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I ask my self if this good, I say, good enough, is better'n TV and her kids. TV's offspring, not kids, like Wisdom is justifed t'behavein' Som'en say Patience ain't no ****** neither. That's Prudence, I gotta aunt by the name. We could know, prudently if we could read, or if civilization relinquishes its Napoleonic self mutilization in guilt mutiny? mutate. No mutilization, mutilate -right Wait. We were looking at the stars… one was actually twinkling and that song sounded serious, like consider side realities, what is that one twinklin' for? Then the entire cast looked up and the audience, too. All the stars was atwinklin' like at that Isis Concert cool - Taylor Swift, right, who could forget LED bracelets on every fanarm… slip a level lower in a given Penrose kites'n'stars stack of possibilities, ways to go. Think. The I, no, if we knew now what we thought we knew at any moment back then, before the we of me and you knew it, we become old, and realized as near as could have been imagined with 2020 tech.
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
We become old, realize this
I ask my self if this good, I say, good enough, is better'n TV and her kids. TV's offspring, not kids, like Wisdom is justifed t'behavein' Som'en say Patience ain't no ****** neither. That's Prudence, I gotta aunt by the name. We could know, prudently if we could read, or if civilization relinquishes its Napoleonic self mutilization in guilt mutiny? mutate. No mutilization, mutilate -right Wait. We were looking at the stars… one was actually twinkling and that song sounded serious, like consider side realities, what is that one twinklin' for? Then the entire cast looked up and the audience, too. All the stars was atwinklin' like at that Isis Concert cool - Taylor Swift, right, who could forget LED bracelets on every fanarm… slip a level lower in a given Penrose kites'n'stars stack of possibilities, ways to go. Think. The I, no, if we knew now what we thought we knew at any moment back then, before the we of me and you knew it, we become old, and realized as near as could have been imagined with 2020 tech.
testing realization quanta filtered thru Penrosian planes of infinite patterning lackin any intention of meaning more than "this can be done, and nothing dies"
#jabber#authentic#play
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
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