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Signal come to Jesus time. Ring the muffled bell, march on, Spring festival acknowledging time to break the Lenten Ramadan etcetera surviving tradition after sweating fats away after filling all our borrowed vessels brim full --- take an instance as mere thought forming thinking being tested pure platitudinal umph aha, insight, clairsentience once, and just once, we must agree, we own, such times clearly my own and not another's with me, until I let out my breath and let you in. No, this is not that altar call of old revival games. Dammed shames on you, few took to be life's burden, but there are such societies who share shame hiding, holey sieves stretching ribose, really stretching blame, believing we have a duty to come away and hide our beliefs behind sacred deontological pedagogic augury, --- pause --- consci consider hence. Now, are we in time by any chance, tuned curiously to feel peace placed perspicaciously globally at sunrise, almost every time I feel the spirit, I shall say yes, we live.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
On any old holy day
Signal come to Jesus time. Ring the muffled bell, march on, Spring festival acknowledging time to break the Lenten Ramadan etcetera surviving tradition after sweating fats away after filling all our borrowed vessels brim full --- take an instance as mere thought forming thinking being tested pure platitudinal umph aha, insight, clairsentience once, and just once, we must agree, we own, such times clearly my own and not another's with me, until I let out my breath and let you in. No, this is not that altar call of old revival games. Dammed shames on you, few took to be life's burden, but there are such societies who share shame hiding, holey sieves stretching ribose, really stretching blame, believing we have a duty to come away and hide our beliefs behind sacred deontological pedagogic augury, --- pause --- consci consider hence. Now, are we in time by any chance, tuned curiously to feel peace placed perspicaciously globally at sunrise, almost every time I feel the spirit, I shall say yes, we live.
Right thought thought wrong springs back to phosphorus becoming more important than any mortals before us could explain as if we know it so.
#live#learning#more#forget#liar#lures
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
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