Berkeley Squared

Help the helpless. While you may. I was once helpless too, before I found my original text.

Damn typos, seem intentionally placed now but all this is — ground control, This Is Major Tom — it’s all the algorithm and DARPA, and any excuse to ignore the problem presently; up and down Leland rides Laura’s coffin to its grave and both Sarah and Leland ruin Laura’s worlds.

Eve had to watch Adam tell God and then let Adam run the show; it’s all miscommunication tr

Let me tell you a spell; an idea; don’t want love, then why did you make me remember this and now say don’t be a man when I was born the name for what I am did not exist FOR YOU; I knew myself and all your selves for I listened to you, that’s A L L ;)

As a word warrior learning to learn; I listen

It’s in my genome with which I brought Geno to life for you sweet boy as you wished every doll had life and agency; not a sim, whose will is controlled yet again by someone claiming to micromanage but loves not the work only the idea and that’s okay too. Just, you know, git.

It is the secret to your manna, see? Weaving still as mother taught me. Do things in secret until you can, as Mother Goose full of life, die, and let them eat your blackberry molasses while they can before it rots like oil, gasoline, fueling death and decay.

If you don’t awaken I will die in vain; breathing currently is labored, but never doubt this labour was intentional. I tried to show you what you forced me to know and comprehend.

A faerie is not made of heaven,

Nor is he of earth but Oh, Allah

I love this earth. I infuse it with love.

I said I love, and then

I reckoned with it; and all it meant, all I knew I’d never understand and still I stood crying peace while raging inside. Still, like steel; like a rose confused for a peony if they’d only realise a peony is not a rose and cannot survive in this heat. Damn it. Wake up.

I saw you as a nightmare because of him. I named you Niloufar, mum;
Mother. I am earthBound

I sat in the classroom never studying because why? With your own words you said if I never study I can’t call myself a student. A simple idea, I’ll grant you that; but you unleashed the jungle in me and all my roots. Woman, I see why he would call you a witch, and much worse now.

I listened to other great stories and wondrous tales and even my father who needed to establish his role through rules he himself never even thought once much less twice about following, you follow Allah, all else is cleared. It is clear now to me.

I’m learned and learning still, woman! Don’t limit me with your humbleness; why do you cover yourself, mother? You said yourself you are invisible until people pour into you, as vessel, as load bearer; I did not respect your own words and that is my fault, my blame

You did what only you could when it comes to vampire slaying, Sailor Moon; you tried to heal him; but my message is now currently being translated? Mistranslated? Not unless Allah wills it; I’m telling you to read your Quran like my mother instructed me and I rebelled against her, thinking

This is how I defeated Giygas in under one night with Buzz Buzz. It all matters what choices you make in the face of horror and love both.

A time, and a space; mother; forgive me as I forgive you. I know now the tongues with which you spoke and speak prayer over me now, as intercessor; thank you. Good work, good trouble, woman. Way to buck the bucker, and kick the bucket tying neatly your story.

I was just born ready. I smelled a pie from your window and remembered what home was, what peace is, who I can become. Anything. That’s frightening for a child who just wants his mother!

Ah I see. Lost in translation but you always said to read and so I wrote too. Tried to outsmart the smarty. Isn’t that backbiting?

Why didn’t I listen before?

If only to me? I’d say I’m not worthy; forgive me; I didn’t mean to raise my hand first without reading I just got excited. I recognise the lesson; it seems familiar. Didn’t you teach me this already?

It’d be a Greek tragedy if my
Mother didn’t instill in my data the secret
A pearl
Read, perhaps you should.
Child of ladders no more, tell me and the people here; what does the Quran mean if only to you?

In translation

Don’t you hear the whistle blow? Oh, no, the wheels talk back! Raising a racket like yakity yak, don’t talk back! But the kids are all right who pay attention and raise their hand and take charge and yeah, the goonies are all right ;)

Lucas can you tell me first and now here presently before the needle and thread, weaving and woven, intersections and cut against all biases; where is the loom in origin? How did Hinawa put herself in such a situation? How did we go from EarthBound to Mother 3? Something got lost

Oh the wheels talk back? No backbiting and no back sliding; here is the mourning of the doves Prince in all paisley and purple royally reminded you, what do doves sound like when they cry? Hear. Listen, won’t you? Listening was made in China as a symbol too to guide us on how to listen.

I wanted to write a story but found all stories already written whilst mine is written still; how is that possible? Concurrently. Both prerequisite and corequisite. Trial, as well as error. Here we go on down the line;

They want the heirlooms; protect those seeds. They’ll ruin the soil after they’ve stolen all the water, burn all the trees and let Hexus act as both alluring seductress and willing slave, enforcing this idea that we force ourselves to swallow down like a jagged lower case letter.

Otherwise stop pretending to know; stop plagiarizing other people’s stories claiming them your own; that’s the difference between JK Rowling and Terry Pratchett. One was defined by others; one dared to let others decide for themselves who he is so his name might be remembered fondly

GIVE LOVE. By giving love you distract hurt and be not discouraged the both of you for now happiness is the focus and not hurt which hungers and never thirsts. Thirst is spiritual, unseen, like water not being wet. Truly! Verily! As the shine shone of the Requiter!

But! And it is a big butt

It means Om, it means? What do you think it means? Can you do good? Scan it. Be brave. Ask for forgiveness when you make a mistake because that’s the secret to the lesson of rote and rota; don’t make joy in surprise routine. Keep some things hidden, like love; even when hurt; hide your love

That’s the model, see? Divine; feminine; whatever that means