1)Indis O’Say wrote the words Parasol Picture’s ‘The Munsters” Scene One on his laptop while plugging his headset into the desk top to glean something that might trigger a brainstorm. Indis preferred the Cradle to Grave human subjects dosed with neural tech to the one’s just picked up by Parasol Pictures at any number of casting calls or casting couches.There was something so bizarre and so stilted in terms of emotional development in those raised on Monarch style programming that made these particular human guinea pigs rather easy to read concerning thought pattern.After all the Cradle to Grave human experiemnts were all essentially raised the same way . "Not much reverse brain engineering needed with these freaks ,"thought Indis. Indis O ‘Say ,like any screenwriter used whatever he had available to find storyline by way of needed character study and certainly Brain Computer Interface was about as Method one could get in terms of experience as one could get .Indis was focused on some dink named Dumbo to give him ideas about the character who would play Eddie Munster’s boyfriend who with Eddie ,30 years old ,attends his Father Herman and mother Edith’s 150 wedding anniversary .Eddie Munster’s boyfriend in the adaptation gets eaten by the creature who lives under the stairs to make way for someone much more appealing to carry the film forward. Parasol Pictures had acquired Dumbo and 7,500 others “app-ed’ with biotech as part of some package to develop Direct Neural Interface for the Office of Interior Intent and themselves. Parasol wasn’t the only film studio –doing their part –for National Security .
It wasn't working for Dumbo .He refused to 'stay on page' with the "Remote Viewing " .The little Voice to Skull that should have made it a breeze to write "it " the way they wanted. He wouldn't do it .After all the things they wanted him to say to represent some "type" they needed displayed concerning the domestic problem of "weirdos"being a contagious element online specifically really was not quite in Dumbo's best interest .Nor of course was he exposing how much work went into making him the go to guy for 'internet reform'
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XXXX is in the kitchen eating a Pop Tart .Sitting at the table I use to make the greeting cards.Handmade cards ,a side business that a friend of mine from high school set up where people would send in private “in –jokes”( often to make a particular point of view look foolish or unwholesome in order to generate negative sentiment against it)they wanted added to personalize homemade birthday cards (”Be careful you don’t become that bloated ,drunken bartender you laughed at in Barbados …Happy 38th Birthday Brandon!. .) These cards help bring in extra money. And we need it - because of the cards themselves . A magazine somehow got a hold of some JPEGS of the cards publishing them as an example of my “raw vision” as an artist and subsequently whatever art career I had went to less than zero overnight
But it wasn’t just the cards it was the other stuff Jordan soon began to tell me to write on the paintings for some unknown patron
Lots of money to write little phrases atop creepy looking ,mean people holding flags .”This Land is YOUR land “ indeed- was the point . I think. At the time me and XXXX were hooked on his ex -lover’s dead uncle's stash of oxycodone ....
I went along with it …money is money after all. I didn’t understand then it was me rather than the actual sh*t paintings who this “patron” wanted to represent as”fugly American”
Me they wanted to BE the creepy ,stinky ,hippie ,disgusting mean person hating flags. In real life....or as real as it gets -online ...And next teach me a lesson-with some wild weapons - they knew I’d cry “see,see’see’all the way home page
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XXXX has pushed all the containers of glue and crayons to the side of the table. Real paint won’t do for those who like genuine “outside “ art.Grape Jelly or cigarette ashes means bona fide freak show to depraved art consumers.
“You agreed to play the role,”XXXX said ,”Now go make a fruit roll up look like George Bush and we’ll both toss some clear ceiling wax over it Lover’
XXXX and the other roommates do their best to keep their role play as naturalistic as possible, according to the roommates. I do not appreciate their efforts.
And this I admit is true.I do not appreciate their efforts .I want a real life. Like I see on TV.
It wasn't working for Dumbo .He refused to 'stay on page' with the "Remote Viewing " .The little Voice to Skull that should have made it a breeze to write "it " the way they wanted. He wouldn't do it .After all the things they wanted him to say to represent some "type" they needed displayed concerning the domestic problem of "weirdos"being a contagious element online specifically really was not quite in Dumbo's best interest .Nor of course was he exposing how much work went into making him the go to guy for 'internet reform'
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XXXX is in the kitchen eating a Pop Tart .Sitting at the table I use to make the greeting cards.Handmade cards ,a side business that a friend of mine from high school set up where people would send in private “in –jokes”( often to make a particular point of view look foolish or unwholesome in order to generate negative sentiment against it)they wanted added to personalize homemade birthday cards (”Be careful you don’t become that bloated ,drunken bartender you laughed at in Barbados …Happy 38th Birthday Brandon!. .) These cards help bring in extra money. And we need it - because of the cards themselves . A magazine somehow got a hold of some JPEGS of the cards publishing them as an example of my “raw vision” as an artist and subsequently whatever art career I had went to less than zero overnight
But it wasn’t just the cards it was the other stuff Jordan soon began to tell me to write on the paintings for some unknown patron
Lots of money to write little phrases atop creepy looking ,mean people holding flags .”This Land is YOUR land “ indeed- was the point . I think. At the time me and XXXX were hooked on his ex -lover’s dead uncle's stash of oxycodone ....
I went along with it …money is money after all. I didn’t understand then it was me rather than the actual sh*t paintings who this “patron” wanted to represent as”fugly American”
Me they wanted to BE the creepy ,stinky ,hippie ,disgusting mean person hating flags. In real life....or as real as it gets -online ...And next teach me a lesson-with some wild weapons - they knew I’d cry “see,see’see’all the way home page
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XXXX has pushed all the containers of glue and crayons to the side of the table. Real paint won’t do for those who like genuine “outside “ art.Grape Jelly or cigarette ashes means bona fide freak show to depraved art consumers.
“You agreed to play the role,”XXXX said ,”Now go make a fruit roll up look like George Bush and we’ll both toss some clear ceiling wax over it Lover’
XXXX and the other roommates do their best to keep their role play as naturalistic as possible, according to the roommates. I do not appreciate their efforts.
And this I admit is true.I do not appreciate their efforts .I want a real life. Like I see on TV.
‘I need you to drive me to the passport office ,” I tell XXXX ,interrupting him going through some bills in the kitchen .
“Mexico again ?.Oh Dumbo…poor Dumbo ..No you don’t need to go to any passport office you’re not going anywhere not on my watch ,” XXXX says ,looking up at me in the kitchen entrance.
“Fine .I’ll go to the passport office myself,” I tell him .
‘I thought “your team” doesn’t want you riding the bus until you can get a handle on framing your Mind’s Eye away from close ups to long shots or medium shots .The hell you got from your Remote Viewers for fixating on the mole of that male nurse’s neck had you in a state for days “ XXXX says
“It was an off day XXXX,” I say ,not in the mood for his be-little-ments ,”Sometimes I forget about the mind reading .Especially when the Mandlers are making me see horns and halos atop people’s heads mister know it all . It was a prominent mole .Not unattractive,by the way - if placed in context of the male nurse’s overall visage I’ve learned since that bus ride how to do a Mind’s Eye Fade Out on visuals I know the Tele –Operators mind find disturbing ,” I tell XXXX
‘That’s not what I heard at the Annex .I heard when Dumbo gets angry at the intrusion he basically samples potentially disturbing visual imagery into some loop to think his OTs to try to unsettle the Mandlers decoding his sight “ XXXX says
“Don’t believe everything you hear at the Annex .They can recut a neural read to come across anyway they want.,” I say.
“You come up with any excuse you can to not take responsibility for your own ill thinking. What type of Aberrant fixates on a person’s mole ? “
XXXX just saying the words - mole- bring the entire bus “incident “and the inner vision of the male nurse’s neck back to me and thus to my Mandlers .I wait for some action atop my natural sight .Or a ripple through my facial nerves meant to condition me away from non communal thoughts . The all too familiar tingling through my chin occurs. Without thinking I touch the side of face .
XXXX knows all about ‘The Reigns” .What they do to your face with the Direct Energy and XXXX smiles .Who smiles as such abuses but XXXX.
XXXX did it on purpose saying the word mole .
XXXX is studying Operating Tele –Presence at the local annex and knows what he shouldn’t say to me.
“I’ll take a cab to the passport office I don’t need you XXXX.And I am going to Mexico ,” I say opening the refrigerator.
“What’s a 7 letter word for night sighted foraging rodent?’ it isn’t raccoon, it isn’t possum,” XXXX says,
I look to see if XXXX is doing a crossword puzzle ,he isn’t .
What he’s doing is trying to make the word mole stick in my head like I am on the bus thinking the wrong way about what I see without editing it for the Direct Neural Interface .
He wants my Operating Tele –Presence to act out upon my nervous system and mind .Probably want my Mandlers going aural outrage upon my auditory cortex right here in front of him.But than again one of XXXX’s job is to help condition me to learn how to think in a way that least offends the Brain Consumer Interface . But that’s not what’s going on here.
I try picturing ambiguous non rodent,non skin based Mind’s Eye imagery ,Nothing to do with moles or rodents or buses or anything without letting XXXX see I am telepathizing away from the mole.Mandlers hate close up things like skin .Mole or no mole. It’s pornographic thinking to Mandlers. Mandlers feel the same way about mundanities or conventional sight like one staring too long at a wood grain or kitchen cabinet .Preferring you lean to think at the very least in split screen so Mandlers are not confused about one’s setting .So a Mandler knows you are not trying to “run away”Mind’s Eye style from the interface . Yes ,one often feels as if one were a criminal to the Mandlers.And XXXX now telling me he’s heard rumors at the Annex I am deliberately trying to send graphic material through the Merge Biotech to my mainframe and their very headsets.C’mon!
I decide to bring up the ride to the passport office again but think against it. XXXX will know I am using what Neuronautics calls Deflective Techniques to get my mind and Mind’ Eye off the word –mole.
The one thing a Proxy must learn first and foremost is not stand around like some moron looking like some version of some carnival fortune teller conducting some séance in full trance .Or as XXXX says ‘Some fukin little DUM –BO!”
I am careful not to let XXXX catch me looking at the various logo and colors on the numerous products on the counter top to think away from the unwanted Mind Pictures XXXX is trying to make me dwell upon .I focus on a box of Lucky Charms and Mind’s Eye style begin morphing moles into mountains of marshmallows .
“Green clovers, yellow stars, blue diamonds,purple horse shoes.” XXXX says,as if he can read my mind like some Mandler,”You suck at this Dumbo ..you don’t try”
‘I wasn’t thinking of Lucky Charms idiot,” I lie saying ,” I was thinking of random patterns of cinnamon being added to green tea”.
In fact such imagery I have been working on in my spare time to serve as the equivalent of Screen Saver when flossing or doing any of the other “sick things’’ a Mandler needs you to “keep to yourself”during Direct Neural Interface.
“Ever changing swirls of cinnamon in Green tea. A Dumbo’s take on fractals .I like that . What I like more is you didn’t keep it to yourself . Never tell anyone an Exatitude Dumbo Spice. Gingerbread Man Spice,Spiiiiiice Rack-oooooooon…Ha.ha Dum Dum now every time you drink with cinnamon in it or not you’ll think of a mole “
‘No I won’t ,” I say trying to think of purple horse shoes and green clovers to try to undo XXXX’s association
“Yes you will,’ XXXX says .
“No wonder they want you to go to Mexico, “XXXX says .
“Mexico again ?.Oh Dumbo…poor Dumbo ..No you don’t need to go to any passport office you’re not going anywhere not on my watch ,” XXXX says ,looking up at me in the kitchen entrance.
“Fine .I’ll go to the passport office myself,” I tell him .
‘I thought “your team” doesn’t want you riding the bus until you can get a handle on framing your Mind’s Eye away from close ups to long shots or medium shots .The hell you got from your Remote Viewers for fixating on the mole of that male nurse’s neck had you in a state for days “ XXXX says
“It was an off day XXXX,” I say ,not in the mood for his be-little-ments ,”Sometimes I forget about the mind reading .Especially when the Mandlers are making me see horns and halos atop people’s heads mister know it all . It was a prominent mole .Not unattractive,by the way - if placed in context of the male nurse’s overall visage I’ve learned since that bus ride how to do a Mind’s Eye Fade Out on visuals I know the Tele –Operators mind find disturbing ,” I tell XXXX
‘That’s not what I heard at the Annex .I heard when Dumbo gets angry at the intrusion he basically samples potentially disturbing visual imagery into some loop to think his OTs to try to unsettle the Mandlers decoding his sight “ XXXX says
“Don’t believe everything you hear at the Annex .They can recut a neural read to come across anyway they want.,” I say.
“You come up with any excuse you can to not take responsibility for your own ill thinking. What type of Aberrant fixates on a person’s mole ? “
XXXX just saying the words - mole- bring the entire bus “incident “and the inner vision of the male nurse’s neck back to me and thus to my Mandlers .I wait for some action atop my natural sight .Or a ripple through my facial nerves meant to condition me away from non communal thoughts . The all too familiar tingling through my chin occurs. Without thinking I touch the side of face .
XXXX knows all about ‘The Reigns” .What they do to your face with the Direct Energy and XXXX smiles .Who smiles as such abuses but XXXX.
XXXX did it on purpose saying the word mole .
XXXX is studying Operating Tele –Presence at the local annex and knows what he shouldn’t say to me.
“I’ll take a cab to the passport office I don’t need you XXXX.And I am going to Mexico ,” I say opening the refrigerator.
“What’s a 7 letter word for night sighted foraging rodent?’ it isn’t raccoon, it isn’t possum,” XXXX says,
I look to see if XXXX is doing a crossword puzzle ,he isn’t .
What he’s doing is trying to make the word mole stick in my head like I am on the bus thinking the wrong way about what I see without editing it for the Direct Neural Interface .
He wants my Operating Tele –Presence to act out upon my nervous system and mind .Probably want my Mandlers going aural outrage upon my auditory cortex right here in front of him.But than again one of XXXX’s job is to help condition me to learn how to think in a way that least offends the Brain Consumer Interface . But that’s not what’s going on here.
I try picturing ambiguous non rodent,non skin based Mind’s Eye imagery ,Nothing to do with moles or rodents or buses or anything without letting XXXX see I am telepathizing away from the mole.Mandlers hate close up things like skin .Mole or no mole. It’s pornographic thinking to Mandlers. Mandlers feel the same way about mundanities or conventional sight like one staring too long at a wood grain or kitchen cabinet .Preferring you lean to think at the very least in split screen so Mandlers are not confused about one’s setting .So a Mandler knows you are not trying to “run away”Mind’s Eye style from the interface . Yes ,one often feels as if one were a criminal to the Mandlers.And XXXX now telling me he’s heard rumors at the Annex I am deliberately trying to send graphic material through the Merge Biotech to my mainframe and their very headsets.C’mon!
I decide to bring up the ride to the passport office again but think against it. XXXX will know I am using what Neuronautics calls Deflective Techniques to get my mind and Mind’ Eye off the word –mole.
The one thing a Proxy must learn first and foremost is not stand around like some moron looking like some version of some carnival fortune teller conducting some séance in full trance .Or as XXXX says ‘Some fukin little DUM –BO!”
I am careful not to let XXXX catch me looking at the various logo and colors on the numerous products on the counter top to think away from the unwanted Mind Pictures XXXX is trying to make me dwell upon .I focus on a box of Lucky Charms and Mind’s Eye style begin morphing moles into mountains of marshmallows .
“Green clovers, yellow stars, blue diamonds,purple horse shoes.” XXXX says,as if he can read my mind like some Mandler,”You suck at this Dumbo ..you don’t try”
‘I wasn’t thinking of Lucky Charms idiot,” I lie saying ,” I was thinking of random patterns of cinnamon being added to green tea”.
In fact such imagery I have been working on in my spare time to serve as the equivalent of Screen Saver when flossing or doing any of the other “sick things’’ a Mandler needs you to “keep to yourself”during Direct Neural Interface.
“Ever changing swirls of cinnamon in Green tea. A Dumbo’s take on fractals .I like that . What I like more is you didn’t keep it to yourself . Never tell anyone an Exatitude Dumbo Spice. Gingerbread Man Spice,Spiiiiiice Rack-oooooooon…Ha.ha Dum Dum now every time you drink with cinnamon in it or not you’ll think of a mole “
‘No I won’t ,” I say trying to think of purple horse shoes and green clovers to try to undo XXXX’s association
“Yes you will,’ XXXX says .
“No wonder they want you to go to Mexico, “XXXX says .
“What’s that supposed to mean?’ I ask,sort of glad the topic has been changed without me having to do some Deflectives that XXXX will see right through
‘It means little monkey they want to kill you..The word is ferret ,XXXX says making some mark with his pen.
I get closer to XXXX to see if he’s hiding a crossword puzzle beneath bills.For a second I see the wireless bill as a crossword puzzle. Occipital Override style .I know I must have shuddered because XXXX says
“Nah,maybe they just want to drive you crazy first,”. I go to make myself coffee trying not to look at the K –Cups of tea that now make me think of bus rides and the mole on the back a fellow commuter’s neck.I sense XXXX knows me making coffee means I had to at least glimpse at the Keurig tea.And want to say something before he hums some jingle for tea to try to make the Referential Tea= Mole stick even more .
‘The Mandlers want me to go to Mexico …and stay in Hostels and to just walk around transmitting my observations “ I tell XXXX
“They do that to beginner Proxy just to break them in. They don’t do it twice…If the Operating Tele-Presence is telling you they want you just to walk around like some tape recorder again you’re doing worse with this than I thought .How much time you spend in the last week staring at the Giraffe poster? Or are you to excited to go “Hostel” with Proxy Cyber”
“ I spent Two hours trying to evolve spontaneously ,” I lie.
‘And how much time you spend staring at the white screen to learn how to think geometric shapes ?”
“3 hours,” I lie ,’ And the subject was me asking you to drive me to the passport office not you acting like some Mandler. With or without you and –your watch-the Operating Tele –Presence wants me to go to Mexico and so I will..They want me to interact tactility with some researchers or something in some fancy hotel ”
‘Really Dumbo ?Don’t you think if Proxy Cyber wanted some haptic reads they’d send some 20 year old they “app-ed’ and not some old Husk they want to put out to pasture?..Wake up ..They got you to post the stuff they wanted .They want you gone ..You served your purpose one more post and the entire project was in vain”
In between my jottings I live as a close to an approximation of life as possible .According to Proxy Cyber Wendy ,Taylor ,Liam ,Eli and XXXX were placed in the house to act as a type of variable of demographic and personality type I would or should encounter if I was genuinely leading a Free Range lifestyle rather than being just a Free Moving animal in this testing of this take on cortical modem .Proxy Cyber insists that –this facsimile of “The Real World” that is friends and neighbors in and around this spacious,well furnished dwelling Proxy Cy rented as ‘safe house /warehouse ‘for me and XXXX. Supposedly the house itself and the roommates should be good enough to quell any sense of my longing to seek out a genuine life or anyone not involved in the testing of the Merge neural prosthetics .I am to be rest assured I am missing nothing quantifiable “out there’ away from this ‘lab on a brick “simulation .The roommates who live with me and XXXX were carefully selected my advisor and clinician Dr. K. explained to interact with me and more so- the neural prosthetics in my neural tissue to best gauge universal responses to the type of stimuli various companies ,trusts and researchers presume any normal semi -functional person might encounter in their milieu when Merge eventually and inevitably becomes a must have consumer item. But Dr K. says the main reason I am to spend most of my waking hours in this house thinking and being thought upon by various “teams “who have been trained to operate the apparatus that presents sensory data upon my noggin is because the key players in this endeavor are required to play rough with their Proxy /subject .Men in Black Slacks with little false sentiment that just one person .Just one subject.According to Dr. K. my discomfort concerning the intrusive nature of the testing is selfish and callous .Dr.K. says I get confused that the hate ,terror and madness my “Mandlers’ entrain me with is often tempered by heightend states of love , fearlessness and a type of clarity of mind that is almost religious in it’s signal-ship.I get confused Dr. K. says thinking I am being lied to about this being a realistic weapon except on those “in country” who might easily be thought of as simply crazy for explaining their bizarre contribution to Merge Proxy Cyber.The fact that twice this week I ended up in Dr.K.’s office asking to speak to someone about making a few changes in the “simulation” of Psychotronic Torture upon my mind and soul concerning specious issues such as a need to expand my horizons in spite of the testing to attempt to have some normalcy ,some happiness,some sense of autonomy that has nothing whatsoever to do with Merge proves to him I am holding up better than anyone expected .The needs I want fulfilled are in the second tier of heuristic accommodations a human organism requires to function. no ,Dr. K. says you cannot move out of the houseThe testing can not be impeded by non- substantive issues I would surely be burdened with attempting to live amongst the assorted random ,uninitiated coefficients and tangential elements a state of true independence would entail
‘It means little monkey they want to kill you..The word is ferret ,XXXX says making some mark with his pen.
I get closer to XXXX to see if he’s hiding a crossword puzzle beneath bills.For a second I see the wireless bill as a crossword puzzle. Occipital Override style .I know I must have shuddered because XXXX says
“Nah,maybe they just want to drive you crazy first,”. I go to make myself coffee trying not to look at the K –Cups of tea that now make me think of bus rides and the mole on the back a fellow commuter’s neck.I sense XXXX knows me making coffee means I had to at least glimpse at the Keurig tea.And want to say something before he hums some jingle for tea to try to make the Referential Tea= Mole stick even more .
‘The Mandlers want me to go to Mexico …and stay in Hostels and to just walk around transmitting my observations “ I tell XXXX
“They do that to beginner Proxy just to break them in. They don’t do it twice…If the Operating Tele-Presence is telling you they want you just to walk around like some tape recorder again you’re doing worse with this than I thought .How much time you spend in the last week staring at the Giraffe poster? Or are you to excited to go “Hostel” with Proxy Cyber”
“ I spent Two hours trying to evolve spontaneously ,” I lie.
‘And how much time you spend staring at the white screen to learn how to think geometric shapes ?”
“3 hours,” I lie ,’ And the subject was me asking you to drive me to the passport office not you acting like some Mandler. With or without you and –your watch-the Operating Tele –Presence wants me to go to Mexico and so I will..They want me to interact tactility with some researchers or something in some fancy hotel ”
‘Really Dumbo ?Don’t you think if Proxy Cyber wanted some haptic reads they’d send some 20 year old they “app-ed’ and not some old Husk they want to put out to pasture?..Wake up ..They got you to post the stuff they wanted .They want you gone ..You served your purpose one more post and the entire project was in vain”
In between my jottings I live as a close to an approximation of life as possible .According to Proxy Cyber Wendy ,Taylor ,Liam ,Eli and XXXX were placed in the house to act as a type of variable of demographic and personality type I would or should encounter if I was genuinely leading a Free Range lifestyle rather than being just a Free Moving animal in this testing of this take on cortical modem .Proxy Cyber insists that –this facsimile of “The Real World” that is friends and neighbors in and around this spacious,well furnished dwelling Proxy Cy rented as ‘safe house /warehouse ‘for me and XXXX. Supposedly the house itself and the roommates should be good enough to quell any sense of my longing to seek out a genuine life or anyone not involved in the testing of the Merge neural prosthetics .I am to be rest assured I am missing nothing quantifiable “out there’ away from this ‘lab on a brick “simulation .The roommates who live with me and XXXX were carefully selected my advisor and clinician Dr. K. explained to interact with me and more so- the neural prosthetics in my neural tissue to best gauge universal responses to the type of stimuli various companies ,trusts and researchers presume any normal semi -functional person might encounter in their milieu when Merge eventually and inevitably becomes a must have consumer item. But Dr K. says the main reason I am to spend most of my waking hours in this house thinking and being thought upon by various “teams “who have been trained to operate the apparatus that presents sensory data upon my noggin is because the key players in this endeavor are required to play rough with their Proxy /subject .Men in Black Slacks with little false sentiment that just one person .Just one subject.According to Dr. K. my discomfort concerning the intrusive nature of the testing is selfish and callous .Dr.K. says I get confused that the hate ,terror and madness my “Mandlers’ entrain me with is often tempered by heightend states of love , fearlessness and a type of clarity of mind that is almost religious in it’s signal-ship.I get confused Dr. K. says thinking I am being lied to about this being a realistic weapon except on those “in country” who might easily be thought of as simply crazy for explaining their bizarre contribution to Merge Proxy Cyber.The fact that twice this week I ended up in Dr.K.’s office asking to speak to someone about making a few changes in the “simulation” of Psychotronic Torture upon my mind and soul concerning specious issues such as a need to expand my horizons in spite of the testing to attempt to have some normalcy ,some happiness,some sense of autonomy that has nothing whatsoever to do with Merge proves to him I am holding up better than anyone expected .The needs I want fulfilled are in the second tier of heuristic accommodations a human organism requires to function. no ,Dr. K. says you cannot move out of the houseThe testing can not be impeded by non- substantive issues I would surely be burdened with attempting to live amongst the assorted random ,uninitiated coefficients and tangential elements a state of true independence would entail
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