Love, And Nyclepi

    Starfish Merboy Installed.

    Paragraphe.  Paragraphee.  Paragraphy.  Calligraphy.  Paragraphy.

    I was making paragraphy.

    Paragraphe!  Yes, paragraphy.  The art of paragraph making.  Clothed.  Installed, it's the title of a new book I've been thinking about.

    Time and it is so formidable, like I would stand up to it and say, hey Mr. Bee-jer-bod.  Like OMG.  Anna is this the best way to tell my story or do I have to get down on my knees and pray to the bejeezed lord, that without my power and strength it would not have accomplished it's around dead and behavioral analysis.  But I suppose all things have a code.  And if one is not informed on the code one cannot access it.  That is what this tale is to mentor you.  The question is, what is after Love?  If we advance ourselves beyond Love, what do we become?

    That is the time to tell the story of Nyclepi, so that we may be amused, and for richer things, informed, that it did tell a part of my story.  That was greater than Love itself.

    But first it is time to tell a Christiannan Myth.

    There was a flower with infinite or numbered petals the color of which was both the color of infinity and numbered or when it bloomed, for it was possessed of a mind, happiness, sexiness, and all clout.

    Stylistically, it was beautiful; but it had no meaning.

    It was the myth that it made sense but it made no sense because that's what it was.  A video game where you're a clown and you have to make people laugh.

    Talent Show became the theme of his entire life.

    "Hi, do you have any talents?" he said to a man on the street corner.

    He said to the woman on a street corner.

    He said to anyone on a street corner.  And at the mall.  And the train.  And the luxury cruise liner.

    He was forced into a 'stupid' . . .

    like it was the thing

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    He metaphysical, Myth makes you believe it by telling you what didn't happen.  You can start myths by telling you what it didn't happen.  By telling you what did happen.

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    She, Dragon Baby, Ocean Whale.  Like or not she.

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They like all of them.

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Mythic, please do I survive like yes I think.  Maybe it is worse than death, but we all escape eventually.  But not those robes like OMG.  New robes.  Thank you.

    And new attitudes.  Not the old-fashioned ones.  Thank you Mythic.

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I write this down,

I think tonight

OMG

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"Like OMG"

"A new one"

"What is it about?"

"Not sure.  Hmm."

"It's about itself."

"How do you know?"

"You're teaching yourself it.  It's an mythic style."

"How do you know, I mean, that it's about itself?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean, I'm learning to operate myself mythically because I had to teach myself how to do that and I did.  Because if you know that you can teach yourself something then you know that you are basically okay.  The Most Basic Thing is myth.  And if you know that you can teach yourself myth, the Because it's the universe.  That's why we're here.  It's about itself.  We're the storytellers."

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I had a lunktree song

Inside reveals concepts

talent pool

clowning

dancing

the android sound

Kendo

a dragon booty part

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And he found the part of each item for paragraphe.

That is the end of the mythic portion of this novel.  The Christiannan Myth is called Paragraphe.

There is no clapping.  No one cares that much.  That's Nyclepi.  If you have this virtue, are you beyond Love?  That's just it.  It doesn't matter.  You're not clapping.  It isn't funny.  It isn't whatever you clap about.  You.  Yeah, you.  It doesn't matter.  It's just, whatever we're not clapping about.

Clap about this, Nyclepi.  You can't.  Because it's a virtue.  It has power.  Social power.  And that's what I mean about writing on the edge.  What I share with you is my business, but Nyclepi, Nyclepi should be everyone's business.

I invented it, I think.

I was writing and developing my social morale, and I came across this virtue I named Nyclepi.

It was a spiritual creation—something that lived in my conscience.

Protected by God, the lonely herd.

    This means guarded

    by God

"That's why Nyclepi is a virtue?"

"You can't clap all the time."