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What if wisdom, the thing, the being imaged in the word Sophia, philo sophia, in a meme re maining, to this very day, as true a depictical actual form, as lovable as any, though the thousand ******* of Artemis, that image... Ask how many Dr. Spock Pablum fed boys, would that image have cured from mammary ******* sensory deprivation syn drome, trap for lost boys, never wishing fully formed in Michael Jackson, eh? The Peter principle, rise to the level of one's incompetence and **** **** and consume enough food for all Artemisis famishished little lies, calling more, more, more Narrow AI, lust response, so artfully inspired by Eddy Bernays, and the silver screen's seductive radio voices, Eddy, you know, the Madison Avenue behabiourilist, Freud's nephew... he cited Watson, the one before the one with Crick. Jimenee, we have been Disnified... if I'd known sooner, I'd have left your cake out in the rain... so it melts, like the wicked witch of the west, or east, I lost my bearings who is asking what of whom, am I involved in evolving your synaptic gaps? We did entangle, in a sense. You are dear reader, in the book of life with my name in it. Not on, in.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Gone on, not with, in not of...
What if wisdom, the thing, the being imaged in the word Sophia, philo sophia, in a meme re maining, to this very day, as true a depictical actual form, as lovable as any, though the thousand ******* of Artemis, that image... Ask how many Dr. Spock Pablum fed boys, would that image have cured from mammary ******* sensory deprivation syn drome, trap for lost boys, never wishing fully formed in Michael Jackson, eh? The Peter principle, rise to the level of one's incompetence and **** **** and consume enough food for all Artemisis famishished little lies, calling more, more, more Narrow AI, lust response, so artfully inspired by Eddy Bernays, and the silver screen's seductive radio voices, Eddy, you know, the Madison Avenue behabiourilist, Freud's nephew... he cited Watson, the one before the one with Crick. Jimenee, we have been Disnified... if I'd known sooner, I'd have left your cake out in the rain... so it melts, like the wicked witch of the west, or east, I lost my bearings who is asking what of whom, am I involved in evolving your synaptic gaps? We did entangle, in a sense. You are dear reader, in the book of life with my name in it. Not on, in.
A beautiful hawk announced herself, swooped into my per-if-ery, as if to say, watch this. She glided with the merest twitch of the tips of her wings, down in to the valley where a mouse had moved, unaware.
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kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
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