Chess as a dating application for dating Queenside pawns
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“Chess is a mirror image of my societized logical mind on KB7 and My heart born of cultures passion occupying KB2.” -kbp
“Fabric of Enlightenment” from which gait training is made accessible to every human being. I, King Bishop Pawn am responsible for securing this checkered stain torn off womb of life. Surgical strike scalpel of voice, efficiency of inquisitive desire of what dark residue intentions the black king had left behind. Stain was made when he shit his immortal pants. White King of purity bolted his scrawny ass out of our kingdom. I just wanted to examine residue effects of his ideology of darkness as a viable color.
Sea of peace and tranquility rolled giant contentious waves, forming swell funnels rip currents within cultures tribal leaders rainbow headquarters quadrangles courtyard of expectations. Singularity and his entourage of 7 dooms were put in detention. A place where time consumed all relationships and forms of communication.
Isolation so vast that without omniscient awareness of conscious existence, it would be impossible to express yourself or receive incoming identic pulse. A veil between our realms separation from abyss of 3 dimensional existence. Sentient origins birth place, beyond time space and matter, now accepting applications for leadership roles on Council of Species Elders.
Being an introvert, I had no desire to be involved in community matters without first securing a corporeal date with the Queen Bishop Pawn… I was horny.
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“Shh …be still,” Queen Bishop Pawn squires.
Focus; seen her before ...deep forest squares, young maiden’s third. Once, bathing in blue-white satin pond orb of awareness. Luminous passion fog girdles her bubble swirl personality. Expectation’s cliff flows silk trait pedals flutter, charm’s waterfall hypnotic noble succulent nutrient grows molecular-curve nipples from which wildlife suckles. Glitter of nurture, species stature ethereal, antimatter emulation of nurture, contrary to earths matter construction. It is matter that is the initiator of ideological genocide of cultures roots fed by antimatter, anti-space and anti-time.
Superpowers of her tribal gender identity over looking state of my condition.
I'm in her eyes. Express tends wounds… delicate, but firm. Efficient touch, devotion duties, pawn family. Aurora smile effervescence flows Nightingale's triage delight. Discerns past darken shades, hues of my condition. Trauma slows, suave of her soothes seared conscious echoes… A look about, draws supple close, whispers sung....
“Rest..or’…ation' of code Sen...ti’ents'
flows a'looon'g streams of Con'sciou's..ness'.”
"Love Reign O'er Me" The Who
Her arboretum conscious decor radiates nebulae puff roams of …yellow neon silk strands optimism. Evidence of Queen's council. Young green operatic-feminine mystic, pascal thorn-free root-vines resonance of her systemic emergence. Evolves a pulse bellow fertile rainbow-nutrient seed, from her ambitions soil of desire.
Virtuous warrior, bare low sword ready. Passion hot curves yield tan muscle flows. Primal equality functions’ purpose of Pawn duo. Hue’s emotion, true purpose, deep low dip, shoulder blade strong. Bloom, pascal cleavage, moon shadows elations allure. Embedded devotion, to heal that which is already known.
Motives bloom burgundy-rich nectar, fibrous-succulence flowers her garden bloom identity. Idealism’s precious soft plumes ambitions germinates queenside garden floor. Shrouds of white path laden with rose petals, 🥀 fresh of softness hope…
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“Express Yourself” Madonna
Passion nurture sword poised, ready to execute refractive expectations. Posture threatens absence of fair maiden possibilities. Gait arrested,escorted away. Slip shawl enlightenment from touch, covert desire, her well-being.
Queenside color’s her feminine arboretum glory, engulfed by plumes spectacular. Voice’s rose hue lips elegant concerns. Strong antimatter power, overcomes conscious scars of my kingside horny nature. Timbre, sooth utterings rush of silk hallowed glory.
Conscious: Polarizing neon strip glow show of arboretum intrigue, identic belly button tease, cougar hunt prowl. Elations maginations, abrupts heart’s courtyard gazebo training protocols, in-her-face data tongue transfer denied….
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"Dream On" Aerosmith
Sound solitude steps numb heavy towards Castle gate, despondent, until Weeble.“Not in mood, Weeble.”
“Hooah.” Route steps quietly. Good to have battle buddy. No Immortal officers back rank protocols. Always about consciousness formality, out of Bishop's way.
Young maidens, lords frolic square dance fields of awareness, along coral reefs of black/white training. Riding, playing tag, Knights along foothills, Bishops concert oasis unfolds, wade pools, gentle hum, chorus leisure. Surfers paddle crimson passion curls crest on event horizon prime. Gestures sound waves jetties peace toward Earth.
“Am I ugly, Weeble?"
“Need a second opinion now?" Tout of a smile.
“I’m confused… You don't have scars.”
“Your rescue united us. Impression of singularic voice, not able to isolate.”
“Do you know terror?"
“My friend …” Sonic resonance jest soft-accentuates warmth glows in council chambers of trusted guest’s welcomed wisdom….
“Language of pawns familiar because of mass cultural expectations of conscious social environments. Encounters of cultural exploration take place in chambers of heart, where intent and motive forms voice of fellowship safety, our Identic path. Terror obscures voice of purpose with synthetic ideology of 1.”
“Yearn to serve, earn an eternal name, be more than now, and of course ...get laid.”
“Ambitions vines thick; what's up with this lone passion sprout?"
"Got to second base and then, she ‘Fire / Iced’ me."
“Ouch …What you sing?”
“Intent.”
“You need strategy. I would’ve sung a few notes from chamber of motives. Saying, “Voice can never be perfected unless it can become all things at once zero.”
“Interesting." We have been friends ever since our resonance melded on fields of chess training.”