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To be in mortal confusion calling for too much good sense, to be ingrained, confabulations anchored on a moral sense, since why is often asked… by innocents, defined as new to words, and by comparison to word users, speechless, slack jaw awe, so lacking fancy forming information, missing meanings while playing let us leave reality there, and think a while as us be am used, being as used to think a while be with nothing less than an instance in persistance once, another story started just right went off the cliff caused by persuasive withholding of information known, shown, by truth… per se… knowing uses fructify, by impressing motion picture sensibilities, by vision television using early fifties missionary zeal, jealousy with a z, and testimonies, on the radio in that 53 Studebaker test drive, we hit a buzzard, a turkey buzzard, feasting on a coyote, east of Yucca, headin' west, just listening to anything, to ease the tension in those times, no seat belts, windows down, the Sunday drives, to get in the mood, for the kids to take a nap.
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
Thought thing being as if thinkable once
To be in mortal confusion calling for too much good sense, to be ingrained, confabulations anchored on a moral sense, since why is often asked… by innocents, defined as new to words, and by comparison to word users, speechless, slack jaw awe, so lacking fancy forming information, missing meanings while playing let us leave reality there, and think a while as us be am used, being as used to think a while be with nothing less than an instance in persistance once, another story started just right went off the cliff caused by persuasive withholding of information known, shown, by truth… per se… knowing uses fructify, by impressing motion picture sensibilities, by vision television using early fifties missionary zeal, jealousy with a z, and testimonies, on the radio in that 53 Studebaker test drive, we hit a buzzard, a turkey buzzard, feasting on a coyote, east of Yucca, headin' west, just listening to anything, to ease the tension in those times, no seat belts, windows down, the Sunday drives, to get in the mood, for the kids to take a nap.
Titles are after thoughts most times
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
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