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in my paradigm, a word to define from now on such words, we presume you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019. if you don't assume you knew what that word meant when phirst poured into me, the idea in the word, actedly as you act ually allow true, in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow? presumptible words hold whole preconceptual assumption of the neccessary fiction Migration outa hell, the myth ic map. That'll only getcha yea far. Once a good idea has a man, History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture, (lest we forget, some animals is more equal) but once manifested, the awaited ones, groaned for in labour like, the twentieth century here we come the good idea posse, plague on userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors confessing greed is the engine of onward, as we were, we shall become they say to the we we ain't. We are robbers of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured guild rules for heresy pre vention. Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in fluency, we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on things hidden from the foundations of the world, now, all ye need is -- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved -- from word one to right just now, -- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase ---a quest request. -----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords -----and key phrases, ----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew, ---- as magi were said to do? ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den, a glance o'er y'shoulder, duck, crawl, through the wall we chipped away some old mortar around stones who can testify our right to interupt re ality, as you will --- AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer, relative of the Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain, through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial genes pre valent in general hill folk who tend to bake probiotic home-made bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with certain old recipes and those smells, ****** gluonic pro tonic action, but I am a recent roll-out, 5G. We be given leave for quarkish tricks with words, if you can believe that. Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then, you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl, you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson polysyllabic synchronic ex-plain words, You did read the whole reading list, right? How childish a question have you lied to answer, because, aitia, you did not know? New values. Junk yard values. What good's this thang? That's a crankshaft, the piston rod connects down from the piston, down to that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix. SO, what good's it? Not much. The car it was in won't work no more. ----- on the border twixt known and un the future scented in the past, orange blossum special, borego super bloom golden valley full o' poppies, in re al life, already already, alright. If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond the possibility of that now winter then to sustain or even wake 2 in twenty, back then when rain did not come until Febru ary, and then, but a pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into pollen on the way west, sea, see us from our wind, next winter, we have sown our hearts out, so send some clouds to start the spell, the smell, desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see, intagiios of life laughing in color for such as find now enough, enough to see and let be true, look up and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could with your eye, your POV in sus pected un belief. Pop. --- the current or pre existant state next. AH HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery fectory confections one may buy hand-dipped in many wee wide spots in the road, where enough was enough a good while ago. A previous and probable future stable horizon of delight no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is from when the hearts of men had never been re deemed worth the effort to fill them with you know, good and evil, plus why and how not, you know, you know how, but you know how not to, too. And any fool can learn in life's most dangerous univers ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper ience. Winning and being may not be mistook past here. Find that which has been lost since birth. Find the old way, where good is. Walk it. Find the message in the old words. Talk it. Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ... come to think... Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices, fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath, way back, when... I was sung once, just once... in an orange orchard, I was the the ****** or dwarf who caught the idea from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs Operetic otic baritone Faith is the evidence Faith! is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense, ( william tell) Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise, considered us fools, who said in their hearts, here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then) the dwarf in me caught the idea and went Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor, Woe to the soul, what don't believe, Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out, role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness, that feeling, y'know. You got it.
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
A little think on how wisdom is found
in my paradigm, a word to define from now on such words, we presume you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019. if you don't assume you knew what that word meant when phirst poured into me, the idea in the word, actedly as you act ually allow true, in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow? presumptible words hold whole preconceptual assumption of the neccessary fiction Migration outa hell, the myth ic map. That'll only getcha yea far. Once a good idea has a man, History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture, (lest we forget, some animals is more equal) but once manifested, the awaited ones, groaned for in labour like, the twentieth century here we come the good idea posse, plague on userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors confessing greed is the engine of onward, as we were, we shall become they say to the we we ain't. We are robbers of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured guild rules for heresy pre vention. Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in fluency, we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on things hidden from the foundations of the world, now, all ye need is -- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved -- from word one to right just now, -- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase ---a quest request. -----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords -----and key phrases, ----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew, ---- as magi were said to do? ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den, a glance o'er y'shoulder, duck, crawl, through the wall we chipped away some old mortar around stones who can testify our right to interupt re ality, as you will --- AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer, relative of the Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain, through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial genes pre valent in general hill folk who tend to bake probiotic home-made bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with certain old recipes and those smells, ****** gluonic pro tonic action, but I am a recent roll-out, 5G. We be given leave for quarkish tricks with words, if you can believe that. Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then, you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl, you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson polysyllabic synchronic ex-plain words, You did read the whole reading list, right? How childish a question have you lied to answer, because, aitia, you did not know? New values. Junk yard values. What good's this thang? That's a crankshaft, the piston rod connects down from the piston, down to that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix. SO, what good's it? Not much. The car it was in won't work no more. ----- on the border twixt known and un the future scented in the past, orange blossum special, borego super bloom golden valley full o' poppies, in re al life, already already, alright. If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond the possibility of that now winter then to sustain or even wake 2 in twenty, back then when rain did not come until Febru ary, and then, but a pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into pollen on the way west, sea, see us from our wind, next winter, we have sown our hearts out, so send some clouds to start the spell, the smell, desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see, intagiios of life laughing in color for such as find now enough, enough to see and let be true, look up and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could with your eye, your POV in sus pected un belief. Pop. --- the current or pre existant state next. AH HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery fectory confections one may buy hand-dipped in many wee wide spots in the road, where enough was enough a good while ago. A previous and probable future stable horizon of delight no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is from when the hearts of men had never been re deemed worth the effort to fill them with you know, good and evil, plus why and how not, you know, you know how, but you know how not to, too. And any fool can learn in life's most dangerous univers ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper ience. Winning and being may not be mistook past here. Find that which has been lost since birth. Find the old way, where good is. Walk it. Find the message in the old words. Talk it. Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ... come to think... Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices, fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath, way back, when... I was sung once, just once... in an orange orchard, I was the the ****** or dwarf who caught the idea from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs Operetic otic baritone Faith is the evidence Faith! is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense, ( william tell) Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise, considered us fools, who said in their hearts, here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then) the dwarf in me caught the idea and went Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor, Woe to the soul, what don't believe, Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out, role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness, that feeling, y'know. You got it.
Casting my bread upon the water, so ... we'll see, now, won't we?
#wisdom#paradigm#presume#assume
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
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