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RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT The Word to me became a secret, which i re-sired to risk-over; to her it was a cravancy, which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers cho-zen. -- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.                                            I tried to picture it,                                           stores of data as they moved through the mind.                                                                               What did they Store away?                                        Hopes?                                        Dreams?                                        Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?                                        I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.                                        And then, one moment... 7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it. Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.                                                I got it. Frank: It was strange the way it happened.            Suddenly... you get a brache!            All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.            What a sucker you've been,            what a FTOOL you've been.            The answer was there all the time.             It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.             AN ACCIDENT!             And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.             that elusive thought, that...             thought that is the test of freedom...             YES I have that data!             I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE! STOP: TURN THOUGHT
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
The Letter-Ing: chos-zen threads
RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT The Word to me became a secret, which i re-sired to risk-over; to her it was a cravancy, which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers cho-zen. -- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.                                            I tried to picture it,                                           stores of data as they moved through the mind.                                                                               What did they Store away?                                        Hopes?                                        Dreams?                                        Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?                                        I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.                                        And then, one moment... 7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it. Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.                                                I got it. Frank: It was strange the way it happened.            Suddenly... you get a brache!            All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.            What a sucker you've been,            what a FTOOL you've been.            The answer was there all the time.             It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.             AN ACCIDENT!             And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.             that elusive thought, that...             thought that is the test of freedom...             YES I have that data!             I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE! STOP: TURN THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing: chos-zen threads thirteenth or last in a series of poems made of quotes one part to a whole its sum has yet to be totaled may be more than its parts subject to change
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
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