4 47 burnout

An Excerpt of a reading, an excerpt of faculty 

Willow Haven Psychiatric Institute

2476 Ashford Hollow Road

Blackwood, MA 02148

4 47 Burnout

I have never been taunted with such a low as my current predispositions. Metal, lewd with the rust of something akin to a luther, never redeemed in dreams of unholy men.

Metal forging organically, in the rot of a forthmile of bees, drenched, coddle, like clay art.

Germaine is not infantile, he understands infantile, he understands now that the infant full of breath, is searing, a totality of antinatalist oxidatives, he understands that the infantile is alchemic, and above all dressed in absolute verity.

Germaine is the free reigning gold of summertime’s sand, collage with air, Germaine asks of a price, a price of existence.

These words don't posses any form of verity, but is elusion that describes itself circumscribed by the antitheatrics of Germaine.

Nevertheless they are in it purest centrism, Hyperlogical, Hyperstructralist, drenched with numbers of oxytocin

Above all Germaine is an understanding of revolution, yet it's not self differential, it doesn't repeat, it's absolute, it's hyperreal

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Germaine, he finds it hard to lay neutral in his sterility nevertheless being subdued by anarchist properties of sebessy

He resets again.

Germaine loses stay when the biologies rank the truants up, making hedonism, a finer heaven, the internal sebessy ruptured and sweatned in the absolute births.

If one must kill sebessy, they will need more than biologies, they will need germaine, and above all a suicidal ideation unlike any.

There is no cadence in these words, for they structure out the hyperfanatiscism of imagery prior to the devotional aesthetics, each sentence wane homologous, in differance, strenously remorphing into the magnetic resonance of it's anti aesthetics.

Yet one must understand that this is the very sebessy in Germaine that ruptured the overzealous rhizome, for one already knows now that Germaine doesn't repeat or differentiate.

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I have become Germaine the lord of  KNITTED SEAS

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The pesticide re-emerged, the centrist’s harmonia now runt up, in a masochistic feudal to all dysphonia, to not posses such beauty is simply to not understand it.

Germaine is not infantile, germaine understands infantile, Germaine being both erectionist sublime,  and propagate in all vectors a recurring depth unseen and display dysphonia in means of lack of eroticity, lack of a general physics, oceanic abstracts that purge twice and twice.

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Germaine is Dysphonia 

Ogled 

By 

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Mobius Strip 

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Why I seem so transverse in my elusivity of Germaine can be totalled by three nauticals

1. The freudian enthalpy recurring in perfect eccentricity is hyperinertial.

2. The localisation of sentient properties, as one must remember that Germaine is an opaque of a property, the very opaque manifestation of a structuralist dillema, is infact hard to maintain due to the freudian reverence and worship of the momentary environment.

3. The artistic aesthetics of sebessy 

The epistme of the derivatives of some unpredictable Germainian dramatic, is in its bleeding corpus, a fathom of the dissociative ego. Germaine when in the carves of his full hegelian consciousness is obliquely and infinitesimally and simultaneously shattered by his inertial aesthetics to Sebessy 

One of the proud recourses, is the choking, with blitzing irreversible rage, sinking in turmoil in godspeed, further intensifying in resonance with cannibalistic aesthetics of the Hermes.

Hermes, and the woman of the antipodes, now remarked in ageless fashion proves as the first allegorical simulation of Germaine.

Germaine is a reverberation of the modern quantum fantasy, to be diluted by the hyper ruin of the construct of the aromatic architecture, a delocalization perplexified by the very quartet like nature of its solitude, it reimagines, through a simply incombustible vessel that rank uphill, in the forms of a sebessy, the mordern quantumness focal now with the maximal unconditioning of the night, the bands of definition that run down like choke hair, now sphinx with a firm fanaticism, now pictured with complete ritual constraints, the face of the mighty lion, twice far from the woman of antipodes, the lateral nature of this scope deliberately undefined and starving itself of a any diuretics of freudian lengths, the uncomplacent face, break away now midheart, before it's actualization of implicit allegory nor it's degree of aesthetics that now cease in the cardiac season.

Viewing, a tent stricken, the laft that falls beyond yet my left eye, a stature of lightning, for to understand that migraines come and go

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Germaine , the teeth in a pull, conforming now to waves of posh, the lemon citrude ocean in miniscule s, now that atom terrain a hiroshima, it travels onto him, like insectivore, scavenge the deity of skin, returning the quantum monotonicity, the genuine kindles of superposition, slowly freak like tamplight Gaia trees, the xylem oozes the stark of a livliness, Joyce, oh Joyce, the eyes turn Hezra

Have onest heard of a

Gentle

Insomnia