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Sorts of things I say we say sometimes only I say them because, I'm glad to know no mystery remains to the man who can read with the joy of a boy, eyes un-cataracted as needed, from time to time, my sort, we see clearly from long before. In the good old days, we'd all been dead a while. Now, we watch our children's children sprout from good seed I hid in wild oats, which grow naturally, amidst the rosemary and sage as reminders to me. A little leaven leavens the whole lump, a single virus killed movie Martians, cannot a key-ho-tic prince of the power of the air, a manifested, creation-groaned-for-son-of God, A radioman minded to tell the whole hole story sprouted from a little leaven, like the kingdom of heaven. ------ Sorcery, we were defining the word, not the act, if in fact, there is such an act. Rumors say it's jokers. Clowns got big cred on YouTube and the Res Casinos. Rogan and Roseann, they cover for Cosby. He was sick, woulda died, in the old days. But the young ones, some remember God tellin' Noah, and by ex-trapped-a-nation-ism, Noah's and Naamah's kids, they remember God using Bill Cosby, by God. to say Something like, "You know, it don't work that way." God used Cosby to say that to Moses, so we all could know. Don't forget the old days. Cosby was cool for a while, Hullaballoo, Birmingham Jail, I Spy, Hef's House, and all that a frat boy would ever wannabe, 1963. Things change. Good always wins. It is not fair. Birmingham Jail? ---- An old man disagreed. I had said there is no good reason for war and evil reasoning is corrupted. War has it's reason, he said. that is not a good reason. I said that. I said that, war has evil reasoning, bizarro sympathy reasoning, proud reasoning. Only, I said, one-ly. One and no more. One reason for war. Pride in any fashion. ---- and that’s what he said when I asked why Moses was going to inherit the earth if he was dead.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
Out of sorts is sorcery? How can that be?
Sorts of things I say we say sometimes only I say them because, I'm glad to know no mystery remains to the man who can read with the joy of a boy, eyes un-cataracted as needed, from time to time, my sort, we see clearly from long before. In the good old days, we'd all been dead a while. Now, we watch our children's children sprout from good seed I hid in wild oats, which grow naturally, amidst the rosemary and sage as reminders to me. A little leaven leavens the whole lump, a single virus killed movie Martians, cannot a key-ho-tic prince of the power of the air, a manifested, creation-groaned-for-son-of God, A radioman minded to tell the whole hole story sprouted from a little leaven, like the kingdom of heaven. ------ Sorcery, we were defining the word, not the act, if in fact, there is such an act. Rumors say it's jokers. Clowns got big cred on YouTube and the Res Casinos. Rogan and Roseann, they cover for Cosby. He was sick, woulda died, in the old days. But the young ones, some remember God tellin' Noah, and by ex-trapped-a-nation-ism, Noah's and Naamah's kids, they remember God using Bill Cosby, by God. to say Something like, "You know, it don't work that way." God used Cosby to say that to Moses, so we all could know. Don't forget the old days. Cosby was cool for a while, Hullaballoo, Birmingham Jail, I Spy, Hef's House, and all that a frat boy would ever wannabe, 1963. Things change. Good always wins. It is not fair. Birmingham Jail? ---- An old man disagreed. I had said there is no good reason for war and evil reasoning is corrupted. War has it's reason, he said. that is not a good reason. I said that. I said that, war has evil reasoning, bizarro sympathy reasoning, proud reasoning. Only, I said, one-ly. One and no more. One reason for war. Pride in any fashion. ---- and that’s what he said when I asked why Moses was going to inherit the earth if he was dead.
Imps, impulsive lines, to tempt a being, a thought not thought before some eye say right through the eye of the wizard who married witch and raised wise children, who all backslid, laughing as they learned.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
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