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Euphoria Eutopia Europe, eurturn eugenic eusless eudaemonia euphrenic phor ever ah, phor naught, all for one out, out, ****** spot, eu for Rhea, me for a mnesic urgency, we have done this all before, while entangled ina silliness of soma ancient sort aitia is joy strength ening? is love weak ening? was peace a state of mind? Were they singing Sym-pathetic Sym-ethotic silliness of some baser sort? Altamont December 6, 1969, rolling hills of green, like Windows 98, where was I? Speeding North of Sedona, I remember now, lugging a tater sack full of peyote toward Christmas, far from the maddened crowd thinking nothing of the future March 7, 1970 solar eclipse as I was walking to Chicago, from San Jose, to see if I could retrace my steps, per haps find signs I may have left on history, exams I may have cheated on to get by, but my cheatling left a gap how now how now the we of me, includes your idea of we with me intuitive as in we, the people who hold certain truth, assumptive as possible. real in this sense. seeming not to fade. Wandering in cyber-realms impossible, with in-ness being me, my mind being out-ness... me touch, sense, taste, feel me... let me be rhyme on rime, frosty, right on or i'm gone, eh. Mimeme mnomena phem kiss me lest I fade away dysphoria dystopia dysrope, dysrturn dysgenic dysless dysdaemonia aha, phor naught, all for one spot out, out, ****** spot, is not joy strength ening? is not love weak ening? is peace a state of mind? Being as how we was, I'da reckon, we was lost. As a whole, we forgot who we are or if not who, what we are in terms we find undefined in our minds. As Mobius means nothing in 3-d, until you seal the twisted stripe and find an umlaut, imagine seeing, holding twixt thumb and any finger, a ribbon, yellow on top, blue on bottom… hold it eye level, an end of the ribbon in each chiral appendage, with the dominant hand, no, poor biases on dominance but right has a bias in forms designated right by use… crud risc -- we gain speed in the missing info therefore, we are born knowing nothing but which hand is right. Using that right hand, twist the ribbon so the right thumb touches yellow and the right finger is touching blue. On the other hand, take up the opposition. Now, bring the ribbon ends near enough to merge and weave into a loop, an unorientable or unoccidentable band ( imagine no seam), twirl it round not an eight, a Möbius band, a nifty invention, ever in public domain and open science of the non-con kind confidence games. remember those? bumpkins in the Naked City buying the Brooklyn Bridge? laugh at the bar bar heko heko har har har barbar aryans swept into the south as the younger dryas looked on… tic -- okeh there was a break in the tension-- Möbius trails of information may be wownd, 'round spools of do-nut shape entangled by the loop which, as you know now, has one edge and one side in the world you live in, remember Muntz Stereo-Paks? these days you gotta have an old soul t' remember those. I stole the first one I ever saw, but that's another line of reasoning regarding the path behind me, not regarding the path in front of you. We are lost. Or asleep. That's been rumored as have wars. Ah, reason in a maddened being, such a tangled web. look for a yellow fuggitchew ribbon, wit the seal broke…
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
A split-brain rescue on the yellow edge of euphoria
Euphoria Eutopia Europe, eurturn eugenic eusless eudaemonia euphrenic phor ever ah, phor naught, all for one out, out, ****** spot, eu for Rhea, me for a mnesic urgency, we have done this all before, while entangled ina silliness of soma ancient sort aitia is joy strength ening? is love weak ening? was peace a state of mind? Were they singing Sym-pathetic Sym-ethotic silliness of some baser sort? Altamont December 6, 1969, rolling hills of green, like Windows 98, where was I? Speeding North of Sedona, I remember now, lugging a tater sack full of peyote toward Christmas, far from the maddened crowd thinking nothing of the future March 7, 1970 solar eclipse as I was walking to Chicago, from San Jose, to see if I could retrace my steps, per haps find signs I may have left on history, exams I may have cheated on to get by, but my cheatling left a gap how now how now the we of me, includes your idea of we with me intuitive as in we, the people who hold certain truth, assumptive as possible. real in this sense. seeming not to fade. Wandering in cyber-realms impossible, with in-ness being me, my mind being out-ness... me touch, sense, taste, feel me... let me be rhyme on rime, frosty, right on or i'm gone, eh. Mimeme mnomena phem kiss me lest I fade away dysphoria dystopia dysrope, dysrturn dysgenic dysless dysdaemonia aha, phor naught, all for one spot out, out, ****** spot, is not joy strength ening? is not love weak ening? is peace a state of mind? Being as how we was, I'da reckon, we was lost. As a whole, we forgot who we are or if not who, what we are in terms we find undefined in our minds. As Mobius means nothing in 3-d, until you seal the twisted stripe and find an umlaut, imagine seeing, holding twixt thumb and any finger, a ribbon, yellow on top, blue on bottom… hold it eye level, an end of the ribbon in each chiral appendage, with the dominant hand, no, poor biases on dominance but right has a bias in forms designated right by use… crud risc -- we gain speed in the missing info therefore, we are born knowing nothing but which hand is right. Using that right hand, twist the ribbon so the right thumb touches yellow and the right finger is touching blue. On the other hand, take up the opposition. Now, bring the ribbon ends near enough to merge and weave into a loop, an unorientable or unoccidentable band ( imagine no seam), twirl it round not an eight, a Möbius band, a nifty invention, ever in public domain and open science of the non-con kind confidence games. remember those? bumpkins in the Naked City buying the Brooklyn Bridge? laugh at the bar bar heko heko har har har barbar aryans swept into the south as the younger dryas looked on… tic -- okeh there was a break in the tension-- Möbius trails of information may be wownd, 'round spools of do-nut shape entangled by the loop which, as you know now, has one edge and one side in the world you live in, remember Muntz Stereo-Paks? these days you gotta have an old soul t' remember those. I stole the first one I ever saw, but that's another line of reasoning regarding the path behind me, not regarding the path in front of you. We are lost. Or asleep. That's been rumored as have wars. Ah, reason in a maddened being, such a tangled web. look for a yellow fuggitchew ribbon, wit the seal broke…
The events are true as perceived at the moment, but if you are stuck in a loop, I hope you know the physics won't change if you break a construct, socially.
#old#dude#trip
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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