1st chapter... 1st Riemeann segment of first chapter..
Jessica Drew was dreary lost in the wandering selfsame deeps of a deep square quantum well inside her very much a done oven she was a furnace brewing a heart in a furnace was she very well and a diddy-a-loo... she was a lassie-fancy-farncy dew a moist woman done philosophy in the character of the moist eternal.. she was soul to her stomach and her belly was spider-power.. she had an iktomi soul and the moistness of her soil quintessence reverberated sonar 'clept a sonar world was hers and her alone knew the heh james joyce shakesphere was her inner core stratosphere the outer limits of her robotgirl self for she was on autopoietic function and a bipolar automaton was she.. a true Keltic Queen mab a moist drew woman.. a Jessie woman.. a Jessie james woman.. a Jessie.. a Jessie drew.. a Jessie drew.. she was a cowgirl moist was the treu Jessie drew.. a Jessica of drub-drub down the club drain of her soul well a photon-girl was she peering her gaze into herself and gazing into her Jessica selfsame abyss of soul herself thru a black slit she saw herself and spilt herself like a milk fresh daisy milk down a rum milk drain she came thru as a particle and a wave.. a quantum smear Jessica drew moist a spider of true soul iktomi she was... To paraphrase James Joyce she was an ebony girl and emma frost was an ivory boy..
.. emma frost was an elephant tusk.. she was born out of the jungle of the Congo she was birthed to out of her own self-cannibalism .. this was ivory emma frost.. a gold-seeker of the riches white gold ivory was emma frost treu and treu.. the elephant death was hers for she caused the death of elephants many and this was her skeleton soul this was emma frosr as a skeleton soul the death of many elephants in the Congo.. massacre treu brute emma... Burrus and Leo Schidlof would write about her and she was no man's lovely daughter.. was she once Countess Lady Lovelace inventor of mathematics she emma frost... the math of her soul the soul of a Whale Emma Frost.. for she was Leviathon.. and Thomas Hobbes tried to improve Plato's work on the Ancient State.. Emma Frost was Sparta .. Sparta.. Sparta haunted Emma Frost's soul eternally and made of Emma Frost's treu ivory soul a damned life and deserved death which was modern art-deco Spartan Vogue Woman Emma Frosr.. a Spectre Spartan Woman was Emma Frost... and her soul quintessence of rainbow dust was an elephant ivory tusk Infanticide of Ancient Sparta venerated by Plato and this was the selfsame gaze into herself of Emma Frost.. but is was a standing water shallow abyss this selfsame selfgaze was.. for she was a Shallow Woman Emma Frost was and she cried blood and Thunder in the French Revolution and Death to the Aristocracy of which she was One... a treu gentry Fabian woman she Emma.. lost in the Frost of a French Wasteland.. a frosty pubis black was her true damnation.. a black damnation of her eboy pitch coal pubis was she in her lightning dawn self .. she had a cantelope body and this was her electricity and a true dappling, smattering, sprinkle of rainfall upon her cantelope body which was her sensations of electricity singing her blood neurochemistry.. lost in the hemoglobin wars of self emma frost was.. a woman a sword a division was she....
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