[xii.2.

11]||: I don’t have much space as my creative mind Trax alone whilest hue
raiseyour mind & lie to hour dreams that I do not love you for I dew. I fucking do, miss
lyss, booche, my widowed master, slave to my touch. Thinejuices taste of hallowed
maternity as the aliens come to ouip wiff me here in the home of lost & poor monsters.
Upon my departure from your 1st pupils (as opposed to 3rd eye lens..). I realized how to
love hue in technicolour void, thus I write in logic to premember before my
consciousness separates from This Here & Now. | whence the doubt settles your lowering
experiencial_y_f_e & I encourage that insecurities surround The Whole Holy become
language, deferentially drab that bettering each other for a future where void, darkness,
mares & cold, damp neverness may suck souls for comfort, safety & simple satisfaction
that even while this here poeticalogic writes me compassionate senses to warm every
inspiring macrochondria to hold its own, to riseup, mitoid-amorose, enlighten my
melancholy with an eclipse of attention to believe & k.n.o.w. that if I were to jerk off to
an other, I would have admitted such a felony for sake of it being one next_level form of
meditation & its highest form to have your company. Lover, my dearest friend, I cry to a
point of not breathing. I dream of Fleshwood losing control of its commands & spinning
my comedic drama into nests; have visions of other places where boiling acid is dumped
upon living, breathing innocent flesh & their adored pets for entertainment!. May I ask
what you did on the 11th without you leaving out information | do you know that I melted
my concentration with yours for your testing on the 10th & that I allow for the oceans of
my purity to lock my unconditionality toward your well of being know of your emotional
needs, even while yue push me away in my old room while I express to your doubts how
upset I’ll be when Waspy becomes My light in contrast to the mourning I’d have upon
your death bed into a bike ride of exofusion into a dei where I had to parade about
because every thought I used became withdrawn into our baptismal ghost nap –
auspicious super fuck then brakfast, again, you doubt my love & I lose my mind & you
show me you are going to pick my nerves clean sew, here I hear, you shiver & push
forward with little power to not feel pain, confuse & destroy me. when you’re done
reading this, maybe you’d lower your defenses, level out plans to make some change with
me & promise to be my holy ghost for sake of dreamesque .. I’m different around
everyone | thanx for helping me to be a better furby. Eternally, billiboi <2

{version 1}
Your honor, I have been toiling over the most logically eloquent phrasing to explain the
corrections I believe I have been capable of making as well as some time to think about
newly all that I appreciate in my life and how I must work on my self ever greater with
discipline to control my “ all too human” superegotistical actions. To reduce studdering
& rambling .. if I may have something to say to potentially have only another moment of
your sympathetic attention, there are some concerns I had before even this most recent
incindent of rarity I have with the law being ||:
1. is there any bargain I may make to potentially lower the severity of my charges in
exchange for a steeper monetary fine in combination with community service to
get me out of the house while my mental disability paperwork is assessed,
between my humanitarian creations & helping to love my Alyssa forever purer as
love is all I can think to maintain while the self is nothing greater than these here
beautiful concepts, inventions, marketing innovations to better this world, I am at
 my point now that I MUST be able to travel around the planet as an American
before those options no longer exist! Mister judge sir, I have saved for several
expenses that led me about this great nation lovefilled & eve3r greaterly, loveless.
I have my passport but I fear that these serious charges my worried family placed
upon me will hinder this opportunity, offering me an ever greater deficit that this
planet needs from people like my self.
2. before this incident of assalt I had been trying to help all those that require my
assistance & have gotten heated at THEM for their recklessness of which the
citizens on patrol recognized as interfering with justice though I may assure you
that I cooperated & did not (genuinely) hear the order to get back into the vehicle
separate from the accident. I was worried, sickened, concerned & aggravated with
Alyssa for the events we had to endure that entire day while I was so patiently
sleeping in her car while it was broken down without gasoline, without having
much fod, (before my foodstamp card or medication) sleep, (I believe I may have
a degeneration considered sleep apnia) and having had to push the darn thing to
where it was so nearest to being hit in Bucks County .. either/or, my point is being
buried as my explanation for the importance of my ‘record’ had to also be
discussed for this incident, those details may prove that I had been ever so
compassionate with my lover and I snapped on Monday, February 7, 2011. I had
never been beaten or punished in such a physical way as she had and for her to
not outlashingly toward me is something new that I am ABSOLUTELY willing to
work on with her as we’ve been platonic friends for nearly [5] years and can
really affect each other positively proactivesque .. unlike this day of which was a
build up [3] days in the making.
3. I have had time to think heavily over where I need my life to aim, how I may need
medications & cognative therapy until I am able to live on nmyown (of which
was the PLAN for Monday, Feb. 7th .. but it never quite got transferred into
kinetic action for more than one reason). I am weeping upon writing some of
these sections & I’m sorry to burden so many as I want, to be the change I need to
seee. Thank you for listening. I have no crazier writing than this.

{version 2}
Your honor, [to expand tradition we must struggle]
 Bargain to have charges lowered in exchange for steeper monetary fines & a slew
of community service? I NEED to travel internationally.
 It had been three days building up to the manic episode documented on Monday,
February 7th, 2011 .. mainly issues between Alyssa & myself
@ my families home I am fortunate to live in as well as a sense of lacking
communication from all parties in combination to having little sleep & feeling
trapped to wait till Monday to speak with an emergency outpatient therapist about
my cash assistance, mental disability & reduced housing options to isolate my
intense mind to be better able to have my mother & stepfather & bedridden
grandmother as friends again. I am intelligent & coming upon my own ways that
seeem to hinder my family such as having a piano to practice tuning as one trade,
setting up messes (contained) to build electronic equipment, bicycles & being able
 to have traveling musicians on tour to repay favors of when I was needing their
couches!
 I feel like a monster & need to love my woman as a man and transcend this abuse
she endured as I had never been physically abused until dating this otherwise
immaculate personality to whom I have [5] years of platonic friendship stockpiled
into as well as [8] months of learning that I had never been able to receive until
this mutually unconditional companionship. I need therapy cognitively to vent
into organization so as to keep her growing .. because I fear she has been
misguided though she is doing fine for herself, maybe I feel that I need to learn
from her how to be a greater man. We have unspoken plans that are simple, safe
& satisfying.. we’ve taken breaks away & sometimes she does not trust my love
for her own perception .. I’m sorry to everyone as I have caused so much worry
for everyone I love with this relatioship. I am crying as I write this. I’m an honest
hardworking ‘artist’ as being ‘insane’ could not be diagnosed through all the years
of being an anomaly.
 I appreciate your time & efforts of attention to bring solidarity, Just prudence &
fairness to this greater community. I’d like to one day have a less formal
discussion about the world one day with you, your honor. I need further treatment
first and I fear that prison is not the place where as Friends Hospital has
seemingly aided in ease my difficulty, but I feel I’m worth saving .. eh?

[xiii.2.11]||: It is now exactly [7] seven months since the creation of “SWEAT-DUST.”
The following dei, as I premember, due to time not being that which objectively may ever
update its scales by averages to lubricate such as interstellar travel & amend each &
every sentiency because there, as I’ve mentioned before, are greater amounts of stars –
such an energy which we have only BEGUN to channel & calculate – in comparison to
haw many lives have been cut shorter by ill-purpose that self-made option to notice such
auspicousness & to pass this memory along, forwards, backwards, upwards, spiralwards,
awkwards, introwards, wordzwards, etecedera [!;] until the formula for such a key is
divided amongst all responsible victims of pure love – space/time (conscious)
travel/displacement; the action to make everyones life ‘worth_iT.’ Soon enough & I want
this to not be as a ‘wish,’ h.o.p.e. that not only the classification of being, become more
vast. Sewn to now bny only warm ripe, processed meats from some animals that were
ever more hallowed than I will ever endure as sufferingt & the sweetest flavor being the
drink mix (Micks), I have had a moment to think in the format I have been able to learn
as language WITHIN to realize I do not write for judgments sake as I need, as all
precious children of this womb, that if this ‘love_letter’ does not contain enough articles
to inspire, distract and/or influence your eloquence, here from this place you are afraid of
never escaping or more genuinely, may figure the PERFECT sequence of events to keep
everything static in that, run off sentences may be designed by peoplethinking these very
same tangents that all conjoin at ta very sharp point, as in the very spaces between each
character of graphite .. to be less than witted, but that I am here due to three days without
expression, that is, by my very own fault, I had not been able to react to the seemingly
NORMAL days, consequentially, consecutively, conjusticely, I know that not everyone
becaomes of ‘trapped’ feeling, loearn how to break their ‘genetic’ coding as in violent
assalts, but I had never been punished in a physical weight & still have only a few
understandings abot how to escape from a situation that continues to accept more & more
gravity (as in mass & not electromagnetism). From being here, I hlearned how to be more
‘manly’ and thus, one dei till this traditionalized holidei (Valentines saintliness via
Romes ehnic tranquility) & it is not useful to combat doubt/confusion/anger/lerium with a
letter!!!!!!!!!!! As the pervious amount of words amounted to only about half of what my
secret may be is straight forwardly & will soon to be mass-common-sense | L.O.V.E. go
to her, touch her, explain the uncondition & that there may not be any other because such
influences, even as so violent, have no measurement to compare the amount of growth
within only so little time in addition to nearly [5] five years of platonic friendship thru
several relationships to push & pull at our attraction (repulsion/neutrality). Here are some
images to remind you of melancholy: Chicago hacsac/bikerode bleu room/friends
visitation/cleaning of toxicity/yoga after Jess & Pat/waking into my
brewath/ukulele/wineglasses @ the Labors (of which document one dei with you in PDX
& both being very well behaved/my first hair cut by you/overdosing /swimming pressed
together/searching for Chinese pizza (scallions?) / vague enough to fit to this one page
[=] book stores, thrift shops/cumming in your anus, mouth, vagina (oops!), gratitude &
respect/sleeping in cars with you / after sex / oh my god – food & how you meet me in
my sleep. We have so much more to go. List the [-] I dare you. I love your void.