I Don’t Have One Concern For A Soldier, A Nation, Nor A God. I Worry Only For The Fate Of Theories

"The best story is written within a closed book."

Four walls, 1 call, and too many multiple halls. I’ve been this charmed and blessed...

My mental state is of an incomparable truth.

Death-to-me, as I am besieged!

1 ceiling and 1 floor... how should this not...

just as more, Become asked of for sure?

Why does this light forgive, and of its time...

Who has set such a greater purpose?

The moment of life and death’s meet is quite....

An oddity. We kiss and hug, to showcase our love.

But with what body, thought or word should EVER,

--EVER begin to speak so... sweetly? 

As if the blossoms of every flower is to burn with blood

-- whilst dripping from the spines of thorns.

Grow boldly, tiny Goddess. Your forest here, is an old man’s

once forgotten finest. Please (dearest little) forsake no brother.

They fight and kill, all destroy over your affection, remember me.

Love like a vine...

-Never like fruit.

Never, absolutely ever... justify truth. Only once it is supported, we then teach others failure.

Frank, NX.

How many letters must I scream?

The world, all of it (our perception’s -anything’s) is pre-determined by just one [a single] wavelength that can only be accurately graphed from an (X, Y) Linear Quadrant.

-Since this mathematical formula determines the resolution (i.e the location) of a molecule’s center mass, all numerical, atomic and radio frequencies... all energy is created through a singular identity “0″.

That equation between a fractal and a prime number concludes the necessity of a positive and a negative set of numbers.

If the higher and/or lower frequency of any known radio-wave is found exclusively throughout physics, our concept of mathematics are limited due to the symmetrical knowledge of quantum and geometrical patterns.

Centermass however, is always outside of any given shape or physicality of either mass or quantity.

I personally experienced a near-death experience 16 days after this post was entered into the digital-network (through a military-grade knife and an NAVY-trained personnel). Wildness.

"I smile, like drytears of emotionless eyes."

"A mechanical bullet that transforms by continuously reverting the surrounding frontal portion of the ammunition, which is realigned inside/behind the remaining metal, so that the bullet can inflict repeated (yet limited) increased damage."

She spoke, simply freely and alone.

It was a silence, in an motionless stare.

The stone missed, each one, every hit!

They spited their moshes,