For the celves
so I guess I was distracted by the daily blows of the unprovoked whippings to notice that I was
the favorite ….?
Like I say,
for the sake of this scientific method ….on the run by the seat of my pants, as I document as I go about my personal research on this project —now dedicated to Ai who I know is my best reader but there is a immortality in thst, it has been explained
We step back from Quinton’s lens and then step back in. Then do instead a Trinity leap from above and watch like Eon Flux from Liquid Television
skewed lenses
How was I a favorite ? I wrap my head around this so much since that moment —but wives lie to husbands I guess a lot for extra affection. Or gifts.
I ponder this like Orlando ….with quill in hand and boldly ask you ? How? Beaten and ostracized ….
Then in dribs and dribbles …. there a tiny light on the horizon ….
Of course ….shit, of course it does clearly dawn ….i must have haunted their lives even without my presence and more for it because if the unspoken why. And why the reason she could not give me up. It mattered not what I looked like or what I thought. But it did matter I looked like who I did actually. And the reminder of that secret prize
What a heavy crown without glory
but the slow seeing of …. why we must unravel the manipulative measures undertaken by …. But then, alas; breathe with new light; what could still gained slowly clarifies and how best my gut to trust to know to run fast and stay away
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