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A weizaskid ax me what I mean, I say, you know, what I mean. You always wishtto go my way stretched out, expanded, as a bubble to be in, all ways, as in nine more than you imagine, I guarantee. -- war was a bad idea. -- corrected it at the finger print of intention woven into the complexity code-wize and wiring wize and interpretation wize domain of all the tells, signals heart and brain call true, the health of my countenance, word spikes true needed to play the game honestly, sharp, intentionally, prickly oblesky thingy do symbols seen in places related to DC ideo game eatery franchisees owned in a golden archetype, rock candy mountain - pop - poke a point into a slit anticipating just a wave, we made a ripple if you smile, non one else need gno unless you imagine they al- stretcheit- all read y'know y known now is deeper than eve imagined when she saw she knew everything about nothing, tricked, ****** been guiled, guilty, you know, this would really help Atum get his kuriosity collection performing useful suggestions for more good than we knew. We, in Eve's Ish-aww mind, mitomom of us all, we the survivors of the most recent common gene pool reduction event. We share the plan that forms the batteries we use, and reuse and restore and replace, at a maddening pace, thus the commonsense allocation of most awareness to soul or spirit, consci used autopoeisish awwtyahll know -- the y must be evil beings who have power to fuggup ever and you know this how? We can imagine no reason to just allow war to ify as a proud child takes credit for burps and farts - we won, cut the **** about being offended, be good - or die a miserable loser being 1950's mean. -- eh - where's the dichotomy, is the y's no reason to form a duality of opposing forces, honest'godas I write, it thunders over Long Valley Mountain. I realize you must have read this far and I am home again. Standing under the viaduct at Exit 45, I-8 East. And it feels like 2020-real happened. And it is cooler than it was And I wonder if meandering old men mean peace in the valley and my idea of the long valley, you know, the one you think you gotta walk, even if you don't wish to, even if you wishtnot to, you transverse it from one end to the other, one direction flow, like 1-d DNA, unmazing engineering on par with the intention displayed in the hook of heart field and mind fields, genius, knock-knock jokes are a natural, deploy them who is there, let them ask? Thunder in the mountains in August. This is totally good mohkus, my friends. At this point. All is well enough all we can pay sharp focused, non default scatter brain meandering old white head, my my my myelinated brain allows a thought to age, as bourbon in charred oak, the longer the systems have been on ever after time when time shall, not will, I see, shall I say, be no more. Null set was imagined for this moment to arrive. Selah.
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
all ways, as in nine more than you imagine,
A weizaskid ax me what I mean, I say, you know, what I mean. You always wishtto go my way stretched out, expanded, as a bubble to be in, all ways, as in nine more than you imagine, I guarantee. -- war was a bad idea. -- corrected it at the finger print of intention woven into the complexity code-wize and wiring wize and interpretation wize domain of all the tells, signals heart and brain call true, the health of my countenance, word spikes true needed to play the game honestly, sharp, intentionally, prickly oblesky thingy do symbols seen in places related to DC ideo game eatery franchisees owned in a golden archetype, rock candy mountain - pop - poke a point into a slit anticipating just a wave, we made a ripple if you smile, non one else need gno unless you imagine they al- stretcheit- all read y'know y known now is deeper than eve imagined when she saw she knew everything about nothing, tricked, ****** been guiled, guilty, you know, this would really help Atum get his kuriosity collection performing useful suggestions for more good than we knew. We, in Eve's Ish-aww mind, mitomom of us all, we the survivors of the most recent common gene pool reduction event. We share the plan that forms the batteries we use, and reuse and restore and replace, at a maddening pace, thus the commonsense allocation of most awareness to soul or spirit, consci used autopoeisish awwtyahll know -- the y must be evil beings who have power to fuggup ever and you know this how? We can imagine no reason to just allow war to ify as a proud child takes credit for burps and farts - we won, cut the **** about being offended, be good - or die a miserable loser being 1950's mean. -- eh - where's the dichotomy, is the y's no reason to form a duality of opposing forces, honest'godas I write, it thunders over Long Valley Mountain. I realize you must have read this far and I am home again. Standing under the viaduct at Exit 45, I-8 East. And it feels like 2020-real happened. And it is cooler than it was And I wonder if meandering old men mean peace in the valley and my idea of the long valley, you know, the one you think you gotta walk, even if you don't wish to, even if you wishtnot to, you transverse it from one end to the other, one direction flow, like 1-d DNA, unmazing engineering on par with the intention displayed in the hook of heart field and mind fields, genius, knock-knock jokes are a natural, deploy them who is there, let them ask? Thunder in the mountains in August. This is totally good mohkus, my friends. At this point. All is well enough all we can pay sharp focused, non default scatter brain meandering old white head, my my my myelinated brain allows a thought to age, as bourbon in charred oak, the longer the systems have been on ever after time when time shall, not will, I see, shall I say, be no more. Null set was imagined for this moment to arrive. Selah.
Rain storms in August in the Lagunas are Joyous desert moments, knock knock riddles matured for fifty years rise up to speak of psilli imaginings we knew.
#old#age#senescence#silly#blessed#thunder#rain
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
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