My recollection is this I resurrected with six emulets in my midst was a seventh an assembleage I remember but I couldn’t reflect it for the person I was was new soon in gold truth was sold to to the prophets but foolish to the prophet that it was truth gold was truth the prophets throwed truth to the youth with something new wisdom and clarity in the midst it was barely seen but in the chery tree the leaves were honest and very green barely seen the tree had to be cut down the truth from the tree was used and interviewed- asked by the mouth its accounts it was sweet nutritios and very sweet to eat (lead pencil) (g3) The simple rhymes were 2 simple rhymes in a row but making your mental xplode death toles rise for the pen grows stronger and lasts longer no more lead released by (but)the head of the prophets who acknowledge the pen is the only thing that can think in refletion to infinity ink is permanent and certain shifts in mood can cause the pencil to remove led with the erasedr bud but pens don’t have this problem theres no erasers their face is the only thing used number 2 pencils can be abused with the use of the back side truth can only be told once and enfranchised it becomes as it always was pencils automate the truth to its use and use the truth to do what it wants it to do manipulating figure eights into nines then to tens so it can control it again- the abuse is curcually used by those who reuse their thoughts attach answers and shortucut eh process of understanding In the process they cut shor the object of inquiry and in infinity they find a fifth to see and shape it to their own creation and claim it was theres when in reality it was nowhere but nowhere is a scary place for most people to be theyd rather be where the eyes can see what they want them to see that’s where their used to and chose to neglect those thoughts swhcih shoot through their rules which they set as reality (beat change) two adds to three if you ad a one adamant about this question he witht eh pencil guesses through mathematics that it is true but three is one if infinity is 2 and every other number is a product of this equation simply illusions to bring you to the greatest equation of all time and that’s that all equastions are useless one plus one is two is the foundation of all knowledge in mathematical inquiry but three is one if- infininity is a reality so is four so is five so is six eyes oopen you see that the foundation has based us through equation after equation to take us to the same conclusion 1+1 is two is not the truth it’s a premise begins the sentence but no sentence can bring us to the question that cant be questioned or even thought of the meer though in its purest form would droup us from the highest point in the sky in point defind by no number but infinite majesty you cannot breathe you cannot speak words that come to your mind are divine in space and time everything disappears your lifted ears hear the truth in it s forsaken form to the norm but sacred in its presence to the essence My eyes red from indigestion I stop eating (eating) meat and retreat to plants but see the palnts are alive too defied to none I decide to try the sun using its energy I plant my ebony form into its midst I get a kiss from the fairest lips in the universte the sun moon and earth combine as one the righteous one defys the sun and begins to spin and wind within controls his movement his soul is movin- to all but soothing(soothing) it becomes he hears drums they distract him from the cactus he sees leaves on the trees photosynthesizing energy- he recalls that he not need even the suns light to live- he is one bright image- only seen by the purest thing- the stones and the leaves recognize his presence and question his essence at this moment they fall but glow as well the chosen tell of these stories and release orgies of more things to be told but only interpereted in mold formed to equeations they can get used to- one plus ones two two plus one is three these thigns lead them to the truth but truth is beyond mathematical too- it’s a state of being a mode of being the chosen being breaks the mold and sings in the ohm he brings uncontrollable things controlled by kings in illusional ways he wrote in clay and it broke in the rain the archeologist tried to take it apart back to its orignnal prominence but he opposite occurred it dropped and split injured by the attempt the arquologist recompensed with God hoping he could show him the pause (ohhhhm)- ohms in between Infinity is permanent but of no substance- so are you saying……. Then next pencil one
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