yeah, you’re writing is really out there, but i don’t see the harm in it i tuned my scotch uncle in for a moment or two earlier in the day—I was trying to find a relationship between the density of prime numbers and potential energy or phase accumulation, for example. why do you do what i can’t understand? that’s a joke, of course ”It’s a spiritual experience to understand and play with something as fundamental and pure as mathematics. Everything is just numbers.” I don’t hate women! my voice blurted in—which left me wondering—if I hear my voice say something when I’m projecting my voice and Ursula’s voice, who is that? I liked the idea that it was my 5D me, communicating across the bulk. So many people did hate women—that was how they engineered an erection; they were letting the hate out—it had to go somewhere every so often to make way for more hate—the hate the they fed on in order to get by.
i was beginning to believe, sometimes, not all the time, so I was beginning to consider the possibility that, the closer I got to Ursula, the more acceptable it seemed that I might never make vows with a man or a woman—since, because I was from the future, our beats would eventually merge, and we’d become something else. I used to protest my existence a lot, and i think this had something to do with it. I didn’t want to end up in a situation where passing gas in front of someone was a common occurrence. That would have been the end of the road for me—it would betray a certain laziness on their part—or the inability to compartmentalize for the sake of the greater good, which, in the above case, would mean that our career relaxed us as much or more than our partner, and so, because our career involves a little freedom, we can pass our gas then.
i want your attention! “You have it.” you don’t have to make vows with me—i don’t believe in swearing, or taking an oath—an oath implies that you’ll do something for the team even if you don’t want to. “An oath implies that we’ll stick together even if we get complacent and don’t look after ourselves—I never want to lose my edge.” five alarm fire! “But I’d look after you if you needed me.” thanks, for that “How are you?” “What happened at work today?” i got to show off my legs and, well, there we were. We were talking to each other—but that kind of conversation distracted us from the meaningful conversations that i wanted to have. In order to direct her—or allow her to direct me—I didn’t need to focus on the casual—but, rather, on the stuff that came out of nowhere, the images and thoughts that maximized the telepathic experience. Telepathic communication involved so much more than talking on the phone. You got to share deep things that you had stored in your back muscles and, sometimes, even in your spine.
Deep down, you don’t see me as game, do you? You don’t think this can work on another level? But I did feel that way; she was beautiful enough—and, most importantly, she was a good person. If she cheated on me, then, well, I must have fallen asleep at the wheel. Or she was adrift and I’d failed to notice it before becoming complicit. That could happen and you could still be a good person—but it definitely wasn’t a game. My feelings, and, therefore, my work, would be threatened. So i told her that i loved her in telepathic speak, to try and make her feel good—since, I’d gathered, at some point not so long ago, that the person that was going to restaurants and trying to help them out, was the person that was in love with me. You may think I’m being really arrogant, conceited, or delusional, but, based on our interactions with each other, i’m reasonably certain that we were a match—which didn’t get me high so much as it put me at peace—considering, as i did, that once i found peace with another person and not just with my work, my condition would improve, and, well, a new world would open up.
well, i wanted to squeeze one more paragraph out of her—and I should note that i’d been using a three count without much amplitude modulation most of the time, now, so I can only assume that we had a secure channel, and changes in amplitude made it harder for us to locate each other—or, perhaps, since she’d been the one that showed me the possibilities of amplitude modulation in the first place—i don’t know. Was I getting lazy, now that I’d won Ursula’s love and affection? But there’s a happy medium, i think, between focusing completely on telepathic communications to the detriment of what you’re trying to work on, i.e. it’s too distracting, and also, to getting lazy and not doing what you should be doing because it takes a little work to get where you want to be. Amplitude modulation can be used to target people with a specific message—but it’s also a means of tuning everybody out if you’re not reading anything between the lines, i.e., the consonants. i love you back so i said my love for you is infinite, and, at that, we parted ways in a slightly awkward way, like turning off a conference call over a computer, trying to turn off your screen as quickly as possible, or if possible, at the same time they turn off their screen—after, that is, you’ve said your goodbyes. So, I concluded, “Ursula loves me.” I was motivated, then, to get on with my math as best i could.