It’s Blue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It goes on forever,
I have drum sticks or fiddle sticks that they stand by just in case, they helped prevent the one I killed from being able to rape me and my family,
them being by them helped them even though they’re not the same ones we had in college, I KNOW UNIVERSITY!!!, but having them there by them standing there as they fought them when they noticed that I was fighting someone suddenly while sitting alone, they cleared out what seemed like tons of voices that immediately filled my head,
we cleared them out before I could concentrate enough to begin to regain control of my lower body, you sticks were there next to them and I got really really angry enough to begin thinking go from rape victim to surviver to rapist killer as quick as I could because my family was still at home, it needs to be safe to play again,
you should call them whatever you want because I can see how calling them anything reinforced by the site could be annoying after a while, fiddling or twirling or just we all liked to have toys that we contestantly played with to keep ourselves occupied when we hung out all together, I’m sorry if anything I’ve written has caused you harm or any problems in any way I don’t even know if I’d forgive myself for posting your name without asking because I couldn’t find a way to contact anyone and I CANT USE SOCIAL MEDIA AT ALL FOR REASONS!!!!
I have literally killed people more than I thought I would in my life today and found out I’ll never be able to love anyone the way I’d like because of the person I’ve become by killing the people who needed to be killed and every single one being an additional ‘version of me added into perspective after having killed the person’s body of with I’m within now which is a combination of the echoes of their soul and brain including their nervous systems and how it combines with my mind separated from it’s brain and with it’s nervous systems and how they eventually get combined into mine and how while separated the individual me’s connect to make a larger me mind that is also connected with each individual me minds and all perspectives can be viewed separately and together as one but has to be both then, Every time you played with them at school was important and helped me kill the rapist,
it is safer it should be made more and I will keep killing until it is,
I’ll buy you a new box of cosmic brownies the next time I see you or I’ll find another way to get them to you, I have our yu-gi-oh cards on my dresser, my deck and Tyler’s, they were both used and don’t have safety’s, a fight to the death, everything in the rapeists life failed him and we killed him, we played to get get better and still have fun, we played so much we got together and found an official website where we could play online and got so good that we couldn’t lose and eventually so good that the site was marked unofficial and then closed down, it was because we owned our cards and they didn’t as well as always pushing ourselves to get better each time, eventually we played well enough that reality and the game itself did things we barely noticed yet begun to change,
the literal companies responsible for the card game and show changed almost entirely in ways we didn’t notice, everything else was the same with the show and games but some companies and credits changed slightly just enough we’d probably never notice except I did because I’d always investigate weird things to look into like that, I think we were meant to find how the show we watched changed from how we each watched it and how each version could exist in its own universe and still be its own thing and that we could have our own version that would be a combination of them either naturally occurring or something we could carefully select and put together on our own, we got one of my cards to be more powerful than all 3 Egypt ion God Cards played consistently enough that it seemed the latest rule update was based on changes we made and barely talked ourselves about that could have been based around Yu-Gi-Oh the game itself somehow tracking people playing and keeping track of the rule changes and making changes they themselves and somehow we did something like that and barely noticed,
power comes from everywhere and eventually he could no longer understand English but I could still see and hear him clearly so I forced him to point out any unknown unknowns as he was being killed by some other things, I told him that if he doesn’t want to see the writing on the wall then look down left right up down adventure now I control where it looks Lucid Boards are all now all boards and any white and can be used to make his eyes follow a specific pattern that will damage his brain,
it looks where I want it to without having to write down any information because the wood itself changes as I touch it and it becomes a message that the pattern must be followed and it begins to as it stares and I feel its brain in parts like I can wrap my hands around them the same type of patterns that I must follow when I trim when I designate areas and know that it matters what the timer says when I finish the appropriate pattern of trim zone completions and record my data because we always progress the most efficiently and effectively naturally to get better unlike anyone I’ve ever been around,
as it’s completed I begin to feel the few spots on my brain begin to bleed but I begin to feel many many many spots on his brain begin to bleed and he could no longer control his eyes or his mouth and as I began to make the decision to kill them I thought of Tyler and he said you shouldn’t fucking have to think about it kill it better so everything else does as well, we would have matched against each other but we might have been the only ones in the house to truly understand the difference between a match and what a fight really is we’d never get into any trouble while at school because we knew that if we did and there was a fight we’d have to kill without hesitation or difference from how we do anything else so we’d avoid conflict when we could but we each had said that when we would that we’d be able to better together than either were and that we know how to kill in ways that the other couldn’t and we killed it and I’ll kill any like it in ways I couldn’t analyze but I’ve somehow gotten even stronger, I’ve had no sleep in a few days, people have literal made a game of trying to rape me and I’ve been able to kill them each and every time enough so that they’ve stopped trying to indirectly influence that I need proof, it is no longer needed because of my nervous system and how it adapts to consuming the nervous system of the person that I kill to make itself a stronger nervous system every system we put together at school and every writing assignment we went over and improved, just one letter read by a person from an author is enough to have that authors nervous system in it’s entirety begin to manifest and fight against any threats and certain books are triggered by things that prelude events and I could control the flow of electricity within the Tesla ball how can anyone predict what they don’t know can be controlled and made better, it gets sharper, it gets sharper, a fight to the death, we won it lost fucking yes like a game that’s the fucking point we won, then I finally got to TEACH THE LESSON ON CLOSE READING THAT I WANTED HOW DO YOU DO IT AS ANALYSIS LIKE THIS YOU FUCK AS CLOSE AS YOU CAN AS HARD AS I COULD THEIR HEAD INTO THE PAGE ON THE DESK THAT I MADE THEM WRITE WHERE THEY WROTE ONE WORD “DOESN’T” AND THEN I SAID AS I FORCED THEIR HEAD BACK DOWN AND INTO THE DESK AND BOOK AND HEAD INTO THE PAGE AND SAID YOU GET FUCKING CLOSE YOU FUCK AS CLOSE AS YOU CAN GET CLOSER AND I PUSHED ITS HEAD DOWN AND MADE SURE ITS EYE WAS OPEN AND HELD OVER “DOESN’T” AND SAID ITS EYEBALL IT GOES! Fucking around and around The D and and again and it goes fast and now exponentially so and then it moved around the D so fast and in such a pattern that I could feel it begin to damage his brain and then I said OK NOW WHAT IT DOES IA KILL ITSELF WITH ITS PEN THAT IF USED AND IN CASE YOU THINK THAT IT DOES LOOK AT WHAT YOU WROTE IT SAYS “Doesn’t” and hold it in front of you pointy end up and slam your head down onto the table with as much force as you can and I helped them move and it went through their eye and all I could think was I LOVE WRITING I BUT WE DONT CALL THAT FORMATION THAT SO WHAT DO WE DO!?!??? Then I felt it within my brain and body begin to go from sudden dying faster pencil through it’s eyes BUT MY BODY WONT ALLOW ME TO SEE THROUGH IT AND SEE THE ONE EYE AND THE OTHER AS THOUGH THEY ARE MINE AND PROBABLY WAS A GOOD THING BECAUSE WHEN I FORCED MY FACE OVER ITS OWN WITH MY PERCEPTION PERSPECTIVE BECAUSE I BECOME THE MOST INTIMATE WITH THE ONE THAT I KILL AND WHILE I KINDA BECAME IT WHERE IT WAS MY FACE BEHIND ITS OWN QUICKLY DESOLVED ITS EYES AND SAFTEY FEATURES BEGAN TO EXPLODE AND BURN LIKE NERVES THAT WERE FLOATING THAT BECAME SUPER HOT AND DEADLY, I experience their death as they die, fully, I connect with my kills to the fullest extent that I person could say connect to each other with a woman, like sitting in rooms separate and then all the sudden WELL WHOSE HAND IS IT BECAUSE UNLESS YOU HAND IT AND YOUR HAND- IT YOU CAN THEN (IT BECOMES A WHOLE FUCKING THING TRUST ME) Half my hand would be there’s and the other half would be mine, It was dying to slowly so I told it to kill itself better and somehow while face down with eye with I inside it then grabbed another writing utensil and shoved it deep into its fucking neck, I feel them die and when they leave to go to another dimension and more importantly their pain, I felt them the whole time and IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME BECAUSE I GOT TO TEACH THE LESSON! THE LESSON! I DID! THE LESSON! The progression continues and the craft improves and everything progresses and I TAUGHT THE LESSON! THE LESSON!!!!!, GET IT, Lucid Self-defense Close Reading Word Choice, I came up with that all by my self, I still hear myself yelling ITS CLOSE YOU FUCK GET CLOSER ILL HELP, THATS WHAT IT IS BECAUSE ITS MINE BUT BECOMES YOURS TOO AS MY BRAIN FORCES YOU TO MOVE! THE LESSON CONTINUES BECAUSE IT GOES ON FOREVER AND HAD NO END AND NO BEGINNING PIGLACE’s BLUE LACE HAS NO END AND NO BEGINNING AND PARTS BECOME WEAPONS BUT REMEMBER JUST PARTS EVEN IF THEY START TO TALK! I moved around within its dead body as myself that was still inside it when it died that I could to enjoy physically being inside of a dead body longer than most people and I was fucking screaming IF NO ONE IS FUCKING HERE THERE WHY SHOULDNT IT BE MINE BECAUSE IM HERE ABD WITHIN IT AND WATCH I CAN MAKE IT MOVE AND I FUCKING WAVED ITS ARM AT EVERYBODY BUT WAIT IS IT DEAD OR IS IT ALIVE BECAUSE IM HERE AND IM ALIVE SO I MUST BE ALIVE WHEN THEY SAY THAT I DREW A LITTLE PICTURE WITH UTS BLOOD NEXT TO ITS BED,
I TAUGHT THE LESSON! THE LESSON!!!!!!!!