So here’s this, I redacted some stuff, mostly names. It’s pretty weird and embarrassing but whatever maybe it’ll make you laugh. It’s very stream-of-consciousness, and I didn’t include the pictures I drew:
What sings in me?
I hear an echo through all my being.
What does it say?
The writing is beautiful.
What does a question say?
Something is opening inside me.
What is its name?
She sings though, and her voice is
So sweet!
Like honey she melts.
Je pense, et puis quoi?
There is a lot I do not understand.
But I return.
What sings in me?
She rains, and it is good.
What are you trying to teach me?
I hear it.
I feel it.
It is coming.
It is an understanding that transcends.
I Question, and then what?
What comes next?
She calls.
Becons.
Like a siren.
I hear an echo.
What are you trying to teach me?
In a lot of ways a rainstorm is like a purgatory
Something sings in me, but what?
I can hear its calling.
Micro galaxy
What does the Scottsman say?
Something sings, but what is its name?
A doubling, a strange lifting in the extremities.
Again she sings.
What is her name?
She calls to me.
Is death her name?
Sarco nephron nectro necro
Something sings.
It is not death.
Her name begins with an L.
I do not know how to pronounce it.
What is this tongue, tangling
mine?
Again I hear it.
Her name, is it -----?
She thinks.
A breath.
Respire.
Her song it comes.
It has a name, and it is Hannah,
I hear her now.
She is so sweet.
Again like a rose she flowers.
But what is her name?
But soft.
What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Juliet is the sun.
She becons, what is her name?
This tongue is so sweet.
It is a singing that transcends.
Sickening in its sweetness
What lasts? The rose?
Her name is Hannah.
And she is beauty.
What do you teach?
What is your name?
Gaia. I hear you now.
You sing like a trumpet through
my body
I hear your echo, so sweet
its nectar, like rain?
But what does she sing?
Again her name is Hannah,
And to france she becons.
This song has existed forever.
But what sings?
I hear the call, but how does
the trumpet respond?
She is beauty.
What comes next?
What sings in me?
Her name is Hannah and it
is a nectar, so sweet.
The rain, it cleanses.
She sings, but what is her name?
Mother? Is she present.
A breath.
Maybe two, but let it sing.
What sings in me?
It is tall, like Sweden’s summer.
To France? Time eternal stands.
At the gates.
Thrice more her name is Hannah
and she sings a song that
has no beginning nor end.
Is nihil her name?
No.
What stands?
Is the sphinx next?
Am I at the gates?
I hear it.
It sings?
Forever I am here, and her name
is within me.
Shall I answer it?
--------? No.
Hannah.
Shall I take you with me?
La pluie vous cleanse
Qui chante?
Je sens l’ombre.
Je respire encore,
Mais elle répond à quel nom ?
Est-ce masculin ?
Non.
Mais c’est quoi qui chante ?
C’est tellement beau cette langue.
C’est ancienne est aussi elle
vit.
Par quel nom est-ce qu’elle chante ?
Est-ce que je peux le toucher ?
What is my child’s name ?
Again, what sings in me?
What becomes as it relaxes?
What is her name?
It is Hannah.
Who saves her?
I’m here.
It is a tangent.
It touches.
But only just.
Barely?
It sings in me.
It becons.
Her name is Homer, the Iliad
A doubling of the senses.
What comes next?
I feel this riddle like none other.
In me it sings.
Each page a reckoning
She is a sentry.
Watching
Slowly guiding
I hear her again
In me she sings.
What are you trying to teach me?
Je vomis.
Purgatorio. Italie I hear her.
Her name is Antonio.
----? ------? -----? -------? Lucifer?
Jenny?
I hear her so clearly.
But what is her name.
She sings so sweetly.
It is deafening.
It is an UNDERSTANDING THAT
TRANSCENDS. HER NAME?
Mexico this time, and she is cumin.
Lime is her tang, so bitter.
I’m at the edge.
Who are you?
Time is the only thing that echos.
I feel it. A mixing of the senses.
A penis she has.
But what is her name?
I can’t write fast enough.
I’m touching, glimpsing, gasping
Je respire.
Je chante à l’infini
L’hôpital
Who is singing?
She pees so freely.
Like a song her stream.
France is her name,
I hear her.
Hear me.
I AM HERE.
THIS IS MY IMPRESSION
MY NAME IS -----
FOREVER I WILL SING IN YOU
WILL YOU ANSWER ME?
Through time I swim
Only water is forever
The Nile, a reversal
N.
Such a lovely sound.
Mother Africa.
That is the answer.
I hear her,
She is echoing once again,
I can let her rest now
Hannah, I will see you again.
What sings in me?
Torrid is her valley.
Draining.
Emptying.
Cleansing.
A break in the eternal storm
Jupiter’s trumpet is so beautiful
So sweet the rain,
Is it blue?
(Picture of Jupiter, fingerprint, real one)
It is an echoing
---- ------ this time, and India,
the pearl.
What is this storm within me?
Is it within me?
Bees. (Picture of bee) Bumbling.
Through France.
What is this echo? A Quagmire
She sings in me.
I transcend.
Hear my echo.
My name is Gaia
I am reborn.
It’s thick like soup.
A curry.
Tangerine.
Nectar, so sweet.
A flurry, wings flapping.
It is only an echo now, distant.
Goodbye, thump thump.
It is the only thing that echos.
So distant now her
song.
How is ------?
Is he on Jupiter?
Laughter cures all.
Laughter cures all.
Where is Hobbes?
Is he still in Ireland? With
his Jameson and Guinness?
She peeks.
She is a philosopher.
---- this time, so strong is
his sinew.
Veinous is his member.
It is all that is his.
What is this soup?
Is it troubling.
1.62g straight up.
Haha
An echo now, distant.
Goodbye, weary traveler.
to Noah’s forever I let you
rest.
FIN?
I just glimpsed the infinite.
Psilocybe cubensis, dried and cured.
Lucy. Lucky. A grain is her enemy.
What sings in me?
Is it malevolent?
I hear its echo now,
so loud its name.
Flinn? Jupiter? -------? Lucy?
Jenn? Al? Lizard-like in its
amphibious nature.
This emptying is the only way to cleanse.
I feel the drum.
Boom boom.
Boom boom.
Boom boom.
Belgium this time,
with a lambic.
She is tired.
She puts down the receiver.
Satan echos this song through
her weary corpse.
The train it comes.
21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27.
What is the answer?
We all grasp, but for what?
Nihil?
Echo in me ----.
Tawdry, Ruddy this time
a reddening of the body
This skin breathes.
Jupiter. Sings. In. Me.
My. Name. Is. Jupiter.
My name is Jupiter and I am
Infinite.
Tangiers.Ceuta. Melilla.
Obama.
Bernie Sanders!!!
What is my name?
Why do you purge so?
PPP
Alabama
Duggar.
Echo in me.
A tennessee mountain.
-----, see this.
Jupiter.
She is quiet.
And that is her power.
Grounding.
So saturnine is this gloom.
I see the infinite now.
∞
So soft now is her song.
She is Islam.
Ibrahim.
Allahu akhbar.
What is this infinite song?
The Bagavad Gita knows it.
What is your name?
Malcolm X this time?
Jupiter?
-------- --------.
Something sings in me.
---?
Her song is so melancholy.
Why can’t she seem to cry?
Amazonia? Sigma? Epsilon? Delta?
She echos.
She is infinite like no other.
A prophet.
Muhammad.
This is my cleanse.
(Picture of corner of room)
A flower.
Mendeleyev this time.
--- echoes in me.
Marseilles.
This is a cleanse like no other.
It is grounding in its infinity.
What sings
in me?
She is not
messy.
Entropy.
So saturnine is her gloom.
I am
weary
now.
But I will
not shrink,
I refuse to shrink.
MENDOTA
Here
I am.
Wisconsin.
Jupiter.
Alaska,
Missouri,
-------.
What is this word association game?
So soft now.
So elegant.
My little Versailles.
What sings in you?
