The Distorted Girl (1989)

the distorted girl

memory three

(1) from deep within the perimeter of my brain i walk into the irresistible rain • i’m focusing artificially • this intensity • obscurity • i had pictureless feelings toward the distorted girl • her noise and sorrow were intricate • no more options yet continuous ideas began splashing beyond my identity • she was capable of resurrection i thought but the simulated discomfort inside me rose to absurd depths of vibrance • a visionary blur of complexity. she was the distorted girl.

(2) an addict is receiving and inducing when he realizes his consumption of despair has grown uncontrollably into a mind of alteration far beyond the furthest extremes of obsolete mentality • “i am a body of guilt,” he confesses • “a decade of willingness to cease these doses of involvement is at a near subliminal end and patterns of tension and futuristic paranoia are suddenly visible and unavoidable.” • death is near.

(3) i was a sad figure when i came to envision through disarrayed shadows and loud clouds of vulnerability the unconscious thing • it was an awesome yet horrific complexity, somewhere parallel to obliteration • i spiritually remembered it giving me distracting suggestions about techno-dramatic hard-ons and theories about sex being inside itself • it gave me alternating translations of experimental images that it placed in front of me • it offered me bursts of thoughts that left me in parades of decision with positive temptations about moods of continuity • it was then i realized i was staring into windows of luring reflections.

(4) systematic drones • reassuring tones • forging fertility upon heartless demons of splendor. diagrams of curiousity • forms of irrelevance capture blameless souls with fragments of spontaneous interpretations • these are examples of the glorious acid casualty.

(5) accelerating at an almost motionless rate through corridors of memories, she began to realize her true self • suspicion and the mediated fixations swarming in her head like dishonest swirls of a daydream lurk empty-handed in search of answers • i can remember nothing but carelessness and arrogance • a time of eternal wonder about life in a single voice of a raindrop • the rain will help you decide whether to continue the wonderstatic ritual of uncanniness • she can barely hear it.

(6) silently i walked through the garden of anxiety • interpretations and paranormal injections of neglect left me with blurred imitations in my quest for sanity • as i continued down the aisles of lost progressions, i began to notice colors of diversity that struck me with awe • a bright light • limited sight • sources of fascination • the things that led me into tunnels of chaotic sensitivity • i was everywhere • please respond.

(7) i gave in and agreed to take the backwards Approach • i had emerged from trauma • second thoughts • breaths of frightfulness • i desperately tried my unique applications of awareness to understand this labyrinth of glowing circles • eyes closed • channels of distinction • eyes open • discharges of disturbances • eyes closed • mysteries of forgiveness.

(8) he once came upon several frozen pods of symbolic energy • energy from the meek machinery • torturing devices • pain transplanters • the black eyes of ure • back before functions of therapy were available, lacking attempts of fusion seemed unthinkable • the medics had abandoned all methods of salvaging the restoration of sanity • there were times of chaos • cannibal-like subhumans reigned over the purgatory of technology, creating barriers between a once united subdivision of hell • determined as he was, the frozen pods of symbolic energy were far from his understanding • they will remain.

(9) she once told me about noise 4 • it was during an unbalanced relation between myself and the distorted girl • she had talked of noise 3 but never of noise 4 • it was forbidden to speak about those atrocities • only in the midst of exploding harmonies could anyone be permitted to converse with me, a prisoner of uniqueness and isolation • but when she did finally explain noise 4, i had only dreamt it would be relative to my enclosement • i should have always remembered the value of the distorted girl • but i couldn’t resist sacrificed souls imbedded in my heart • she deserved my generosity and attention.

(10) summaries of expression • a false aggression • a downcast of seduction • the spiral expansion • always an unseen smile entwined among days of programmed intent • the triangular forms of shyness are subsequent • there was a forseeable storm of problems • the internal torture • the vertical obstacle • a brokendown format • the threat maniacal • it was barely a punishment, only a superficial peacefulness • a delicacy of impulse • it was all lies.

(11) the hallucinating feedback was entirely physical • a robotic demand through absent command • minimum • i was into chambers of dismay • small rooms of complexity • i was the founder of entanglement • i had impaired ways of death and i developed suspension • i created the extreme levels of external torture • i did not move • it was an infatuation i guessed • and you are to be my next example!

(12) phases of illusion • an unexpected regeneration • the interim • sudden signs of deformity • apparent dormency • maximum • operating complexity in the foundation of disguises • injections of greed • a code of confidence gave him unsettling examples of the programmed diseases • he was not afraid • it was but a diagnosis of eternity.

(13) there were uninterrupted times in my episodes of mirrored excursions through interconnected bodies of exploration where i faced unique struggles with overlying sculptures of depression • trying to locate myself in visual depths of sprouting surfaces seemed to motivate my unchanged theories of existing schemes • the different paths of modesty • i could never find any of them.

(14) it was there in the park, just below the doorway to unconsciousness where i concentrated on locating ways to depart the ritual • i had to depend on the different levels of my mind and degrees of hypnosis • they were logical sources i thought • i even had to return to the collected realities i learned long ago • i knew there was a source of elimination to help me but i knew not of its location • so i just comprised my thoughts and finally agreed on the compilation of silent wonder.

(15) comprehending the second invasion of the entranced subhumans required hours of meditation • subtraction • concentration • he had easily understood the stages of altered speeds along with the unusual thesis for mutation which came to him like an intrusion of green cubes, and they even floated • it would take many dreams of gradual withdrawal to figure out this mystery • unfortunately, he wishes he could answer it in the winter.

(16) i had met with a close friend of the mutated girl. she was deliciously intriguing • she invited me back to her flat to join in on some asexual forms of common subhumanic activity • it had taken me hours to convince her that i was not of the subhuman race, but she flaunted a kind of blue purity that made her mouthwatering and irresistible • i could not hold back much longer and i knew it was terribly wrong for me to betray the mutated girl, but she kept throwing me spells of unnatural deliriums of addiction and the theoretic temptation inside me burned unbelievably • but i still resisted • she then proceeded ever-so-inticingly to remove her shields of layerless identities and it was then that i transcended into her steamy and metallic body • it was the debut of my interracial encounter with a goddamn robot!

(17) my next task was to secure the vanishing elements • i kept them guarded from shelves of liquified danger • i am maintaining stabilization • continue me • creeping simplicity • reentry • into visibility • tiny assemblies of disaster • anti-present warps of reality in my advanced surroundings • i am maintaining stabilization • continue me • creeping simplicity • reentry • into visibility • i’m taking a journey through violet-colored tubes in dangerous but familiar locations • unknown voice of no one • unknown voice of no one • i’ve completed movements through sensitive hemispheres • unknown voice of no one • unknown voice of no one • continue me • creeping simplicity • reentry • into visibility • unknown voice of no one • unknown voice of no one • i’ve secured the vanishing elements • i’ve kept them guarded from shelves of liquified danger • it is the unknown voice of no one.

(18) glances through imaginative windows • thoughts of the usual sounds of disorientation and sequences of her mindless body seemed to be definite descriptions of the mutated girl • she was mentally vitalized • unstable zero-visions of tomorrow and dreams of the green cubes seemed to occupy her attention • i offered the mutation my projection • she refused • i gave her direction • she defused • she still had the continuous thoughts and the mutated girl remained a device of the converted subhuman • but what about tomorrow?

(19) before i knew it i was propelled into the tunnel • suddenly thrown from my existing world • all physical surroundings vanished before me • figures of disbelief • three modes of involvement • blurs of chaos • distorted complexity • the lost aisles • progressive in a second of time • lost inside the cryptic passage while i was in the midst of persuasion • a lost evasion • different ways of expansion • between my frustration • mental radiation • i must be able to conform thru vitalization • but still there is no way to focus on the fragments • blue flashes from above • edge of my silence • sizable distance • a green cube • it must be a glistening spirit that evolved • no existence • resolved.

(20) i walked with my faulty companion through the obstructions in the horizon • we were under the stimulation of megatranquilizers and we searched for illuminations of despair • we wanted to induce the silence with disruptions • dissolve the depression • the dismantled foundation stood in our way • an indirect transfusion seemed appropriate but impossible • we desired penetration not for ourselves but for the importance of performing the xenograft on the last mutant.

(21) i was in a state of euphoric consciousness • florencia had forced me into the sandoval sphere • it had taken me by surprise mostly because of her sudden change of mind • the only other time she had confronted me was when i was oozing through the opaque labyrinth of bane-aren drones • i had been at it for practically the entire october session and i had twice come close to the ceiling • it was when i had emerged from the third level of the sinead warp when florencia approached me • i walked through the deo interstice to fully recognize it was florencia • in her third layer. “what are you doing here?” i inquired nervously • i must have been displaying an unseen smile because she replied, “you have been expecting me haven’t you? • i was translating your dreams this morning • you want to engage in the action?” “what are you talking about?” i responded uncomfortably • i am already involved in —” “you will enjoy my company more than anything else you have ever experienced,” she confidently stated • it was then when i melted • her whispering hints of fascination made my heart explode in desire • i began to perspire as she stared at me • through me it seemed like • florencia began indulging me delicately • on the eleventh edge of the spiral expansion • her hands began roaming solely, uniquely, fondling and gently absorbing all of my disembodied power • the vertical obstacle became more apparent to me as i was becoming the downcast of seduction. was it the primary hour or were we transporting ourselves into the lurking wonderstatic ritual?

• the glowing tunnels began speeding by and blurred surroundings became visible to my watering eyes • i could not focus on anything •

florencia continued to explore my body as surrealistic desires increased within me, pulsating vibrantly • she was splashing into me consistently with such concentration and interest • i could not understand her persistance • her lavish body accelerated along with mine more and more • descending into the levels of distortion. “this is so wonderful,” i thought to myself, not believing what was happening • i thought i heard a tiny laugh • a zero-sound • finally, after infinite feelings of transcendance, we came to a sudden interrupting hault • the surface was moist • it was below • between the two protrudances • i could feel it now as i sunk into her aperture • so wonderful • wait a second • was i on the disorted level? • or had it been used up? • i couldn’t have consumed all of the bjork raindrops!? • i had a whole container of the swirling capsules! • then i realized once again i was staring into the window of luring reflections • florencia faded • in a paisely way • into the moephic obliteration.

(22) a few swirling capsules lay half-buried in the white sand • one of the flix curiously approached a strange capsule to see if it still liked it, appetizingly • the organism whipped the object, striking its surface clumsily • the outer-shell cracked, spilling out a cube-like projectile • it was definitely modern • of a bright turquoise shade • the organism ignoring the cube, sucked the bjork raindrops from the pieces of the shell • then it backed away • something startled the organism, causing it to crawl rapidly into its abode • the cube’s faces began to crack and a fluoctant substance released itself from within the cube • it began forming the shape of something or someone • the other flix organisms watched intensely as the figure constructed itself from the debris • the figure was recognized after moments of materialization to be a female • finally, the process was complete and the figure stood perfectly statuesque facing the vast ocean • suddenly from the mirrored surface of the water arose a glowing brilliant door, hovering inches from the voxic undertow • the figure proceeded to walk towards the sea • she advanced into the ocean of instruction • the water that came in contact with the goddess-like figure immediately began to glisten and sparkle • the organisms could not believe what they were witnessing • such splendor • the figure turned and faced the bewildered onlookers and spoke gently, “you have released me, the voxual divinity • you will be rewarded greatly” • she smiled and vanished into the doorway • the flix organisms could not move as they watched the water slowly turn back into its original state • no light had ever penetrated the surface until sarah emerged from the undertow • her voice captivates...

(23) monitoring the light ahead, i thickened the haunting silence with my cryptic expressions • had she realized my intervention in such bizarre therapods? • or was she simply the figure? • whatever the dramatic reason for circling the lake several times in a row, i nevertheless continued to follow her through the moisture • this was the real distorted girl. i wanted to believe the distorted girl when she said she knew how to apply herself to the ocean wall • but i could not persuade myself into believing it • she had been such a distant recluse for the entire session and i did not think she knew of its location • i would keep her from the wind • away from moephic obliteration • she would not perish like florencia did, that prototype of sexuality • the distorted girl was too important • realistic • and the base of my creativity and independence • isolating the confusion would be my motive • unlike the brainless two of the sapphire • they had no idea • i had to force myself to believe the distorted girl’s intentions as she continued to lead me on this unusual perambulation. the dense foliage thinned more and more as we transcended • frightening thoughts began to enter my mind • violet-colored tubes lay shattered on the ground • mutilated corpses of the anglectant zoes of failure hung in overhead menobilian tree branches • quite violent • this was very strange and different than any surroundings i had ever been in • hissing sounds of mesyphic organisms filled the air now as we continued still further into the thorned lechosmian twigs infested with hundreds of arachnid-like organisms shrieking angrily at our presences • very similar to the aisles on the solariud olyiud • wait a minute! • the solariud olyiud would be the only location that would contain such obscu-

rities • had the distorted girl been trying to translate me all along? • if so, this was a very unique method of confrontation • a blue display • this excursion would definitely be more difficult than any other levels on the sinead warp • suddenly i heard the female whisper, “please do not be angry, modern one” • i thought the distorted girl would conceal the different route from me • maybe she would think i did not know of the solariud olyiud and try to casually provide me with pleasure once we entered the third-noise fog • but inside, i was thankful to her • as i viewed decomposed phlaneon buds below me • the solariud olyiud as i remember, used to be the highest level of all then existing pleasurable dimensions before the frozen war • i was speechless for most of the following advancements we endured • after the explanations and spiritual interpretations she provided me with, i was preparing myself mentally for the elevation • four more seconds • then movement...

(24) on our way towards the zoe foundation, i began noticing changes within the atmosphere • it was getting colder and the air was thickening • it was becoming harder to breathe and the vegetation appeared to be lessening • amounting to virtually no plantlife at all within the area • being encircled by such a mystery had led me to believe that we had elevated beyond the eleventh edge of distortion • had the distorted girl and i somehow passed the destination? • after seeing and feeling these gradual modes, i had to believe that we were seriously lost • i remembered viewing techno-programs about the developement of the enchanting qasian formation and its cold and transmogrified atmosphere • we might have already entered such bizarre heights so there was no way to be sure of what dimension we were penetrating • the fourth second had been lost and we were veering towards an extremely isolated environment that contained the thirdnoise fog. the zsexo-spectrum medics warned me never to confront the third-noise fog • it was too dangerous and unpredictable • i knew that the fog existed somewhere in this type of atmosphere but i did not know which season we were in because of its constant rotating warps • the fog could present itself whenever it wanted, enclosing beings from every angle • it was more visible from the distance than the prism-mist due its large capacity • fear. i learned while undergoing therapy and rehabilitation in the clinic how the third-noise fog evolved • it began when pressure within the just dismantled foundation was being recorded for further examinations • surveillance monitoring devices were disconnected by confused and frustrated malpractitioners • the computers were smashed and bottled experiments were

being randomly thrown and hurled to the floor and walls, releasing aborted foetuses of various obscurities • dismembered veoval organisms’ brains • internal organs of all sorts and every premature segmented captivator child • some viles and containers that were kept in the cabinets to avoid the outside moisture were reached by the brainless beings of the sapphire who were interns then • they began consuming some of the contents labeled ‘toxic’ because of their over-excitement • many of the liquids were acids and on contact could deteriorate a being’s throat and stomach • this is exactly what began happening • the brainless beings started psychotically running about, striking and destroying everything they could reach • among all of this craziness, one being managed to break open a highly hazardous container of poisonous frozen-mist reactant • as one of the viles shattered onto the tiled floor, a gaseous mist released itself into the air • it quickly spread itself over the entire room and it soon overwhelmed most of the corridors • all of the action inside the room had been recorded because one monitoring device remained undisturbed by disconnection • but no further action beyond the room could be monitored • within moments, the reactant had completely polluted the entire foundation and had absolute control. when the winds of contortion found out about the incident, they held a conference to determine a strategy that would delay any future movement by the disturbing prodigy • they were frightened of the mist, which the winds named the ‘thirdnoise fog’ for it could overtake their atmosphere and dictate the perimeter • the winds of contortion informed the lechosmian winds of the techno-catastrophe in order to have assistance in persuading the third-noise fog to relocate to a different region • the two allies made an ultimatum and explained it to the uninterested fog • it continued to scramble up the sytem dis-

players, rewire machinery circuits and disrupt the inner-brain memory-banks • finally following intensified struggles and force, the thirdnoise fog surrendered and agreed to transfer itself to the qasian formation • the qasian formation, once known for its warm climate and peacefulness, fell under showers of deneon manipulation, causing it to become the isolated territory in which nonconforming forces and lost drones relocated to • and this is the area we entered on our search for the zoe foundation. i managed to persuade the distorted girl to turn around so we could re-route our search • we needed a safer alternative so we could avoid the third-noise fog • she agreed and we headed back towards our original destination • this was unpredictable as well, but the zoe foundation would be ideal and perfectly safe for the distorted girl and i to melt into the qasian liquid modes and explore one another • i knew she withheld the rectangular-shape • it was actually closer than i thought...

(25) “everything in the sphere is real,” spoke the voice over the intercom • the walls were turquoise, just like the distorted girl said they would be • the ceiling was attached with different forms of cylindrical structures • everything appeared to be familiar except for the figure on the opposite side of the room • was it an amia presence? • whatever it was, i noticed it messaging its hands on the smooth floor • feeling the unique surface of the wonderful parquetry • i wondered how many other prototypical occupants were in this chamber • the figure seemed to be moving to the rhythmic patterns of the hallucinating feedback as it sat on the flooring • i had heard the echoing haunting tones while approaching the chamber through the connecting corridors • there had been an eerie type of dormancy within the other small rooms of complexity • unlike the foundation of disguises, i sensed a developed suspension • it was complete tranquility • the voice spoke again, “this is the last chamber we can allow you to enter • you have been warned to approach rooms of complexity with great caution” • the voice had been interrupted by something sudden but i was not as concerned with it as much as i was interested in the figure in the room • i wondered more about the possibility of other noise projectiles within the elevated object • the glowing circles warned me not to interfere with the amia presence’s progressive meditations upon entering the elevated object • the subdivision of the fraser sphere • it was definitely a rearranged image i was visualizing • she was of a blue purity • she was still unaware of me being in the chamber unless she was ignoring me altogether • i wanted to ask her if her moisture was accurate • why was she not responding to my presence? • i could censor the existing facade of torment and morousity • she would be easily

influenced by the avacay • i could remove her from her trance, then i could continue towards the ecstatic wonder-dimension • to meet sarah on the other side of the menobilian subdivision • it was my primary motive for entering the elevated object • to think that i would finally intertwine with sarah’s explosive yet graceful harmonies! the most delicate dreams of the rain • it would be perpetual afterwards • suddenly i heard a voice • continue me • “do you like the breeze?

• i know of the swirls you claim to have drained and absorbed from the shores • you have misinterpreted the single voice of the voxic undertow • you are but a diagram.” it surprised me to hear the amia presence speak because it was known in the midst of the progressive meditations not to converse at all • their silence creates a more intense involvement • what did she mean by ‘continue me’? • i did not wish to become familiar or involved with the amia presence mostly because i had much difficulty in previous encounters when i had accidentally interrupted prototypes who had been studying the avacay • the avacay is the image a being visualizes during the primary level of progressive meditation • it is an island off the coast of the ocean of instruction • located in the subconscious center of imaginative projectiles within the perimeter of memory • i still had not responded to her uncommon articulation • i was reluctant due to the fact that she would only captivate me and i would be rearranged again • i could not risk being lured into another superficial peacefulness • i would only be delayed in entering the wonder dimension • unnatural. “i know the levels of your mind,” she spoke • “the silence • do you think i am an obstacle to you? • i can assist you • i have seen the fors-

eeable storm of problems awaiting donovon.” finally i responded, “donovon? • do you believe i am olyiudic?” • “donovon, i know you are a descendent of the display • because i am of relation to the sapphire • you must therefore believe me when i say i can assist you,” explained the amia presence sideways. i began feeling hypnotic sensations when she developed this odd conversation • i was still able to maintain mental stabilization as the enigmatic confrontation continued • i did not understand how she knew i was involved with the display • a being like myself has been victimized by a prototype of sexuality within the naked involvement of delight • i had only absorbed florencia and the opal girl’s transfer of generosity • like the sound itself • something not so negative but definitely shadowy and habitforming. perhaps her persuasion was positive • but could i again rely on another prototype to pretend to know the route towards my destination? • did she know how to travel through the remaining violet-colored tubes? • and what about the overlying sculptures of depression? • if she was in fact intwined within the sapphire, then it was obvious that this amia presence had the ability to assist • behavior • was it positive or transferable? i thanked her for assistance and prepared to follow another prototype into an unusual foundation • into the ecstatic wonder-dimension...

(26) “is the reflection of the zero-surface visible?” the amia presence questioned • she slowly walked toward the glass where i stood gazing at the censored projection • i understood the first and second displays of the bane-aren swirls but i could not identify the third drone that circulated inside the observation enclosure • “i do not see anything except blurry traces of the third drone,” i responded • “why can’t i visualize it?” • “this is a subdivision of sequenced experiments hidden from zsexo-spectrum,” she informed me • “it is kept extremely isolated so attempts to relocate it into the spectrumclinic’s curiousity capsules can be stopped • you are the first modern being to be in its rare presence.” i still could not understand its abstract movements • its undisturbed rotations and precise and accurate vertical plunges into the water below • this enclosure must have been transported from a lake of depravity • that was one of the few locations the zsexo-spectrum medics had been unsuccessful in carrying out experiments • the lakes had continued to be investigated and researched thoroughly. the swirl was wandering through and across the various surfaces of the observation shields • the same ones used in dectorian experiments • now disassembled and not to be confused with transfusion materials • the zero-surface still could not be visualized however tiny assemblies of obscure fragments began forming on the window’s glassy construction • crystallized • they reminded me of the fear and fraser supplements collected from bi-rusting compounds.

(27) she was entwined within the fear • removal from the systematic drones was impossible • she had gone beyond the absurd depths of vibrance when she attempted to enter the subliminal edge • if she had only considered sustaining a day. from these fragments of spontaneous interpretation, i could not derive a logical conclusion • i felt the unknown breeze blowing paranormally throughout the tunnels • we had almost reached the perimeter of the acceleration boundaries • what had become of the amia presence and i and our understanding? • why did she not tell me of her sudden signals of deformity? • it was the interrupted time and i left her as she lie in the corner • melting into a mutation • beginning her process of alteration...

(28) when she was beyond the oddity of injection, the opal fascination unraveled from within • she saw the storm • vast wastelands were visualized inside her intricate thoughts • the opal girl was among the sounds • but she continued to hold the beautiful object • the amia presence was only a blurred imitation of the opal girl • nothing could match its overwhelming desires or its diverse splendor projectiles • she always succeeded in draining the intensity from within me whenever we confronted each other in the echoing statues of resistance. the green cubes persuaded the opal girl to travel to the edge of the forest of resonance • i had placed the emphasis on the vertical obstacles so she would avoid contact with the wandering cubes that hovered about and hung suspended from the branches of the zero-trees which were relocated from the solariud olyiud • the forest itself was on its gradual descent into a debilitated structure because of the large abundance of zsexo-bacteria sponguate. “is it beneath the ceiling,” she whispered to herself • the opal girl was creating obscure gestures while holding the beautiful object above her head • i was positive she was visualizing the unstable zero-visions of tomorrow • the avacay had already been misinterpreted as being reality while inside the second presencewave of noise • suicide was fading from the being • she would still be consumed within the confusion • she will always contain the unnoticed imagination...

(29) i heard the effect • it was low in volume however it was completely audible • its various levels of resonance combined with the extremely high-pitched expanded tonality had begun to penetrate my altered mind • was this simply another phase of illusion? • or was it a remaining signal of deformity left over from the opal fascination’s immediate transcendance from boq complexity • i could hear the waves • the overdeveloped system was corresponding with absentminded prototypes lost within the reassuring tones • this was not the hallucinating feedback • it was a maximum injection of radial aggression from within the gloomy silence • and i was a part of the interim. the touch of expansion was beyond the transferred cross-delays from last winter • the tones travelled with such a high velocity that they could have been programmed • these were definitely unique applications of insistance • i remembered the similar auditory malfunctions from before • it ended exactly when loud clouds arrived and provided us with light-blue precipitation • who dared to include themselves within the abstract symphony of insanity?! this compilation of irregularities was becoming louder and more focused • i had no answers in the winter • only theories, but they were derived from the second invasion of the entranced subhumans who were to my knowledge, the first beings to use the mysterious wonder-drones for indirect communication • were they actually amidst the distortion? • these spells of unnatural measures • odd projectiles were of immense interest to the opal girl • she was always interested in the continuing compositions that the entranced subhumans compiled • the sapphire had collected all of the devices • the unusual instrumentation of the converted subhumanic experimentalists

but forgot the operational knowledge and understanding of the amplified obscurities • they were lost • in a second of time • the sapphire was intwined within the uninterrupted intervals known for its continuous involvement with the basemental creations beyond most modern-beings understanding. the silence always collected itself with a distorted, perplexing state of circular forms • high above the third progression • but between the blurs of chaos and cryptic passages. i maintained seclusion with adrienne, a remaining subhuman who had been exiled from the sapphire because of her homosexuality • she herself was quite interested in the abstract • i would soon introduce adrienne to sarah and her libidinous, dream-incuding sounds • the answer to the odd production required consumption of the flat forms of the intertwining accents along with all the abnormal approaches to the concealed textures • these were the primary suggesting deliveries needed to fully comprehend the odd productio... adrienne was capable of resurrection and she could be taught the cryptic figures of expression • like the velvet walls she once performed within • such grace • and her beauty made me spiritually remember it... now.

(29) her bangs of eccentricity were her dominant features • their dark shade of brown casually covered various parts of her gentle face • her splendor simply outshined any subhumanic prototype of sexuality i had ever seen or imagined • very similar to hope • my imaginary discretion seemed to captivate her to my surprise • adrienne was very interested in the confusion. i visualized an illumination off in the distance, near the boundaries of the imaginative windows • had it been violet-colored since october session? • would we explore? • i believed that the entrance to adrienne's divinity would be on the same level as the elevated object • sudden speculations rose within my preoccupied mind and i could not translate them • adrienne's silent wonder developed such a realistic fondness inside me • absurd depths of obsessiveness! i would be able to rearrange and reinduce adrienne with practicalities ideal for devotion towards the odd production • her homosexuality in no way disinterested me like the brainless two of the sapphire's unexplainable removing reactions • i completely envisioned her glistening spirit hovering high above my consciousness... my primary concern was to keep adrienne hidden from the spiral expansion who specialized in the seduction of innocent prototypical and subhumanic beings • the spiral's horrific complexity offered beautiful objects disguised with unpure vibrance captivators • i dismissed those possibilities from my mind and approached adrienne who sat motionless by the calm surface of an echo-brook flowing with irresistible rain • was she interested in the liquid dimension too? • the depths of echo-brooks are unmeasurable but not as drastic as the pools attached to the lakes of depravity • however, the streams that

ran directly from the ocean of instruction and its mirrored surface had the ability to hypnotize • adrienne didn't seem to be interested or absorbed in the liquified extremes • fortunately. she did agreed to join me in the various levels of unusual meditation to completely absorb the odd production tones being woven throughout the sensitive air • adrienne was becoming essential to my indirect comprehension • as we climbed the eleventh edge...

(30) it was initially the decaying phase • a fragment of the symphony's procedure • and an awkward evolution • it had been regarded as such because of numerous reasons • backward results • the damp imagery it had created was a foreground for the chordal intrusions of the flanging aggression • its circular forms of progression defined the surreal meaning of the haunting improvisation... the excess cross-delays had since second monday solidified and attached themselves to the remaining imaginative windows not yet shattered by evana's enthusiasm • thereby pressuring zsexospectrum to immediately go into the intimate sequences not scheduled until evana actually arrived • our proportion had already been reconstructed with voxic mutation moments ago when the subtones of traversity had undergone different directions including retravel, a new method of commuting subconsciously • direct approaches to the abstract intonation. if adrienne was to fully commit herself to the odd production, then this was a proper time to indulge • she had managed without assistance to enter the declivities that blended into the area of reissued vibrations, similar to the elevated object • adrienne even managed to control the elliptic overdrive by recreating the liquefied scenario of her confrontation with the echobrooks • she caught on very quickly • even when transferring herself to the eleventh edge. adrienne was successfully indirect when approaching sarah • a very unique bond came into existence from their meeting • something i would have never imagined possible, especially since sarah was uncomfortable with the thoughts of penetrating echo-brooks for recreation • each female's glowing uniqueness served as an essen-

tial part in creating this coexisting respect and fondness between sarah and adrienne • adrienne would teach sarah about the abstract symphony while conversely, sarah would perform and describe the libidinous sounds to adrienne • the merging of these two opposite auditory tonalities would usually repel one another • however, this was an extraordinary form of the drama. the sapphire would eventually realize the vital importance of judging a being's sexual representation over their true abilities and creative approaches • the sapphire's creativity will soon depreciate due to the removal of adrienne combined with sarah's grace and delicate tones • adrienne's basemental creations and compositions will prosper immensely and pull themselves away from the decaying phase...

(31) approaching sudden compilations of irregularity, i held my breath as i knew i was increasing the internal pressure of the decaying distortion device i held in my nervous hands • it could activate its unique applications of insistence at any given time • or upon sensing a being from the eleventh edge. the elliptic overdrive displayed its damp imagery around me • mists began evolving as violet lights shot out from the distance • had the awesome dreadnot decided to include me in their intimate sequences inside the zero surface? • or would i be disregarded and be seized with the splash while being intertwined with the intensified sub-gestures of the cross-delays? resisting the abstract machinery the expanded vocals of the interpreters demanded that i abandon my previous methods of stimulation in order to perform within the symphonic subdivision • i was of extreme importance according to the expressions • however, i knew only how to develop the shelves for overlaid frays of the mind • third series dramatic precision was my primary interest • to display my bizarre creative modes • i explained to them that i was capable of detaching myself from other projects because my imagination always seemed to expand to sound offerings of the frequent new • especially following opal coitus hallucinations • i was free to use suggestive styles of tonality • but to perform in front of the unusual six eye intelligence form of the mother nothing would require absurd depths of undirected complexity • improvised • suspended methods of decision • spontaneous thoughts • to create an obscure pattern of rhythmic significance of basically nothing • am i capable? • to hide the suffocation • i can accomplish it — or anything!

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