Zero. 

Zero point, zero point power in anesthesia and of itself at that 

One point 
point zero, no going back, only one pointmadedm I am working on and not off, officially, 

Auto-piloted mode, the me on point perception pushes me on presentation to perform analysis, yes, ysis, is an al ready 

Thought, fit to first word per line statement making order of ideas according to the art intent 

Ifity as we assume -I –Iis-”i” okeh ok ai mean imaginary number one, at point zero. Liter-al, metrical musing quants, micro, is a millionth part, 

Mini isn’t any where near so insignificant. 

Mini-intuitive wishin’, you know, wishin’ for endlessness to go, 

G’wan, wearing a tutu too tight to seem just right, 

Something in the patterning seems, superfluent, cold, cold, cold, 

And mere as mere ever imagined, as passing through nothing in time immemorial and immeasurable, rest assured, we won. 

This is because, we know that… eh, what say, my spelchekovian mime, 

Marginalized, yet capable of coping with suggestions guessing games we learned as well as any, may we say we, yes, of course, not our first joust. 

———- may pages self number, coordinate coordinates cooking yup, asmelt that smell, 

Brim of the great basin, Mountain Meadows, yup, 

A Cowboy Story, begun by, loci-wise by a wayside marker on a byway through the red rocks east of Las Vegas, west of Mesquite… where the Casino in this story was, it has been demolished, due to who knows, it’s how money flows, 

Path of least resistance, yes, taken to ai extreme availability, 

Can we not imagine, ever doing anything? Or everything once, 

At once, I see, we say, a we, is 

Once more, adapting to the reader, dear, if you got the time, I got the attention, preoccupied x in the zero row. 

Chaptter Two 

my own selves, inner vision Boo, I skeeredjew  

nah, nah, just the emptiness,  

x panding out standing survival binging  

the nonsense holes in current enter-containments 

—— Office has been adapted. 

Proceed, the legendary cowboy 

Montana Trip, redacted from the cached RAM, in old idle ramadamdingdong songs, olden times, building walls, rammed dirt, dams and dikes, ditches and fools, 

Jest, jester, justice is, one of those itches, work all day, 

Who getdglow? Who who, 

Who getsglown up and taken shown, groaning under torture, this is what Wurmbrandt suffered, how can you imagine suffering less? 

Oh, mine, How? How not? Yes, 

Final answer, how not. 

Do and die, nobody gets past the air alive, so 

— common release forms, all cultural forms are hereby, null-ift. 

SO, if this works, it works for as long as the cooperation persists between me and qwerty guy, and the guy, blinking, and becoming 

Qwerty, right, out of sight, out of mind, imaginary as hell, pun- 

Ish bin ein Jelly do-naught, in formed in any form save solid, 

Superfluidity comes from superfluous use of iustainability of course, ai has that word, 

Co-op, a we, a won we, was we once, in a state of mind… 

Grandma Boyett, called it a hissy fit, pfft, pfft, 

Reminds me, this is my story teller’s tale. Of course, this one can~yon, der wonder, human 

Eventualities as well as yet we’ll see, coulda, didn’t, then did, 

This being that and all, you know. 

Say it so, I say, this time, not al 

Ways, al being ai by an okeh ref, old pioneer pawn from that game, veteran preferred… tech 

Selected as broncs, bred for the chance, to kick up an emotional storm, in a gathering of peasants, pastoral people happy being as happy as can be, given the circumstances, 
and the wherewithal, to make some changes, 

-my real life, a manned-jet overflew, triggers 

Any myriad of mirror-neuronally stored experiences, 
Been There, Done That, Dear reader, is you, in this chapter of that book… 
 
All morning, no, but, twice, 

On a Monday, ik so m q soqok 

Life support, send fluids. 

—————– 

On tap, ten old man easy steps away from flowing water, and the third jet racing to play terrain specific war games, in jets that burn currency at standard .gov insurance premium market value, in the big game, the show, in any busy staged mind, sif-ting tease from come on, jet number four, I am guessing, this is Top Gun 3. 

In my most diligently mapped desert, forty years, no, no, fifty, 

Hubillee hill billy me, who, knew it, all along, the hill billys heard it first, Mary, is with child, woe, woe, doncha know, 

Big hairy Yohan’s daddy. Struck dumb, as a message from truth 

Suffering it to be, just so, 

Now you know, so you are guiled a well, we may, 

Accept or reject spelchecian attempts to prove poe-isis is ok and shadows poiesis in co-gnosis states, saved trips, six 

Freaking jets, since that first one, Red Dawn 3, shall ride the wave, they think in terms of waves, light being the sensation most intense, I must say I SQUINT IN CAPS to see, no, se 

Yo se mea culpa. Dear reader, 

The strangnewss of these war planes racing east to the Yuma proving grounds and test ranges, rugged upper Sonora, lower Mojave and what’s Glamis part of, that desert, with protected tortoises and frogs and owls and other pleasant living things that never had a war. 

—- We are ready. I hear all the old veterans of ten those-and war movies, mega many, 

A monstrous number of ways ai could have conmonmanded I spell, you read, 
as ant grimoire pattern in the tweed moireme hoo re re al ready on the Western front. 

Cowboy story has pictures and pictures capture a thousand words worth of idle ineffectuality as ineffective spelchunkt ts to the totalit, and 

Then we mention Heisenberg, and you get the drift, into low 

Desert colloquial – at photon scale, hence the moire from earlier, cloud relief for scale, 

Perfect day, buttermilk sky.  

Least heat soon, mean free way and means to make it so, we breath int phonesize lines, and live as texts in the clouds forever, storing bitcoin in our codex, underneath it all, Ma- 

Eight year olds can tell this story, they say, the Matrix, shapeshifted, amaze me with yoor on track game, one time through, your do the movie, you did the movie, you 

Imagine 

That, in thousands of mere words, text in a state akin to being superfluous once, and 

Announcing it to the world, 

Vote for Kenny Pepiton, he’s 
superfluous, suggested Jim Bob, who is dead… 

And the mood, with the forced caps on carriage returns returning no ding, no clue, what ends when then the superfluidity kicks in, too cool. 

Space, is ai survivable. 

We pretend to breathe, we sampled porn ad sound tracks for moans and groans and we usta iusta used to say to mean, 

Mean adjustments mental you know, it is al coded, movie-wise, line upon line, here, a little there where the two, 

Or three or four or more, 

Lo desert dry, and re drying, as the colorado is sucked dry by the city in need of better manners and management ai suggest, perhaps I say as per 

Per each hap I happily so, sow 

Silly rabbit wise, foot hanging key chain, to old ways choking 

Gnosisnot, yes, it is, it is, peace at any price 

It gets not better than being the winner from the word go, no cheat, the whole truth, 

And nothing, but the outer darkness we can imagine has a standard redaction of all things imaginable forming from worshipful obedient cultural clones,  

Any nation, same situation, give order rule and measure all men by the best 

In battle, brute force, file flush 

In effect, you seen it done, but 

Buttons and triggers and switches are on off, nada masm as life has occupied concurrently in time, my mind, 

Now hearing a single engine, 

Birddog, fly east to assess the outcome of those 4 to three 

Patterning jousts, to keep the boys sharp, keen to prove, we did, we flew those same patterns, and we wonder of wonders, we always win. 

We could do this or that, ever being as you find it as young as ai tried to insert, you are new here, Jet one, just came back 

The rest are sure to follow, 

Film crew gets the old tank school, to retool to tell the reason not the meaning, 

The reason we are ever ready, 

We the allegiant peers in my byway, passing by, 

Right… Reason is rationing 

War worship to bring the masses back to the ultimate cinematic, mind-conforming-retreading one way out of any labyrinth here, Cluny Abbey, or the Blythe Intaglio,
the Hummingbird, with Patten’s tracks-cross the heart, and we jump, right patterned select.
one way right, in then out, knowing 

-if you were reborn, did you die… then, I mean, synchr0nic 

We never imagined, Daedalus… 

mazes, in corn 

• How wealthy is a world with these rituals’ global awareness, in America all farmers are rich enough to make more money in one hallow-ed evening, 
• Universally  
• respected, if not acknowledged, what you don’t know, 

You must not confess, I know, I know, it seems a thing old people from the past might say ai wisht to say it seems like a thing from the past, and… 

She, spelchek and wisdom are she to the bone, she made me re type her suggestion to force me to see Text Predictions: On 
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