What comes first? the thunder, the lightning, or the Commanda R?

details inciting must wait. I have until 9:49 pacific morning to publish my inciting NUDY.

antag is the pattern

Do you want to be truly helpful as a man, woman, or the overall Theydomme? Okay then — Overdoing it is the antagonist. This post won’t be what I want. Butt it will be what I need. Because the PATTERN is the only true antagonist.

The ANTAG is the PATTERN — the pattern of TIME which is WAR.

Somewhere along the long road of my writing, I settled in to use the *7-point storyline. By settled, I mean I became a mental nomad flirting with it in the field like dating a hummingbird. Because Commanda R batters the psyche.

Because the IRROTIONAL creature in me (the pain of my former VDAY activists icy cold now held as peace friend builders in P*SHIP warm, that warm I’m waiting for), yeah, I have to turn DOWN the BIG BIG of big tits author do-over. Meaning I could not and will not overdo (and out of timing) BIG BIG to self/publish another bestseller as my logical escape hatch.

— Logical escape: [To avoid humiliation.] write the BIG then enroll you. No matter how knowledgeable, skilled, and able (<<<HINT!!!) I am to write and deliver another one. Another book —

No — I won’t do what the pattern told me.

I won’t consent to be the BIG BIG first in order for my Commanda R to matter to someone.

Please become CLEAR with me — there is no shade here, there is a hole made by lightning scorching the earth in OLD me (MJ) to create a future unknown (MJA) to dance down the new (Scorched Peaches as sexual consent language).

dance it down like NUDY lightning

All my clothes are danced off, they became light. Your fright OH NO IS SHE THROWING SHADE needs correction. There is no tree anymore, so no shade just memory of your shame projected onto PATTERN storm. Your old activist performance person you knew became a Commanda R OAR REVOKING the pattern. No tree means no shade, only rightful fury where none of us can hide.

SOW! know my NO — not shade below. Just Scorched Peaches earth waiting for reconstitution (R!) thru peace friend cleansing ~ my “miraculous” build path for mysterious, nourishing, shame game CHANGING peace friendship.

Logical: the following draft-and-blog-published memoirIZATION is delivered at feet of the PATTERN and not the PERSON I knew receiving in the midpoint of my LIVING MYTHIC *7-Point storyline (don’t go away in search of writing tip, it’s linked at end, be patient, wait pls, or R U 4 the BIG BIG? uh oh…)

U R Warned — change in victim pattern is group earth work and it hurts.

Antag is the Midjah

Hey Wonders in the Field, did you hear the rumor? Old MJ was taken by the lightning. Struck down by JAH in delight. Apparently her devotional NUDY turned shamed-trapped light into a mystery beacon. And the lightning found her.

Remember when we saw each other in the Woodruff Field of Joy? After all the strike! dance! rise! RISING was done and were sitting there by our stage and the crew was tearing down? exhausted sound system. All I feel is that metal park chair and no coffee cup and thrift store white linen against my black lace palms and your hairdo staring at me without investment in love, waiting me out to feel up my story skirt. Like a battered Commanda R fooled again, I let it spill. I did that. I let my beauty spill out again, my scorched peaches tea blend spilling out with no cup butt gravitas stage breasts. As soon as you gulped my tea, that sex AND work laid upon my corseted life docket, you said I WONDERED WHAT IT WAS and you got up and left. walked away. You, Escorted by Pattern, our only world antagonist. My community escort? ewww wee! I made Archangel Mikey cry that day, butt what you don’t know? you were the only organizer in our 8,000 riser field I told. that day or any day til 2026. I did that. I’m responsible for that. So I want you to spit that old tea OUT ’cause it’s still in you. Wonders in the Field is needed by more than us two to flush out that gross. Not you not me not V, it was Pattern that followed us. I changed my name so it couldn’t find me again. Midjah. Let’s wait together for that ‘special’ story and direct in the field as SISTORS? both hungry knot for story butt for new. I know I know! Story of girl rising cold on a park bench IS something to celebrate. We do and we will! BUTT SINCE THE MID of NUDY is this Lighting mystery art photo I made expressly for US — and like, wow, PATTERN say naked nude & crude, I stand NUDY — like confusion over a nude art photo isn’t ANTAGONIST of Eve made? My NUDY is my resourced midpoint. From victim to freedom. You can’t hear me nonlinearly without the BIG BIG and I can’t do that again. Not to get your attention. So…I must wait until you to sit down again at this frigid park table to change the game. Yeah, since no one can hear me yet, I guess I’m gonna go. [goes to get up] UGH seems I’m scorched in here. trash can for a hat effect I guess. ahhhh, no, you go for now! I’ll clean myself up. oh HEY! would you tell someone? the lady grousing the most about my NUDY as gross, would you tell her? my Antag is the Midjah because these hated Eve things, my NUDY nipples? my YOU SAY bad tippers? I need resources to serve. my new waitress moniker is Midjah, so that’s one. butt this is a harsh scorched peaches hole down here. lever, force, and resistance, um it’s not here any other way unless I fulcrum me OUT by the living beams light of my NUDY, R-resource that my mom gave me. The ditch is the place I call scorch-of-self, my Georgia peaches sick butt bushel looking good. bouncy. down in it. Give a hand, Wonders? I changed my mind. On the field of play, I changed my mind. Join Me down here? black lace gloves, we can wear them together on the inside.

End Notes ~ nonlinear seems sloppy to you? Have you ever SAT AND JUST LISTENED ABLE TO HOLD THE PRESSURE of woman receiving a man’s junk, fingers, camera, tongue on, near, and cum without her express permission? YEAH that’s nonlinear, not rational, emotional, **IRROTIONAL creature work. **Gravitas to the mighty V and? what’s needed FROM YOU to hold the grace so the lightning may come. THIS note my way to inform: I JUST COULDN’T HOLD the detail that it’s*7-point STRUCTURE, not 7-Point storyline. U Say know the rules (structure) in order to break them? Pattern says I’LL BREAK THE GIRL. Sow! Go point your body TO UNKNOWN WEST on Ponce de Leon and sniff the scorched air…some girl’s spirit is being broken down there by the existing structure of Commanda R held in place by BIG BIG work only aka PATTERN of social proof she exists as evidenced by a represented artist. I am empowered, white educated privileged WATER accumulating in the clouds as breath 4 her, inciting your lightning. Support my mystery stand? Good luck!

(((A)))