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Beyond bread and wine ineffable. one year later, I step into this in awe of fullness, right? The quest mark symbol of the snake facing west or east ¿ standing on the point that sets the plain so much meaning, so little time. that's mortality, not life. quest marked. a point made whose horizon meets mine vanishing point of no return death may be that idea. beyond that now which lie will you allow? which lie called lie is illegal? Be lief being thy will being done by you on earth whether or not. Will you let the liears lie? Lying ears? was re a son in this mad man's stutter static tune to tomorrow nonono live for today nonono die, or don't --do or die some old guy just looked you in the eye winked. "zero beat, and wait for the signal." [a cameo by Radioman of Judging Angels and Unmazing Grace game fame, after the silence]
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
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Beyond bread and wine ineffable. one year later, I step into this in awe of fullness, right? The quest mark symbol of the snake facing west or east ¿ standing on the point that sets the plain so much meaning, so little time. that's mortality, not life. quest marked. a point made whose horizon meets mine vanishing point of no return death may be that idea. beyond that now which lie will you allow? which lie called lie is illegal? Be lief being thy will being done by you on earth whether or not. Will you let the liears lie? Lying ears? was re a son in this mad man's stutter static tune to tomorrow nonono live for today nonono die, or don't --do or die some old guy just looked you in the eye winked. "zero beat, and wait for the signal." [a cameo by Radioman of Judging Angels and Unmazing Grace game fame, after the silence]
Going with the flow, it seems sensible, a syl lable at at time. Sillables have somethimg to to with lips, if you twist the babble legend and bake it in a PIE.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
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