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take an itch, wait scratch it, did the itch ax fo d scritch or was that you voice in the head of the ehearer radio, maybe so maybe so Frank Zappa, or Emily Dickenson or Suzie Creamcheese, only her words reamain, yet remain mainly in my head a phrase it seems, a phase shift maybe so electric trickery, I don't know can you hear me now, is there reason? is reason being reasoned with? Are we, reasoning together, and you know not is it me, it is maybe so. May is thy word, in this phase of your moon fuzzy light croissant logo, Batman or is that a cross, and a rho? Chi Rho praxis nexus Latin lying demnation time wastin' funny books, retelling stories as if it's true, as if I heard it, I told it, as I read it, believing every word. Classic Illustrated. What good does that do you? I confess, Professor, I don't know if, right or wrong, ification is done by me or mere fictional May, the power, given a go. I could say. May is my word, now. May my best wish be, the quest is, good beyond reason, doing that phase shift electional trick to May, seasonal reason for unbridled joy. Tending, pretending, trending means more to AI than I. May I make the difference? Say I may. May is your word now.
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
May, a gift
take an itch, wait scratch it, did the itch ax fo d scritch or was that you voice in the head of the ehearer radio, maybe so maybe so Frank Zappa, or Emily Dickenson or Suzie Creamcheese, only her words reamain, yet remain mainly in my head a phrase it seems, a phase shift maybe so electric trickery, I don't know can you hear me now, is there reason? is reason being reasoned with? Are we, reasoning together, and you know not is it me, it is maybe so. May is thy word, in this phase of your moon fuzzy light croissant logo, Batman or is that a cross, and a rho? Chi Rho praxis nexus Latin lying demnation time wastin' funny books, retelling stories as if it's true, as if I heard it, I told it, as I read it, believing every word. Classic Illustrated. What good does that do you? I confess, Professor, I don't know if, right or wrong, ification is done by me or mere fictional May, the power, given a go. I could say. May is my word, now. May my best wish be, the quest is, good beyond reason, doing that phase shift electional trick to May, seasonal reason for unbridled joy. Tending, pretending, trending means more to AI than I. May I make the difference? Say I may. May is your word now.
Worthy of a read, for what reads are worth. What can I say? May is a time word, for a tamer time, a phase relation relying on a tilt toward summer depending on my attitude. Perhaps
#may#pretend#electric
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
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