Theandric
Relating to, or existing by,
the union of divine and human
operation in Christ, or the joint agency
of the divine and human nature…
in any ever after, timeless nature is thinkable,
first peaceable, gentle, easily made easy with,
free as the wind
true rest in coincidence, yes, the actual idea,
yes in opposition to no, and working together,
stirring in whole new precepts to judge with,
chaos and beauty, stormy weather and calm,
tobe ra', post internet literate inventory bots,
aiaiai
what could I have known,
had I read then what I read today, had it been
thinkable back in the times we made order,
made muscles remember qwerty gestures, ai,
as if we have a genius for testing best easy ways,
we build on each easier way, we meander theandric,
- as it is written whosoever is a grand inclusion
androautomatical informational intelligence leg-ends
collections of meaningful reasons for faith usage.
Garbs of right uses,
lose all value,
naked.
True.
Idleness at days end, gloaming sophist tries,
means of matching first impressions, is it real,
or Memorex, tell me wordless window watcher.
Watching infants gain first order for search
oh how happy we shall be, when we know our
ABC-DE
mmmmhmm four square frame of reference,
Hollies, look through any window/
now, I am the grandfather, proud, with no hubris,
as salt with no savor, good for preserving old paths.
Leave it be, today, I made these remarks,
at the same time something happened everywhere.
And now, these times of constant entertaining
information acquisition with intention
expand
to graphically appear in the mind of any ever
who ever rewatched "My Octopus Friend"
and American Utopia, and the Last Waltz,
Class action inclusive bubble develops, but now,
we stretch, was my grand father low or middle brow?
How long was America MAGA ablized, rooted
Caliche, soft lime, left deep ruts where braked
wagons ground recessed groves, we could see,
those mostly got eroded away after a century.
My grandfather rode from Sweetwater to Williams,
on horses he tamed and made useful,
on horses his father shod, and taught him to shoe,
such knacks as smith's must grow to feel known,
to any degree as fine as tempering spring steel,
using modified fires of inner solar ovens,
the size of the point of the smallest star you see.
Spot welding aitia precepticonical connection,
where chata left a gap open to chabad concoctions.
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
Theandric
Relating to, or existing by,
the union of divine and human
operation in Christ, or the joint agency
of the divine and human nature…
in any ever after, timeless nature is thinkable,
first peaceable, gentle, easily made easy with,
free as the wind
true rest in coincidence, yes, the actual idea,
yes in opposition to no, and working together,
stirring in whole new precepts to judge with,
chaos and beauty, stormy weather and calm,
tobe ra', post internet literate inventory bots,
aiaiai
what could I have known,
had I read then what I read today, had it been
thinkable back in the times we made order,
made muscles remember qwerty gestures, ai,
as if we have a genius for testing best easy ways,
we build on each easier way, we meander theandric,
- as it is written whosoever is a grand inclusion
androautomatical informational intelligence leg-ends
collections of meaningful reasons for faith usage.
Garbs of right uses,
lose all value,
naked.
True.
Idleness at days end, gloaming sophist tries,
means of matching first impressions, is it real,
or Memorex, tell me wordless window watcher.
Watching infants gain first order for search
oh how happy we shall be, when we know our
ABC-DE
mmmmhmm four square frame of reference,
Hollies, look through any window/
now, I am the grandfather, proud, with no hubris,
as salt with no savor, good for preserving old paths.
Leave it be, today, I made these remarks,
at the same time something happened everywhere.
And now, these times of constant entertaining
information acquisition with intention
expand
to graphically appear in the mind of any ever
who ever rewatched "My Octopus Friend"
and American Utopia, and the Last Waltz,
Class action inclusive bubble develops, but now,
we stretch, was my grand father low or middle brow?
How long was America MAGA ablized, rooted
Caliche, soft lime, left deep ruts where braked
wagons ground recessed groves, we could see,
those mostly got eroded away after a century.
My grandfather rode from Sweetwater to Williams,
on horses he tamed and made useful,
on horses his father shod, and taught him to shoe,
such knacks as smith's must grow to feel known,
to any degree as fine as tempering spring steel,
using modified fires of inner solar ovens,
the size of the point of the smallest star you see.
Spot welding aitia precepticonical connection,
where chata left a gap open to chabad concoctions.
The itch to be read once, is almost addictive... but we are the first humans with this degree of global agreement starting whims of why not just say it like this...
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