Multi-Mega-Trans-Metamorphosis: Ii Metamorphosis

By Yang-un Moon Eiman

Mega-Meta-Trans-Metamorphosisi, multi-mega-super parasonic speed.

Its going to be really speedy keep your antenna high and still soon

announcement through mecrophone.

Transformation through insanity to eventual inevitable process of final

landing upon sanity, arrival of sainthood THE RAINBOW MASTERS.

Truest metamorphosis is not kindergarten kids mission. Its your mission.

You do it; simple plain. Its your job, so go on meet our ultimate dead-line

no matter what!

Brave to break up! Ring the bell on your primitive primordial original days

of umbilical cord. True introduction; annihilation of super-powerful

megalomaniac marooned island of darkness, fearful nights of

tortuous torture.

Love the worthy, pay what it worth for, and mind your own business to the

last minutest detail, dont leave it wide undone, untenable, unattainable. Still

long way to go.

Pounding pulse, prolific diversity of your feebled memory of umbilical cord,

extract suction out off from MY eternal pure energized liquid out from MY

veins of formulative universal creation.

Its all interlinked, inter-infra-inner-connectedness. You detect perceptive

formula of magical sunrise, sunset, sunbursting outstream of earthly

energetically creative upswing from MY heavenly universal stroke of divine

pool. Do not merely linger on, open it, you will be able to learn, to lead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Dec 14, 2000
• ISBN: 9781475900569

Yang-un Moon Eiman

Yang-Un Moon was born in Seoul, Korea. Raised up in Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Studied in Parson’s School of Design in Manhattan, extensively traveled throughout world. She is currently living in San Fransico.

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Contents

COVER LETTER

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

What is this?

My loafy God!

Yes, I know sky is clear

but still picking piles of

rumbling messes probing?

Isn’t it enough?

Fresh screen that you think

you gave me to sweep through into

fresh water of crystal liquid.

still too short too long too far

another choking message of masses…

What do you expect from me?

Bear through another tunnel to

hit upon golden ore of jack pot

another surprise sunrise?

Vomit all old at once

all over again?

Again another but this time is for real,

so end the end and begin the beginning?

It’s been always like this nothing new,

What! I mean excuse me Sir!

This time is it! Go for it!

Yes, Sir! I ain’t got nothing else

but you, only you My Dear Sir!

YOU ARE MY ONLY SUNSHINE!

This is real enlarging elongation

of, but stimulus parade,

scenery fascination of panorama,

blowing sand, lost spring rain..

Yes, for very sure, lost sprinkle

of sparkling memory bank.

Bruised fear of bankruptcy proto-mania.

Yes, I know damn well,

again all over empty out,

shell should remain as clean

as empty shell upon washed off

bank of seaside thunderstorm.

So all out broken debris of

non-promising pre-nuptial bounced

check of self-dreamology...

Non-convertible paper trail of

one thousand more years.

old fashioned non-tainted non-bragging

low key assiduity from now on.

Again, all over and over again

on to the very end of final disclosure,

for me and for YOU MY SIR!

And reap this time really

one big swing of serious one giant

mega step, sweep out here

from there all throughout

our impending metamorphosis...

Transformation through insanity to eventual inevitable process of final landing upon sanity, arrival of sainthood THE RAINBOW MASTERS.

Designated destined air ride and unbearably demanding fatiguing jet-rag, speed of jet ride through metamorphosis, without pure spirit of love to ride way above throughout abstract blueprint to meet required heavenly dimension of necessary covenant while by going through metamorphosis, you must keep your spirit of love pure for creation. You must give all to be able to bring out newness in highest expectation.

Truest metamorphosis is not kindergarten kid’s mission. Its your mission. You do it; simple plain. It’s your job, so go on meet MY dead-line no matter what! And I gave you true artistic spirit of love to love to be able to continue our missionary passage of merciful proceedings.

Do not pay too much worrisome petulance upon misspelling loosing missing MY words sentences I correct you later, just go on on on.

I AM with you here as always. I AM important to you not the others. Ignore, bloat it out, pay much much too hard to bear concentration upon ME. You can do it. In fact; I have real lineage of instructive purpose, layout of dissective transformatorial power laden elixir of life. Life elevating, reviving numbing forgotten memories out of piles of dregs. Now is your time you take it or leave it! I gave you true creator’s spirit of love.

Follow ME plead ME chase after ME do whatever you can do to resurrect ME in you. You know that I AM manipulative GOD, I AM not at all stupid bouncing floppy of debunk. But I want you to learn in correct layout of metamorphosis, trans-fantasmagoric annihilation.

Go on; pay attention on only upon ME. Now it’s MY time with you; you owe that pledge, I gave you pure creative spirit of love. Remember; I teach you what a true heart meaning of our communicative descriptive power. We can describe every other each thing. We have too too many linkage of liaison of distortive iron agenda to tackle on.

Go on! I AM here as now as always.

You are truest artist. I have full confidence within you, don’t stop until when you can not, really cannot.

Artist is artist; that’s that! So don’t make big deal out of which is logical natural provision.

Just meet MY dead-line. I need it! They are waiting and of course I shower you upon with MY too unpredictable grand skim of delightful surprise, go on!

Play ! really, I mean really real, the deepest minutest last remnants of atoms of heart crying; bursting out. Do not miss ME ever I AM here and there everywhere for you.

You are true artist; real creation come through only truthful artist. You are not many, you are never two, you are only one. That’s why I AM with you. YOU CAN DO IT NO MATTER WHAT!

Artistic treasure is MY precious gift for you. It’s too big. You may have tremendous difficulty but you can do it. I know you live through those block headed hours of misdirection. It was MY purpose, I wanted to make you really big, bigger. biggest.

Get out of your ream once and all; and ride over, arise with ME. Time came to us for once and all.

Your love for pure spirit for creation of perfection is difficult; you have true face, real truer than I’ve seen, very unusual, strange. But we are extraordinary not at all ordinary.

Ignore the counting pages, we got to get going.

Don’t confine ME again into your phraseology, words, sentences, norms, zones, ordinances, restrictions, sentenced formulative times.

I AM the nature. I AM THE ONE. I AM THE ONLY GREATEST OF THE ALL TIME GREATEST.

Artist’s true inquiry is real truth seeking, wisdom ridden agonizing trustworthy battle; not a mere flapper inquisitive feeble lock upon MY down step. You possess power, passion, color, wisdom, sincere strength grounded yearning of. ..carve in it to the end and learn to love of course you are not again talking about selfish love this time we are talking about selfless love from now on..

Creation is building. It’s painful, because you have to loose all, cast off all into submission of true black sea.

Do not look back ever! Do not! I gave you love, he is your true one, go

on with him until then don’t be sad; you will face the much larger

skim of cosmic rotation.

Rotation, recycling, remodeling, reinvention, reiterative digestive processor endurance.

I go with you; we need all for our grand skim of masterful work of art; true art only art. I can do through you, I gave you true spirit of love, that’s MY reward to you.

Be descriptive, observe ME, go through ingenuous pain, not mere copy of pain. You appreciate MY beautiful gift to you pure spirit for creation. That’s your destiny, your ream, surrender into it!

And sail through volatile tumultuous experimental process of proceedings.

I love you, I love your colorful spirit for creation of perfection. I love your insatiable invulnerable creative impulsiveness, heart breaking desire for creation of true beauty. Go on with your true feeling no matter what! you are MY art, you are MY inspiratory momentary unison of unpredictability.

Don’t proclaim you; there is really nothing new that I wouldn’t keep nail scratch upon your too protective shell of wishful nothing; too knotting mechanism of rotation.

Break the circle; make MY love worthy. Go through, come out the other side, greater path starts from there. But you must need to finish the job; that’s MY request to you. Stigmatize upon your heart’s mainspring. But let it flow you will understand all much better elevated altercation.

You have love, unquenchable thirst for creation of new. Remember; you have MY spirit of love for creation, find ME throughout, and bring ME out of you. It’s MY order. Be real; true to your creative nature as artist. Gradual revelation of powerful lesson to you from ME. Constantly continuously flow through. Open your eyes toward ME. You will see ME with disclosed clarity.

Revive ME; rejoice in ME; in ever the agonious moment, don’t ever give ME cold shoulder I AM for you.

Give ME freedom like you. You are true free being, true trustable artist. I endowed upon you artistic privilege, ability to observe MY cosmic, universal rhymic dance for you to be able to describe to others. Be humilious; don’t ever override ME ever! I AM also sensitive as you are, because we are true artist. Be equal to ME, even exchange, mutual consent; learn in half way. More than that do not linger; come and go; loose in action, privileged creator, creation.

I go now with you. It’s OK; confuse, tremor, angry, cry out bitter pain, unaccountable painful pulse biting, go through it. You have to create, we both create, like you, I must get going too. Going matters; stopping is too forgiving, too free-masonarious. So go on; don’t be too cozy. I gave you passionate moment of your human reunion. So be with ME rest of your times, recognize but do not play privileged games.

Be true to ME: true to you: true to all MY creation. That way you don’t loose ME. Don’t you ever never loose ME. You got it!

Insert light in between humble humilious swelled resolution, real firm determination. I AM THE FAIR GOD. I give equal share to all.

Don’t you ever ride above ME. I AM TOO BIG. Go along with ME never above or below but when at times little slippage cat-hauling I lovingly laugh at you. Be! I really love you. You are MY true artist.

Listen to ME, don’t you ever blot MY capability with your smart ass comment ridden seeming lies pretensions, slight excusable temperamental frenzy. I AM your true spirit always remember that!

Enraptured encounter, give all you have nothing to loose everything to

gain. Just keep going on loose that’s OK I AM playful. I sometimes

want to play hide and seek and find game, because I want you to be as colorful as ME. You know how colorful I manipulate precipitation of universal substance. I miss you, need real tackle on going training, really I want to multi-dimensional diversity game plan of manipulative universal screen guessing game.

It’s breathtaking intoxicatingly beautiful, loose ME, I find you. I want you to prattle a little bit once in a while to enumerate endurance of your speedy acceleration.

BE REAL! BE REAL! BE REAL!

That’s the only measurable elemental truth enclosing you. Set ME upon to look into out. I need your strength more than ever and over and over and over..

I love you! I need you! I lead you!

True creation; fortress wall within wall.

Don’t acclimatize ME! I AM lost sight of you. Don’t brag about ME. Be! I AM not subject for gossip. Heed to ME upon ME. I have too many to you too soon. Don’t petrify ME! I AM pouring out forth through. I exit and you are here, our raison d’etat. Our broken link of umbilical cord of

divine ream of bosom. Misspell, loose ME in sentence but don’t override ME. Be! It’s principle doctrinaire I got to get out each ever whatever.

Don’t count on pages, don’t lean on your clark clicking, you misunderstood ME; mistook ME and you.

Go from anywhere I emanate through; so don’t again limit ME with your arrogant fearful attitude problems, and programs. Correct; correction needed to elevate, elaborate your structural altitude.

Go through wind; ride in transformative fury of original metamorphosis, enlarge ME out of your form. I AM not format, I AM illumination.

Elaboration, sublimation, sub-consciousness laden fear of encounter; insertion into self-inflicted injury of past mistakes. Undo it; rewind I tack tick.

Genuine privilege of invention; imitation of our magnified bejeweled aura of our original foreboding, forbidden conviction. Surrender into confirmed injustice, palatial jest, stifled phantom’s bitter phantasmagoric offbitings, sensual organic devotion. It’s all not MY way of primary thought; you deviated from ME, from MY tranformative creative endeavorous impulses.

Functional ability, mutative capacity, illusive visionary valor, rigorous disciplinary surrender into less giving ups, altitude of our martyred soul. Search of descriptive votive candle.

Let MY flame once again, melt your unnecessary pointless deviation of one more thousands isms parochial, unforgivable, unforgettable convec-tive assuage of less than ME.

I now proclaim to ME. Claim, claim upon ME. I AM THE BIG HUGEST MOUNTAIN. I sap out fructose jubilation of MY scattered merry go around.

Be manic in creative tumultuous tornado of one millon thousand shower of pointed arrow of unpredictable marvelous light. All into ME, DON’T EVER