Prescriptive Ebola Nymphomania

One early bright colored moment the eyes couldnt make the difference between the waves of colors…everything became …white space I had to mark my BEING …….. i vomited it was my first marking ..something that belonged to my Memory Igniter of Neuro-Erections or M.I.N.E Every time i evolved in this space i got lost then a MINE apprears like an island Once you get too close to reach it, something blows and smashes the MINE i called this phenomena Prescriptive Ebola Nymphomenia or PEN pandora’s box would be a tinker toy to the PEN well this came from « CAMPI DI CARTAPAGLIA »

THE PEN THAT MOVES IN WORDS THE WORDS THAT MOVES THE PEN THE BRAIN THAT MOVES THE HAND THE THOUGHTS THAT COMES TO THE BRAIN THE CREATION THAT FLIES AROUND OUR THOUGHTS THE IDEA THAT FLOWTS AROUND OUR CREATION THE LIGHT THAT LIGHTS THE IDEA THE EYES THAT CATCHES THE LIGHT THE LIGHT THAT’S MADE OUT OF COLORS THE COLORS DIVIDED IN THREE THRE COLORS TURNING TO CREATE WHITE ……

AND WHITE IS THE COLOR OF FREEDOM AND FREEDOM COMES WHEN YOU ARE A PRISONNER A PRISONNER COMES FROM PRISON AND PRISON IS THE HOME A HOME TO REPENT TO REPENT FROM THE SINS AND SINS ARE THE FRUITS OF LIFE LIFE IS TO BREATH TO BREATH IS TO LIVE TO LIVE IS TO SIN AND SIN IS BLACK

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