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the idea that this is as the webs towing spiders in the winds, winding listfully on circuits long ago distorted with mountains and canyons, effecting whorls and currents forcing a way around a mountain for the mists that once watered the flatter feeling vessel we were alive upon, in books spaceship earth one. I in roman tongue, but nothing lasts forever, everything else changes, constantly, be still. be --- realms with in reasons, uni-verse-ity-ifity agregaton setting liquified stone, some how (wise) wegsheid sehen Sie veer left OOPs loops, left from when this was a decide point. FYI, it was my idea to go through the wall, I was the one who went through, not you, I came out the front door, not you, but you didn't run, you were my friend, in this projection of a decider point, we passed adaptively, as if augmented with a allyes promise, ala all ye, all ye, outs in free... message from base aye, I A-ok a intuitive influencee feeling tugging, not pushing, gentle pull, slow and steady spider woman, grace for grace. let flow this thread in ever let it tangle with the wind, we hold in our fists, and the thief looses owning his good for use, the joker lifts off, with a laugh, doing good, like medicine, loosed when one hand claps, without the other knowing, science-wise.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
Kiting a thought
the idea that this is as the webs towing spiders in the winds, winding listfully on circuits long ago distorted with mountains and canyons, effecting whorls and currents forcing a way around a mountain for the mists that once watered the flatter feeling vessel we were alive upon, in books spaceship earth one. I in roman tongue, but nothing lasts forever, everything else changes, constantly, be still. be --- realms with in reasons, uni-verse-ity-ifity agregaton setting liquified stone, some how (wise) wegsheid sehen Sie veer left OOPs loops, left from when this was a decide point. FYI, it was my idea to go through the wall, I was the one who went through, not you, I came out the front door, not you, but you didn't run, you were my friend, in this projection of a decider point, we passed adaptively, as if augmented with a allyes promise, ala all ye, all ye, outs in free... message from base aye, I A-ok a intuitive influencee feeling tugging, not pushing, gentle pull, slow and steady spider woman, grace for grace. let flow this thread in ever let it tangle with the wind, we hold in our fists, and the thief looses owning his good for use, the joker lifts off, with a laugh, doing good, like medicine, loosed when one hand claps, without the other knowing, science-wise.
A page pondered while examining my life fifty years after the key decision
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
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