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Mortal passions. Whiling whole days away, wishing instances of just this artful vision made mere words. Accounted for, line on line. Actuational responders. Hello, World Initiative, INIT run plain, lain flat to show one side, while hiding one side, and all that lay beneath this surface, now still pond holding the sky. As intelligent, gentled warring monks and monkeys, chatter in the trees, solitary man, with an array of antenae, sending and receiving dry ideas to be read and rethunk, at once, indeed as wisdom tends to evaporate, leaving inklings traced with artifact and story, back to when our kind being generates an instance of on to logical word forming wills, breaking branches in harvesting races, to the victor goes the glory, in story form. Drama brought from life experience, dared and done, for no good reason, at the time, daring devils, mocking saints, saying in one's reading mind, this day, have we not come to know, today, now certain, this one day, we have to be in and have our own being and breaths in.
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May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
May Day Cogitated
Mortal passions. Whiling whole days away, wishing instances of just this artful vision made mere words. Accounted for, line on line. Actuational responders. Hello, World Initiative, INIT run plain, lain flat to show one side, while hiding one side, and all that lay beneath this surface, now still pond holding the sky. As intelligent, gentled warring monks and monkeys, chatter in the trees, solitary man, with an array of antenae, sending and receiving dry ideas to be read and rethunk, at once, indeed as wisdom tends to evaporate, leaving inklings traced with artifact and story, back to when our kind being generates an instance of on to logical word forming wills, breaking branches in harvesting races, to the victor goes the glory, in story form. Drama brought from life experience, dared and done, for no good reason, at the time, daring devils, mocking saints, saying in one's reading mind, this day, have we not come to know, today, now certain, this one day, we have to be in and have our own being and breaths in.
After a cold April, a new novel day occurs around my environs....
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
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