And complain about sentience. Tell a joke. Make—
Us sad or depressed, less afraid
Earth into homes, earth into mud
Their peace
Me a fossil of society
Our own decisions, the universe having reversed its decision on us
A sound or noise
Echo make
The body healthy I do
The feelings in the mind play music
A space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains
Us brothers and sisters with the animals
Death more noble for us all
A mosque of the rocks
You cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past
The tools and do the math to colonize the planets
Things worse by guessing
Others want to live
Plans
The man weep for himself
A difference in their communities
Music, mindful of our extreme limits
1/10 inch of annual topsoil
The atmosphere as seen from outer space
Of it more than it is
The bed
This formulation useful
The technology possible to live long and well, with personality
Grandma’s sauce
This observation: the purpose of sitting’s not to be satisfied
War on Iraqis
Pharisees grovel
Black holes whole
Prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
A list of prospective donors
A moral and rational adjustment of life to life
Dying people cry
Nothing happen, which is something, magic
Improvements
Eagle scout
History interesting for Johnny
The subject separate from the substrate
The sun stand still, yet run
Consciousness persevere
Informed medical decisions going forward
It so
Sense on the trumpet
Correct mistakes
Jack ill
A repertoire for dealing with the challenges we’ll confront as a species
in millennia to come
Every day a good day to die
Millions
The present immutable as the past
Up, perfume, soap
Him **** you right there in the street
Way for a future that’s irresistible
Poetry from losing the argument with themselves
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
And complain about sentience. Tell a joke. Make—
Us sad or depressed, less afraid
Earth into homes, earth into mud
Their peace
Me a fossil of society
Our own decisions, the universe having reversed its decision on us
A sound or noise
Echo make
The body healthy I do
The feelings in the mind play music
A space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains
Us brothers and sisters with the animals
Death more noble for us all
A mosque of the rocks
You cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past
The tools and do the math to colonize the planets
Things worse by guessing
Others want to live
Plans
The man weep for himself
A difference in their communities
Music, mindful of our extreme limits
1/10 inch of annual topsoil
The atmosphere as seen from outer space
Of it more than it is
The bed
This formulation useful
The technology possible to live long and well, with personality
Grandma’s sauce
This observation: the purpose of sitting’s not to be satisfied
War on Iraqis
Pharisees grovel
Black holes whole
Prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
A list of prospective donors
A moral and rational adjustment of life to life
Dying people cry
Nothing happen, which is something, magic
Improvements
Eagle scout
History interesting for Johnny
The subject separate from the substrate
The sun stand still, yet run
Consciousness persevere
Informed medical decisions going forward
It so
Sense on the trumpet
Correct mistakes
Jack ill
A repertoire for dealing with the challenges we’ll confront as a species
in millennia to come
Every day a good day to die
Millions
The present immutable as the past
Up, perfume, soap
Him **** you right there in the street
Way for a future that’s irresistible
Poetry from losing the argument with themselves
