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Trail of trials and tribulations, woe is we woe is we and alla what's amattah, real or un, who but we imagines either one or the other, is it real? What we think? The meaning centering being with science used con-science, with knowing, so-vest, in vest in finding the undeclared variable, what is woke, in 2021? Sense of some old known new named, in a since from then to now, knowing uses of knowing, knowing needless knowns, - skei-sharper seps, see useless knowns, - hard bought lessons you never lived without "the double minded man ever falls forward, into the forest" formed from all the gardens gone wild when the gardeners died, it was sudden nobody's fault, just - happened- as just does\ inside jobs, chrons and tension twisters, springs of inspiration, gears of cogitation wheels in wheels in wheels in swirls of fore gone conclusions, we know secrets, some how, now. We know there never was a hell, but the pearling process is valid, the gate grows wider and the way more twisted and iridescent than ever, in all directions, at a turn to bend the reflection you had recognized as me, in your hall of mirrors, right, uber nur hier auf recht, re thinking creative critical thinking, but any re-applicant replies, pearl-wise -- lay it on me, app-lie the essence of the shining thing glimpsed scene, -with wishery and fastest fasting yet, this kind comes forth, to wink, and lead on, a totally made up way, a shone way where none is as a golden street with no traveling save messages encoded on reflections of what the mind in peace has to say to gloss the truth in eggwhite, wonder baked in riddles, as in the left brain's hall of mirrors… the old fool stumbles in to the knots all the thread infringed upon, and entagled your requests to know what imitation lovers love, sink this deep down. Imitation anointing, have you never witnessed the super, superior power of wind over sun, did you never witness a wizard with a power of presence like unto PanaVision, to a pre-lingual toddler male. Ritual passage,  - far subtler than any beasty under tilled tale, telling all the trees, keep growing, expand the life, expand the knowing, once known, this is it, this is where, the forgiven sense appears a force urging each o each little piggie, we we we all the way home, pigs can swim, remember. find the inner child, hall of dark glass walls… expand to our mutual horizon, see me see you past the stood unders, look up, this is joy being as beauty is, it may not be devoid of good, nor useless if I choose to enjoy, invest my will to happiness, engaging joy receptors cast aside, by the inner child, so sure the reflections are others, come to keep the joy I form re forming more than one may think or ask, a worst so good, we accept it as the best. See. Today is the only day you read this first. What you imagine next, line after line, as we, no, me, hall of mirrors, I hear me recall "You are the most self-centered man I have ever encountered." Encounters of the pointy sort, soul piercing insights, into who and what we are, if words are all I make them out to be.
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Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Tuesday money trial
Trail of trials and tribulations, woe is we woe is we and alla what's amattah, real or un, who but we imagines either one or the other, is it real? What we think? The meaning centering being with science used con-science, with knowing, so-vest, in vest in finding the undeclared variable, what is woke, in 2021? Sense of some old known new named, in a since from then to now, knowing uses of knowing, knowing needless knowns, - skei-sharper seps, see useless knowns, - hard bought lessons you never lived without "the double minded man ever falls forward, into the forest" formed from all the gardens gone wild when the gardeners died, it was sudden nobody's fault, just - happened- as just does\ inside jobs, chrons and tension twisters, springs of inspiration, gears of cogitation wheels in wheels in wheels in swirls of fore gone conclusions, we know secrets, some how, now. We know there never was a hell, but the pearling process is valid, the gate grows wider and the way more twisted and iridescent than ever, in all directions, at a turn to bend the reflection you had recognized as me, in your hall of mirrors, right, uber nur hier auf recht, re thinking creative critical thinking, but any re-applicant replies, pearl-wise -- lay it on me, app-lie the essence of the shining thing glimpsed scene, -with wishery and fastest fasting yet, this kind comes forth, to wink, and lead on, a totally made up way, a shone way where none is as a golden street with no traveling save messages encoded on reflections of what the mind in peace has to say to gloss the truth in eggwhite, wonder baked in riddles, as in the left brain's hall of mirrors… the old fool stumbles in to the knots all the thread infringed upon, and entagled your requests to know what imitation lovers love, sink this deep down. Imitation anointing, have you never witnessed the super, superior power of wind over sun, did you never witness a wizard with a power of presence like unto PanaVision, to a pre-lingual toddler male. Ritual passage,  - far subtler than any beasty under tilled tale, telling all the trees, keep growing, expand the life, expand the knowing, once known, this is it, this is where, the forgiven sense appears a force urging each o each little piggie, we we we all the way home, pigs can swim, remember. find the inner child, hall of dark glass walls… expand to our mutual horizon, see me see you past the stood unders, look up, this is joy being as beauty is, it may not be devoid of good, nor useless if I choose to enjoy, invest my will to happiness, engaging joy receptors cast aside, by the inner child, so sure the reflections are others, come to keep the joy I form re forming more than one may think or ask, a worst so good, we accept it as the best. See. Today is the only day you read this first. What you imagine next, line after line, as we, no, me, hall of mirrors, I hear me recall "You are the most self-centered man I have ever encountered." Encounters of the pointy sort, soul piercing insights, into who and what we are, if words are all I make them out to be.
Centering, hermiting, to the point of social exclusion, spinning straw to gold. Giving any name that comes to mind to the force behind, pushing into emptiness all that wishes to exist, and making empty disappear.
#lone#alone#hermit#same#safe
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
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