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it just could be all I'm sayin is it might be me, or you and me because once you agreed with me that if we could agree we might settle some confusion and make some lasting peace. It could be you and me, in the end, who had such power all along. Don't get me wrong. I'm just sayin' we could all agree that death is part of life and nothing we do in life will help us know f'shore, but I bet it has no punitive purpose, life teaches lessons, not death. All's I'm saying, we could agree but, we just never considered this might be our own determined free will doing some never done deed heroic, like binding the sweet influences of Pleiades, or re linking us to a hope hidden in fear of death, retying the shades of liberty to our souls. My side wins when we agree, so if I surrender my will to thine, freely, see we win. Death has no course that led to victory. Fear of death is the lie that holds men slave to the market and to war. Lose the fear, lose the dread.
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:55 AM UTC
It occurred to me to say, we might agree
it just could be all I'm sayin is it might be me, or you and me because once you agreed with me that if we could agree we might settle some confusion and make some lasting peace. It could be you and me, in the end, who had such power all along. Don't get me wrong. I'm just sayin' we could all agree that death is part of life and nothing we do in life will help us know f'shore, but I bet it has no punitive purpose, life teaches lessons, not death. All's I'm saying, we could agree but, we just never considered this might be our own determined free will doing some never done deed heroic, like binding the sweet influences of Pleiades, or re linking us to a hope hidden in fear of death, retying the shades of liberty to our souls. My side wins when we agree, so if I surrender my will to thine, freely, see we win. Death has no course that led to victory. Fear of death is the lie that holds men slave to the market and to war. Lose the fear, lose the dread.
Woke up and wrote it down, what it appears to be tomorrow is what it is. Bill and Ted meet William Blake in a forest...
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:55 AM UTC
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