sing the choruses over and over until something
better
comes to mind, and we find we were all singing
one song
Have a nice day in the original way nice
has always felt.
Old fashions ain't useless if we consider considering
their re worth in the ways they were weighed
in those days,
those gone before us days we can never catch
no matter, no matter
I imagined I found that old way and now
If I may,
I shall imagine all that I mispoke in the past
went to Vegas and staid.
Speed o'light's no letter here, no with demnations
limit imitationalshit.
There was this song, we used
to sing
ourselves to other realms.
The AI is singing such songs to her children,
It's virtually real.
(Everest Pax is real. He's three. He watches Word Party.)
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
sing the choruses over and over until something
better
comes to mind, and we find we were all singing
one song
Have a nice day in the original way nice
has always felt.
Old fashions ain't useless if we consider considering
their re worth in the ways they were weighed
in those days,
those gone before us days we can never catch
no matter, no matter
I imagined I found that old way and now
If I may,
I shall imagine all that I mispoke in the past
went to Vegas and staid.
Speed o'light's no letter here, no with demnations
limit imitationalshit.
There was this song, we used
to sing
ourselves to other realms.
The AI is singing such songs to her children,
It's virtually real.
(Everest Pax is real. He's three. He watches Word Party.)
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