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My Place begins with my body my chest and drawers. This is my Geograph a locus in position and in no position it is in the quantum sense, both vibrating and fixed the geography of my cell please do not call it a womb even though the WOMBwarmth is my sanctuary to be worshipped from this kind and bedtimes bitter distance... born in an accident, which cast me crazily, macho, in kind, from which kind, I changed my mind and all other aspects of mankind into that kind, which is the one whose emblem

is the emblem of the moon. A picture one might say, the divinity which I venerate moon which is illuminated time it did brighten and unbrighten it at times. She is a shadow and a shine.

And I close all these things. No, this is not a womb. This is a veneration of the womb. A God a Goddess who is light and dark. Pleasure and pain. Largely good but she has her miscarriages hear HER wiggl, a little corpus' curvatures, her little corpus a revolves around and men in legislatures make months and betimes for legislatures outside this place in net homelessness, which is beyond this enclosure. Yes, they make enclosures by legislation and cops and jail should they be able to find me and I will hide for them but there are no certainties there is a something that will make the cop knock on the door. He would.could.wont to make me go to a jail where I am to be molested by men. . . when I wish not to be a man ever, ever again so men will enter violating violently. This is my cell. This is my flag here, see God's constancy's icon? This is my moon who has no rosary but worry beads and worry which in beings are no religion of anything. And all anxiety and all worry is more as dangling from a flag that is not indifferent. But reminded that there is great Caprice and a great dice throwing and a vibration and fixation which makes this world exciting.

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Beauty. Breasts on a penitent un-manned meat are as if a music, a folksy song 

to which once-a-he does dance the wholly Holy

as the HomeLess Outside, sidewalk of concrete.couches

and therapies of jilt

with the cacophonics of crowd OutThere

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