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as I nearly slept, I nearly rolled over in my bed, did not, folded my hands, slumbered on dreamlessly imagining signals hmmms Massive low notes, accepted as receptible by my phone with no reply request acknowledge accusatory story…, here, I see, okeh Each sapien sapience, from the womb, to final dust, despite the mounds of mud, and opera, werks, shunning sweat, rear up any child in the way one wishes that child to grow, see, noble king one must see those things one wishes were true, then rule, be the head of state itself, the wedom of all the subjective class, objects deemed worthless but by thy grrrace, grunting there is a hell. there is, there is as it is said Christians must believe, having as one prays, even now, those needs, cast off all care, imagine all debts, all paid, no offering to prove it needed, only be left to see your own way, open eyes, a bitter taste, aftertaste of wisdom, used as in a spirtual duel, with a passle of powerful fools, unaware of the rules, anointed, by truth, dare prove all things, challenge the persuader, offer bitter herbs with salt. Salivate conditioned reflex, some day all your enemies feel your own self made up form of love, and that loving burns their evil minds, to useful illuminosity, before catch, grip. holf if, see ante-cipitates, make each look up, pledge the believers every day, good to go, so in time, as stages pass, one knows, this is what my hand has found to do. In your service dear reader, thus far, in our momentary now reality, between our shared unreal pasts, in the bubble of we, the people of earth, attempting to buy the world a coke, since a certain series of orange acid during February and March, 1970- - Chicago. Kesey and Wolfe - fine weather, for a few days in March ping vid mind adapts, yes, we re member seeing something so close to that exact day at that exact spot, and the weather was way worse. but then I he(a)rd the songs of Mao, being mys-tried, re sung once more as if each line was free of debt to Lao Tze no wei, no secret sacrosanction. dedeMao, now. b'n ice geeye ai ai - feel the power lust right, the drill will to… w8 Impulse to cut and run, see a message, make it stick to the bumper of your cat. Cat. Tell the world what you are catalogical, sorted by did you not wish you knew rearview, how much of that do you know, do you know once, we remember I did, feel a signal, listen, think I speak mammoth, listen in fact, we all did, at the time, we project that as impossible to prove\ reproof of construe-ition is the way of life instruction in right use, upgrade scales praxis co-knowing our each selfish in a we as a wedom, awesome by the way life lingers on topological math, see, below the actual band width of light, white in the middle see the bones of the bits, those are from stars, photons ping touch /percepticons see-ing opposition in the future, met today, hey hey hey tell me what I say, that ain't no way to pray, I done said to each, ever lasting misconcieved grand spirit of a movement when the guts of goodnessakesknowswhat is clogged in curses, generational debt, the ruler mind set, to rob the rich, I was led, daily I watched the Adventures of Robin Hood, while I only saw Dragnet once each week, ethics of each occur in all boomers, as a wedom, the first generation born after 1945, sorted by standardized Dewey measures of progress. toward becoming community minded boys and girls, destined to bring tomorrow by conforming to the systematized sorting, grading on math and language arts, then history and science, then juris prudence for civilians, duty, - team player drills daily, 40 minutes, - extracurricular activity choices, weighed current deception opens green receptors for signals to me sent, presently as a gift, from the queen of the south. We assume the idea of gifts, tributes to k'ki'kn'no'ings, legendary models, magi conquerors who kept the roads free of theives and babblers of goodness only, used as sacramental kindness made sacred, bidding you have a mighty fine day. - is that the Power Farm? - Circa 1989, HyperCard, crazy easy coding. - But not so easy as now, finally, harmony, - knowledge was never what divided - truth from multitudes of witnesses, - globally aware more mass shooting than days - to share with former saints in 2023, so far… All ye Religious spirits, little impulsive crossing, muttering thankyou to the unknown god, higher power, el ultimo. You know, Wisdom herself, given her due, trueee baby, too true, knowledge is power, wisdom is might, stand up, right, perpindicular to the true balance, prepared, made ready to use thoughts abound, and turn you around on a low pressure gyre, rolling up Tornado Alley, as you imagine it all connects. It's that hard rain, the poets called, a seeing from the old'ns, son, ya got a good eye, never hesitate to wink, and think, I can see, should I ever need to give up an eye for my life's comfortable ends, in mind, my days of rest --ha, these, after a spectacular reexamination of metaphors filled with crud, as seen in plastic sacks of potatoes, left to sprout and rot, in the dark, not the slightest snakey lick of seeing with infra-red, in your head, augmental conjoining click… serious speed of recognition instant cognosis, we both know, like in a Romcom, how- to movie, shaping mindsets to put on while in rut. Historically Christian Nationalist Roots, Cowboy way, circa the informational slots we slipped by, ran away, one bought a carnival, one bought charisma seeking, one bought a vision through the future to right now. Eh. How oft must one reset such knowns as nouns, and names of action words, love, fear, hate, lie, die Did your mindset bid you challenge Since 2016, I have my word, I swore, with fervor, once more eternal hostility to any form of tyranny {outside-will control} ever imposed upon the mind of mankind, wombed or un, however we be physically, there is none of that in Christ, believe your rules of rights use. Examine the faith that being apes, who could signal names of things, Adamkind, pre functional womb model. He could name things, he could not make babies. Adamkind, warrior breeds from olden days, such as fight to entertain the mob in waiting, fans for flames, founders kenning use of passionate inflamation to provoke good works, in the mind of the mob, vicarious sons of deceiving reasons, come to call my use of faith proves nothing real. There are made men using God's name, in vain, eh, it never works, but it is their religious duty to think kingly, eh, too ghuckingoodforoneself, we, Trumpians. We believe, we never imagine a war we can't make. Or a set of actual conspiratorial winds, with names, familiar spirits, returning winds, infested with Saharan dust, where once were lush gardens, back when Greenland was green, or, so I heard/ Bham harumpharump feel the answer, pick up the combover, so cool, no care, unaware, - exposed to the expert in this warfare, - symbolic marvelous armour, - for pulling down strongholds, castles, - silicon solid state preservation cast away - war in the spirit with historical daemons, - meeting the neo-Manicheans, word for word… Ai ai, sir, yessir. We won a mindtimespace precedent mind state writ, with the entire child of Arpanet, my second wit, ready writer motto, use knowledge right, criticize your story, sift solidity through cellular security, finest flakes of self assurance, shine on and on as knowns evil or good.. only the priest can call foul or fair, there, excuse you, lawyer for the defense that there is no vicarage, no live embodiment of the intercessor between, truth's way through life, and the common dominion of a certainty, Your MOTHER IS BY GOD, ALL CURSES, SHE's the reason for your father's rage, generational curses, daddy wounds, mommy deprivation, post partum. chaos love, assuage woe, soorry, Jesus. But, as has been widely reported the business of religion, by exposing truth pays a visible wage, shiny smile, U joint versify, if we may, play in the code of life, past any inkling fear of death, ducks in order, will and testament cleared, read already, ready to oppose, I suppose, am I. Logically a state of mind, at the moment. I callt the efficacy of faith to call all the outs in. So we see them on TV, they everywhere, other people, OH GOD, why must there be other people, oh, my, we may agree, this answers that, reasoning, by active faith, usualized, made common sense. Why would any sane lover of truth god, create a forever for enemies of lies? Belief in spirits opposing truth, metaphors abound, Kriegspiel on coke, the real thing, viewers imagine, watching all the nobles become naked, and as ugly as any among us. We see the chins and hairlines in horses, yet neglect to notice, mustang herd management, as traits adjust to new standards, wild life reset to order. We realize the riddle, is the reason, we feel foolish and know it, U knew, not me, forethought, morphically resonating peace, as on a gong gone normative, adjustment bureau wise sinner's bound in a doctrine - cut to the gist, there is no sting in death. - and teaching children to fear death is abuse - of right authority granted parents - of loved children, chosen ones, olden days. Legendary warrior mind, allowed, only if initiation allows exposure the daysman lack- no, look crosswise,' stripes, whistle, dude -see, there, the excuse, Job ttalked back. And Yah, he say, you know, you got that right. Heysus hisself, look at me he say, I'll go, become the logical conclusion, to a story where there was a flaw, and time threatened to run out, but the hero, ready to become the tool to answer a malignant liar with his religion. Job said to Yah, you do not know how it feels to put on a carnal mind, set by God in Atom's right to be first to say this is that… and one thing leads to another - you feel the power without knowing Mysteriously, you, suddenly seem shy, thinking how can I say what this is, you have no right to say a name Adam did not say first, we say **** you say poo, **** off artistic instinkty ways to say, not what goes in, corrupts, but what comes out sure can, that's gnosishit trustatistical fact according to science scent, pre yours it stinks to, Jesus said. Brush y'teeth, with Pepsodent to night, be brite - visible knowledge is all good see, so we say we say good riddle. fit for a king prone to seek an interpreter of signs and sigils. A trained cadre of bright boys, as runners, or senders, senders using drum and fife, to lead, trumpet to send, and banners, to rally round on our side, whose sigil is that? Do we aid or raid the edges, scavenge strategy from the dead. Live to tell, as I the lone survivor, I who slew the king at his request, please believe me I never steer you to wrong. Letters flow qwerty wise, let it happen in the fingers fit to the task, take a little walk, listen to a story, sit a while and wish the enemy were here to enjoy the ease, beyond the bliss of ignoring, past the weight worth standing under, to the home imagined right in time to finish in December, 2021, one thing done. Search any phrase of life, and find answers to unasked questions, regard-iding lying done id est as when it is, totally Scriptural moral- wise right in such a time as once when some liars who held fast to prophesy hired the guy who rode the wild *** which cognosisadictattenti sorts say the darnedest things, strecht stitch in time Art of Linking Letters, Art Linkletter, as regular a lunchtime mind flush with a chuckle and nod at the secrets children can claim to publicly believe, but …. the link was to the stay-at-home mom, not her peer's latch-key kids in allegiance prep, who get home each day, for a solo home run heads up on, who did what on the news, since last night. Wait, when did Kid Parrett buy the farm, for more lasting fame than many in the game, of vicarious triggerers of revenge reaction, action ready wha, wham I a,am sh…za'am is a real rebbiwort, glaubtgut Jesus do u read Seuss, still, a quest, mark, take, leave, ask best bet, take chance… look away. Beulah land, then Beulah see, wise black nanny guide from non- nodded off, witty, pretty sweety Mary poppin' clap off pop stand and deliver, let it be sistarepistol packin' mama, whoa Sister, I did not think to ask, have you been this far? Before?
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May 4, 2023
May 4, 2023 at 12:09 AM UTC
Some riddle reasoning
as I nearly slept, I nearly rolled over in my bed, did not, folded my hands, slumbered on dreamlessly imagining signals hmmms Massive low notes, accepted as receptible by my phone with no reply request acknowledge accusatory story…, here, I see, okeh Each sapien sapience, from the womb, to final dust, despite the mounds of mud, and opera, werks, shunning sweat, rear up any child in the way one wishes that child to grow, see, noble king one must see those things one wishes were true, then rule, be the head of state itself, the wedom of all the subjective class, objects deemed worthless but by thy grrrace, grunting there is a hell. there is, there is as it is said Christians must believe, having as one prays, even now, those needs, cast off all care, imagine all debts, all paid, no offering to prove it needed, only be left to see your own way, open eyes, a bitter taste, aftertaste of wisdom, used as in a spirtual duel, with a passle of powerful fools, unaware of the rules, anointed, by truth, dare prove all things, challenge the persuader, offer bitter herbs with salt. Salivate conditioned reflex, some day all your enemies feel your own self made up form of love, and that loving burns their evil minds, to useful illuminosity, before catch, grip. holf if, see ante-cipitates, make each look up, pledge the believers every day, good to go, so in time, as stages pass, one knows, this is what my hand has found to do. In your service dear reader, thus far, in our momentary now reality, between our shared unreal pasts, in the bubble of we, the people of earth, attempting to buy the world a coke, since a certain series of orange acid during February and March, 1970- - Chicago. Kesey and Wolfe - fine weather, for a few days in March ping vid mind adapts, yes, we re member seeing something so close to that exact day at that exact spot, and the weather was way worse. but then I he(a)rd the songs of Mao, being mys-tried, re sung once more as if each line was free of debt to Lao Tze no wei, no secret sacrosanction. dedeMao, now. b'n ice geeye ai ai - feel the power lust right, the drill will to… w8 Impulse to cut and run, see a message, make it stick to the bumper of your cat. Cat. Tell the world what you are catalogical, sorted by did you not wish you knew rearview, how much of that do you know, do you know once, we remember I did, feel a signal, listen, think I speak mammoth, listen in fact, we all did, at the time, we project that as impossible to prove\ reproof of construe-ition is the way of life instruction in right use, upgrade scales praxis co-knowing our each selfish in a we as a wedom, awesome by the way life lingers on topological math, see, below the actual band width of light, white in the middle see the bones of the bits, those are from stars, photons ping touch /percepticons see-ing opposition in the future, met today, hey hey hey tell me what I say, that ain't no way to pray, I done said to each, ever lasting misconcieved grand spirit of a movement when the guts of goodnessakesknowswhat is clogged in curses, generational debt, the ruler mind set, to rob the rich, I was led, daily I watched the Adventures of Robin Hood, while I only saw Dragnet once each week, ethics of each occur in all boomers, as a wedom, the first generation born after 1945, sorted by standardized Dewey measures of progress. toward becoming community minded boys and girls, destined to bring tomorrow by conforming to the systematized sorting, grading on math and language arts, then history and science, then juris prudence for civilians, duty, - team player drills daily, 40 minutes, - extracurricular activity choices, weighed current deception opens green receptors for signals to me sent, presently as a gift, from the queen of the south. We assume the idea of gifts, tributes to k'ki'kn'no'ings, legendary models, magi conquerors who kept the roads free of theives and babblers of goodness only, used as sacramental kindness made sacred, bidding you have a mighty fine day. - is that the Power Farm? - Circa 1989, HyperCard, crazy easy coding. - But not so easy as now, finally, harmony, - knowledge was never what divided - truth from multitudes of witnesses, - globally aware more mass shooting than days - to share with former saints in 2023, so far… All ye Religious spirits, little impulsive crossing, muttering thankyou to the unknown god, higher power, el ultimo. You know, Wisdom herself, given her due, trueee baby, too true, knowledge is power, wisdom is might, stand up, right, perpindicular to the true balance, prepared, made ready to use thoughts abound, and turn you around on a low pressure gyre, rolling up Tornado Alley, as you imagine it all connects. It's that hard rain, the poets called, a seeing from the old'ns, son, ya got a good eye, never hesitate to wink, and think, I can see, should I ever need to give up an eye for my life's comfortable ends, in mind, my days of rest --ha, these, after a spectacular reexamination of metaphors filled with crud, as seen in plastic sacks of potatoes, left to sprout and rot, in the dark, not the slightest snakey lick of seeing with infra-red, in your head, augmental conjoining click… serious speed of recognition instant cognosis, we both know, like in a Romcom, how- to movie, shaping mindsets to put on while in rut. Historically Christian Nationalist Roots, Cowboy way, circa the informational slots we slipped by, ran away, one bought a carnival, one bought charisma seeking, one bought a vision through the future to right now. Eh. How oft must one reset such knowns as nouns, and names of action words, love, fear, hate, lie, die Did your mindset bid you challenge Since 2016, I have my word, I swore, with fervor, once more eternal hostility to any form of tyranny {outside-will control} ever imposed upon the mind of mankind, wombed or un, however we be physically, there is none of that in Christ, believe your rules of rights use. Examine the faith that being apes, who could signal names of things, Adamkind, pre functional womb model. He could name things, he could not make babies. Adamkind, warrior breeds from olden days, such as fight to entertain the mob in waiting, fans for flames, founders kenning use of passionate inflamation to provoke good works, in the mind of the mob, vicarious sons of deceiving reasons, come to call my use of faith proves nothing real. There are made men using God's name, in vain, eh, it never works, but it is their religious duty to think kingly, eh, too ghuckingoodforoneself, we, Trumpians. We believe, we never imagine a war we can't make. Or a set of actual conspiratorial winds, with names, familiar spirits, returning winds, infested with Saharan dust, where once were lush gardens, back when Greenland was green, or, so I heard/ Bham harumpharump feel the answer, pick up the combover, so cool, no care, unaware, - exposed to the expert in this warfare, - symbolic marvelous armour, - for pulling down strongholds, castles, - silicon solid state preservation cast away - war in the spirit with historical daemons, - meeting the neo-Manicheans, word for word… Ai ai, sir, yessir. We won a mindtimespace precedent mind state writ, with the entire child of Arpanet, my second wit, ready writer motto, use knowledge right, criticize your story, sift solidity through cellular security, finest flakes of self assurance, shine on and on as knowns evil or good.. only the priest can call foul or fair, there, excuse you, lawyer for the defense that there is no vicarage, no live embodiment of the intercessor between, truth's way through life, and the common dominion of a certainty, Your MOTHER IS BY GOD, ALL CURSES, SHE's the reason for your father's rage, generational curses, daddy wounds, mommy deprivation, post partum. chaos love, assuage woe, soorry, Jesus. But, as has been widely reported the business of religion, by exposing truth pays a visible wage, shiny smile, U joint versify, if we may, play in the code of life, past any inkling fear of death, ducks in order, will and testament cleared, read already, ready to oppose, I suppose, am I. Logically a state of mind, at the moment. I callt the efficacy of faith to call all the outs in. So we see them on TV, they everywhere, other people, OH GOD, why must there be other people, oh, my, we may agree, this answers that, reasoning, by active faith, usualized, made common sense. Why would any sane lover of truth god, create a forever for enemies of lies? Belief in spirits opposing truth, metaphors abound, Kriegspiel on coke, the real thing, viewers imagine, watching all the nobles become naked, and as ugly as any among us. We see the chins and hairlines in horses, yet neglect to notice, mustang herd management, as traits adjust to new standards, wild life reset to order. We realize the riddle, is the reason, we feel foolish and know it, U knew, not me, forethought, morphically resonating peace, as on a gong gone normative, adjustment bureau wise sinner's bound in a doctrine - cut to the gist, there is no sting in death. - and teaching children to fear death is abuse - of right authority granted parents - of loved children, chosen ones, olden days. Legendary warrior mind, allowed, only if initiation allows exposure the daysman lack- no, look crosswise,' stripes, whistle, dude -see, there, the excuse, Job ttalked back. And Yah, he say, you know, you got that right. Heysus hisself, look at me he say, I'll go, become the logical conclusion, to a story where there was a flaw, and time threatened to run out, but the hero, ready to become the tool to answer a malignant liar with his religion. Job said to Yah, you do not know how it feels to put on a carnal mind, set by God in Atom's right to be first to say this is that… and one thing leads to another - you feel the power without knowing Mysteriously, you, suddenly seem shy, thinking how can I say what this is, you have no right to say a name Adam did not say first, we say **** you say poo, **** off artistic instinkty ways to say, not what goes in, corrupts, but what comes out sure can, that's gnosishit trustatistical fact according to science scent, pre yours it stinks to, Jesus said. Brush y'teeth, with Pepsodent to night, be brite - visible knowledge is all good see, so we say we say good riddle. fit for a king prone to seek an interpreter of signs and sigils. A trained cadre of bright boys, as runners, or senders, senders using drum and fife, to lead, trumpet to send, and banners, to rally round on our side, whose sigil is that? Do we aid or raid the edges, scavenge strategy from the dead. Live to tell, as I the lone survivor, I who slew the king at his request, please believe me I never steer you to wrong. Letters flow qwerty wise, let it happen in the fingers fit to the task, take a little walk, listen to a story, sit a while and wish the enemy were here to enjoy the ease, beyond the bliss of ignoring, past the weight worth standing under, to the home imagined right in time to finish in December, 2021, one thing done. Search any phrase of life, and find answers to unasked questions, regard-iding lying done id est as when it is, totally Scriptural moral- wise right in such a time as once when some liars who held fast to prophesy hired the guy who rode the wild *** which cognosisadictattenti sorts say the darnedest things, strecht stitch in time Art of Linking Letters, Art Linkletter, as regular a lunchtime mind flush with a chuckle and nod at the secrets children can claim to publicly believe, but …. the link was to the stay-at-home mom, not her peer's latch-key kids in allegiance prep, who get home each day, for a solo home run heads up on, who did what on the news, since last night. Wait, when did Kid Parrett buy the farm, for more lasting fame than many in the game, of vicarious triggerers of revenge reaction, action ready wha, wham I a,am sh…za'am is a real rebbiwort, glaubtgut Jesus do u read Seuss, still, a quest, mark, take, leave, ask best bet, take chance… look away. Beulah land, then Beulah see, wise black nanny guide from non- nodded off, witty, pretty sweety Mary poppin' clap off pop stand and deliver, let it be sistarepistol packin' mama, whoa Sister, I did not think to ask, have you been this far? Before?
993 maybe, but the next seven are done. I am stopping, long enough, to make some money some how... eee-odle eee dee hee, I may be back again by summer.
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May 4, 2023
May 4, 2023 at 12:09 AM UTC
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