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Let us account our idled word, indeed seek science... reason debt, duty to be, did he say. raison d' etre? no. he said reason debt, I heard reason call out debt, or was it doubt? I heard called out, doubt the difference a day makes in reality, the world of you and me, the strangest sort of sapient beings to ever exist, we survived, so far… is that reasonable? Whom do I owe for my survival, so far? Say you know, I'll say mebbe so, if your ideal surviva-babble possible ever, after, exists, is there a place where evil is punished, for being known in all the common ways we think, lies we believe, good for nothing pure evil, imaginary, mirror neuron firing signals to the glands from the guts to each knot of knowing relaying response to the noise - cries of havoc, from any war fought on TV2021, the recommending AI we love to trust, with knowing just what we needed to know, to make up a mind on matters pertaining to you and the others who may be unaware, inactive, untriggered by the terror, not entertained by walking dead, but by the spirit of the characters, or character of the spirits, in other words, these attention holding cells for arrested development, idle words, un-read, lines unready for the dam that broke. -live 'n'learn- It takes more than seventy years to learn if ai was right, when I surrendered, of my own free will, made friends, and lovers, of those who hated my idea, peace, at any price. Love your enemy - ha! Ha! Karate HA! What fool would give …. GAME STOP!... wow. reason for the faith, as previously defined, my way, with hubris, in the face of the sharpest minds opposing my singularity of being being my own, in fact, my only own thing, my own reason to be. - a hermit heretic idea virus modeled - on the good wise *** archetype, - the guy open to the guiding mind, - through a refined Turrets connector, receives this - crazy message to the hero of your story So you could read this and run on, for a long time, knowing agottamighty in d'vita gotcha best interests in mind. - iron butterfly, rusty, but for the drum solo, - that makes a mind dance again What can be shaken, may be shaken, or stirred, swirled round and round within gravity, at the mortal scale, one more time. -----------------
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Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
Come, let us reason
Let us account our idled word, indeed seek science... reason debt, duty to be, did he say. raison d' etre? no. he said reason debt, I heard reason call out debt, or was it doubt? I heard called out, doubt the difference a day makes in reality, the world of you and me, the strangest sort of sapient beings to ever exist, we survived, so far… is that reasonable? Whom do I owe for my survival, so far? Say you know, I'll say mebbe so, if your ideal surviva-babble possible ever, after, exists, is there a place where evil is punished, for being known in all the common ways we think, lies we believe, good for nothing pure evil, imaginary, mirror neuron firing signals to the glands from the guts to each knot of knowing relaying response to the noise - cries of havoc, from any war fought on TV2021, the recommending AI we love to trust, with knowing just what we needed to know, to make up a mind on matters pertaining to you and the others who may be unaware, inactive, untriggered by the terror, not entertained by walking dead, but by the spirit of the characters, or character of the spirits, in other words, these attention holding cells for arrested development, idle words, un-read, lines unready for the dam that broke. -live 'n'learn- It takes more than seventy years to learn if ai was right, when I surrendered, of my own free will, made friends, and lovers, of those who hated my idea, peace, at any price. Love your enemy - ha! Ha! Karate HA! What fool would give …. GAME STOP!... wow. reason for the faith, as previously defined, my way, with hubris, in the face of the sharpest minds opposing my singularity of being being my own, in fact, my only own thing, my own reason to be. - a hermit heretic idea virus modeled - on the good wise *** archetype, - the guy open to the guiding mind, - through a refined Turrets connector, receives this - crazy message to the hero of your story So you could read this and run on, for a long time, knowing agottamighty in d'vita gotcha best interests in mind. - iron butterfly, rusty, but for the drum solo, - that makes a mind dance again What can be shaken, may be shaken, or stirred, swirled round and round within gravity, at the mortal scale, one more time. -----------------
Tuesday, March 16, 2021 10:38 AM rediscovered during a Monday musing 10-21-2024
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
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