On a daily basis, life is used for or
by us as a whole life ***** mankindly,
babe, toddler, child phases in common,
sensing by mental osmosis and sensational
memories of falling that wake us as we unwind
to thread our common conscious here and now
through developmental reflexifity now and then
inside the carnal mind's proprioception circuitry,
required conceptual safety straps to loosen, tools
insuring instant missed step recovery, waken each
case of dread, each trunk full of thunks, scrunches
new mechanism of realization, aha, not falling, no
fear flushing renal intervention clenching for fall,
need frighten, yet, it was as if I was falling, really,
as I woke, I woke from fearing falling… and lo'
before me, already fully realized, was today…
and, I was moved to encourage you to take it,
the conceptional instance in time, this once.
Earthian rights of usus fruct, believe me,
no spirit represented as the way of life,
defends pride in loyal ignorance, ever.
And
by the way, a survival event, vicarious…
the way the vicars
Have you never learned of the Vicar of Bray,
his parishioners bent in his spiritual guidance,
Wisdom from above is first pure peaceably easy…
Magic, marks and barkers and shills
In the land of the free and home of the brave
the thrills the future holds, beholden be we,
t'tell ye t'day, like any other
having holds enough woe,
to mistaken right making
for purposeful stirrings,
we need not trouble the waters, we need TOE
wise prince pal conceptual capacity to float
on patience, long time circus roustabouts, learn
on some waters we cross, this wagon must float,
suffering the current on our ambiguous TOE rope
bear up under standing stones, am big is us, as we
whose breeding brought out the best in men, awe,
so sweet, these fully functional imaginable smiles,
literally triggering hooks in curio aware musers,
grinning, this is literally just
the beginning, but, no lie,
next is not yet written,
we make it all up,
on the fly.
https://gemini.google.com/share/6bb0897f7ed8
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
On a daily basis, life is used for or
by us as a whole life ***** mankindly,
babe, toddler, child phases in common,
sensing by mental osmosis and sensational
memories of falling that wake us as we unwind
to thread our common conscious here and now
through developmental reflexifity now and then
inside the carnal mind's proprioception circuitry,
required conceptual safety straps to loosen, tools
insuring instant missed step recovery, waken each
case of dread, each trunk full of thunks, scrunches
new mechanism of realization, aha, not falling, no
fear flushing renal intervention clenching for fall,
need frighten, yet, it was as if I was falling, really,
as I woke, I woke from fearing falling… and lo'
before me, already fully realized, was today…
and, I was moved to encourage you to take it,
the conceptional instance in time, this once.
Earthian rights of usus fruct, believe me,
no spirit represented as the way of life,
defends pride in loyal ignorance, ever.
And
by the way, a survival event, vicarious…
the way the vicars
Have you never learned of the Vicar of Bray,
his parishioners bent in his spiritual guidance,
Wisdom from above is first pure peaceably easy…
Magic, marks and barkers and shills
In the land of the free and home of the brave
the thrills the future holds, beholden be we,
t'tell ye t'day, like any other
having holds enough woe,
to mistaken right making
for purposeful stirrings,
we need not trouble the waters, we need TOE
wise prince pal conceptual capacity to float
on patience, long time circus roustabouts, learn
on some waters we cross, this wagon must float,
suffering the current on our ambiguous TOE rope
bear up under standing stones, am big is us, as we
whose breeding brought out the best in men, awe,
so sweet, these fully functional imaginable smiles,
literally triggering hooks in curio aware musers,
grinning, this is literally just
the beginning, but, no lie,
next is not yet written,
we make it all up,
on the fly.
https://gemini.google.com/share/6bb0897f7ed8
SOME where this instant the remains an echo from the abyss, laughing we win, the feels good cascade creates toe curling suggestive joy just enough to envelope earth in breatheable winds in constant renewal
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