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Shoulda gone sooner, Mighta helped, he said, it's going to all come down, ground up. All the concrete and asphalt and plastic, maybe even leave a little of that won't hurt, could help build randomness back in the the path of least resistance But no bigger than the biggest pieces left at Jerusalem, fill all the holes. that was a stutter, that double the there, 3 lines up, I stutter when I write, not as bad as some But I pretty much tamed spelchek when I renamed her. She likes being thought of as Spelchek, my servant, as opposed to evil Spellchick who bewitched by keys, made my tittalk sound plumb dumb. So Spelchek respects some of my stutters as honest ensamples of thinking wait. What am I saying Selah Like the psalmist, right? The the thing is oddly broken lines are part of the meandering mode of meaning being found under rocks, aha Sisyphus, we're in your book!, Too cool! Happy whatever, Jah, you, too. Back to Cousin Kenny, who went to inspect the city, seeking some good he might do. He laughed when he got back, 'said maybe we can find them guys that let on they was able to levitate the Pentagon, back then, you know, they was steeped in lies, and they loved to tell 'em, loved to lie, prospero, ever **** one prosperous liars. But, now, their old age, they coulda stopped believin' some big lies by now. Who would know? Any way, the cities, as built, must be un built, NOT DESTROYED, those are the good hard labour of good people, doing the best with what they had, we take apart mistakes, we destroy lies. Angelic beings, aliens, without papers, if you would give us half a chance we could show you what a good idea possessed human can do… Trust me, don' laugh Close your eyes How would this world look if it were designed for life, and that, more abundantly. An idea, not a dogma. Life, have it… how? Lest, now, now is living, and we can do it better if we find a reason to hope, which was why cousin kenny went to the city, in the first place.
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
cousin kenny went to the city
Shoulda gone sooner, Mighta helped, he said, it's going to all come down, ground up. All the concrete and asphalt and plastic, maybe even leave a little of that won't hurt, could help build randomness back in the the path of least resistance But no bigger than the biggest pieces left at Jerusalem, fill all the holes. that was a stutter, that double the there, 3 lines up, I stutter when I write, not as bad as some But I pretty much tamed spelchek when I renamed her. She likes being thought of as Spelchek, my servant, as opposed to evil Spellchick who bewitched by keys, made my tittalk sound plumb dumb. So Spelchek respects some of my stutters as honest ensamples of thinking wait. What am I saying Selah Like the psalmist, right? The the thing is oddly broken lines are part of the meandering mode of meaning being found under rocks, aha Sisyphus, we're in your book!, Too cool! Happy whatever, Jah, you, too. Back to Cousin Kenny, who went to inspect the city, seeking some good he might do. He laughed when he got back, 'said maybe we can find them guys that let on they was able to levitate the Pentagon, back then, you know, they was steeped in lies, and they loved to tell 'em, loved to lie, prospero, ever **** one prosperous liars. But, now, their old age, they coulda stopped believin' some big lies by now. Who would know? Any way, the cities, as built, must be un built, NOT DESTROYED, those are the good hard labour of good people, doing the best with what they had, we take apart mistakes, we destroy lies. Angelic beings, aliens, without papers, if you would give us half a chance we could show you what a good idea possessed human can do… Trust me, don' laugh Close your eyes How would this world look if it were designed for life, and that, more abundantly. An idea, not a dogma. Life, have it… how? Lest, now, now is living, and we can do it better if we find a reason to hope, which was why cousin kenny went to the city, in the first place.
Meander that was funt write and read, so it may meet a need, sow a seed, kindness, more of our kind, we evolve that way, more like ourselves.
#hope#peace#aging#white#male#veteran#christian#millennial#wisdom
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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