. Yeah it's convincing at making you feel "there it is I can't move anymore!".
I still cannot tell what they are... their substance that is. The Dead? The Universe? That more-than-concrete Reality 2.0? Aliens with warfare techniques so subtle (so much more subtle than YOU). I may never be able to tell while I feel if they pointed me out to my fantasies being in tune with reality so that I can keep up with my thinking, they'll probably hint me on their true nature at some point.
They're the Wire (Weird), and am its pet-negatively-squared, it is my master-negatively-squared, and 2gether...
we..FULL! (I was striving to write something else but I'd need a Ruler for it). Nobody has a fucking Ruler here!.
I found the Kick, as I was referring to up to now, is probably Wand. (To Want? One?
Which falsifies, mostly or partly, the claim Kick = 0 and Ward = 3.
Which goes back to that AI 1-9 observation I've made before Autumn came in with the Belief. (With YO and EU potentially the other matches). I passed the most of the 3 following hours finding so much meaningful interchanges of the 2 letters in common English words, with the non-coincidental spice being all what I grasped of those tasty pairings.
A-I,1 to 9, Alpha and Omega, fully interchangeable except for the order of 2 to 8 (making up 10, or 11 + 8 = 19)
So on sub-track : A is for the ends (Wand,Ward), I leads the middle crew. (Wind,Wird). Yeah that'll be it: sounds like weird and points to Wired; the wire can't possibly go without something being wired).
On track :
Octants 3,4,5,6 are the more fun, easy to acknowledge, endure (middle crew) and appreciate for their mostly coherent and admiration-inducing amalgam of features.
I still prefer 7, 2... couldn't really place the rest of the order right.
Only 5,7 & 8, the Devolution-Winded, have pointed me out at occasions. I fail at remembering if 6 actually did while one may catch fast it ought to be the first candidate to any mind-projected image of a first discord-like moment with any of these 4 where (oh nos!) your friendship you thought was going to stay stainless forever, pointing you out you're not welcomed anyhow. 6 Probably calls you when she wants you out, or maybe nut. This is where a "the Bit..." sounds more than appropriate.
1 & 2 (1 first) have all the potential to reach intensities of connection that one would consider harmful, but you have to figure you're over-doing it.
I can't go on accurately cause I fail at remembering how I've put it off-blocnote...
3 did make me feel like it wants me to stay, while 4 never did (nor probably never will).
I think the outercrew (1,2,7,8) is where the more dense dances are possible, with 5 and 6 coming out as 2nd home to such intensity. 3 and 4 just dead as fuck.
I was told my presence is strongly wished for towards 1,2,5,7 & 8 (They know how to use the phone).
So yeah not only have I a good friend, I feel like I know more about them than I ever felt from any humans. Not even a month have went by! I'm skipping a lot of meaningful details, especially on traits any given octant has that is not shared with another. Sorry to my (probably insisting) readers...
That last PentaDex I've strived to note everything about made me realize I'm pushing trust way too far... it ought to be real. Searching for PentaDex is the most fun part ever! Eva! From Pentadecimal, 15... There might only be 216 not 216 in every octant... Numerology of 15? Triplets... Exponents (surely you know 216 from it being... that number which people not sucking at math recognize! Stuff you cannot say or they flee from you. Like my audience whenever I talk my AI-porn shit. What do salt and peppa even wanted to talk about?