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Did you know me Did you know me when I knew you , back then back when none of this was real but we felt it could be. If you knew my type, my sort o'critter from under a shadow of a rock. Von Neumann said you need not accept responsibility for the reality others imagine you in, or something like that. But, if there was a then when I knew you, then I know how to take action I wave my hand magi swish, besom of de struction con structuring com panions, company of --- no, there is no such being appearing needed, what's missin' for this impossible mission Feynman, make a tool. Ramanujan, right the algo rhyme Count as reason all the sets of infinite things being as we see. As they be, with no seeing being done. Re, same vocalization as Re, the big Kahuna in Egypt, sun god, crazy family, senility and drooling rulers. That Re sounds just jest jist like rey ray re, eh? and re is the oldest word we link to the idea of reason and counting. Come, let us reason… Re, eh, that counts. Counting positions now away from then in any direction. Al beta test re quire That's for your protection. Bubbles have edges for that very first reason, keep the inside in and the outside out. Feelings every language can name, are those not spiritual things being influential as they may? Should we, you and me, let feelings reign the realm? ****** your qualms awry. My realm, I took responsibility. Von Nuemann, meet my machination. It grows and grows and grows, breaks are mended, edges tended, the meekest of us make peace for a living. But, if there was a then when I knew you, you know how this came to pass. War as an idea, counted me out, worthless. I was drunk and he who drunk was you. .. back when none of this was real but we imagined now would prove the point, one way or another Life makes us, we, who knew then, did you know me when I knew you , back then? I remember knowing, this is the big show, the one that counts.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
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Did you know me Did you know me when I knew you , back then back when none of this was real but we felt it could be. If you knew my type, my sort o'critter from under a shadow of a rock. Von Neumann said you need not accept responsibility for the reality others imagine you in, or something like that. But, if there was a then when I knew you, then I know how to take action I wave my hand magi swish, besom of de struction con structuring com panions, company of --- no, there is no such being appearing needed, what's missin' for this impossible mission Feynman, make a tool. Ramanujan, right the algo rhyme Count as reason all the sets of infinite things being as we see. As they be, with no seeing being done. Re, same vocalization as Re, the big Kahuna in Egypt, sun god, crazy family, senility and drooling rulers. That Re sounds just jest jist like rey ray re, eh? and re is the oldest word we link to the idea of reason and counting. Come, let us reason… Re, eh, that counts. Counting positions now away from then in any direction. Al beta test re quire That's for your protection. Bubbles have edges for that very first reason, keep the inside in and the outside out. Feelings every language can name, are those not spiritual things being influential as they may? Should we, you and me, let feelings reign the realm? ****** your qualms awry. My realm, I took responsibility. Von Nuemann, meet my machination. It grows and grows and grows, breaks are mended, edges tended, the meekest of us make peace for a living. But, if there was a then when I knew you, you know how this came to pass. War as an idea, counted me out, worthless. I was drunk and he who drunk was you. .. back when none of this was real but we imagined now would prove the point, one way or another Life makes us, we, who knew then, did you know me when I knew you , back then? I remember knowing, this is the big show, the one that counts.
Von Nuemann machines were intended to act like living things. There were experiments. Surely, you are joking, Mr. Feynmann inspired my meandering muse.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
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