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2020 -day 84 Tuesday, March 24, 2020 8:55 AM Seeing wrong, seeing all the light available, swallowed in the shadows. The unknowable turns believable. Seeing monsters made up of fears, non knowns, and warnings of what if; how does the seer ever see the absense of all that never was as it all appears as real is now visible in the light of day after tomorrow. Expect, see, out there, ex-spectate, wait what if this all passes ---- Meeting death in the barren market place, this old man insisted on standing, to see past pasts claiming causal friction grows slicker sticky corruption shorting utilities to ground us. {about five hundred million functional on-offs fit on the silicon in a single grain, a finite grain, in the finite sand, FYI} pearl essence, a layer of lacquer on a rough cut stone, a single granular bit of silicon, not sand, not silicone leaked from cracks and cleavages. Real natural silicon, minus the dioxide cubist sand shapers that seem to hold silicon in three-d inside an oyster gut, but smooth silicon, slick flat silken surface, formed via imagi-tec-hative prognostication of holo grammatical bubbles shaping spheres of in fluence where once were only circles and every thing was as simple as pi and Bohrian atoms. from 1905 to now, in some boxes men think in, imagining orbiting electrons is how authoritarian sci using folk explain chemical electricity, and some try to say gravity is the active force at work. Word, we know better... in the two d reality of words and flatness, here psy psi sci wist ye not- known knowns trump unknown unknowns. Yes, we won. Wisdom first, as a force, knowing, sci itself comes first, by any name you claim you know but can't say, for fear of the power in such names, no, for fear of the power that makes such words, magic words, words only magi-techs can utilize safely in low light conditions, adding matrices in layers of little lies, informing the evidence chain back to the idea of taking, and using, perhaps, the idea of acting like only certain sorts of minds may imagine knowing how to use God - big g, all emanations and flavors 's name in vain. Jot that down. Yod heh heh heh here, have a sound track for the battle being set in array... Don't Fear the Reaper 40,000 every day, la la, la la la -- blue oyster cult mythic edge of sixties band rock rollin' music for happy Sisyphus fans, who find links to Camus in Covid 19 news, oh no knowing growing must go on, we leak out a spurt of pearl essence, warning, this could be slippery, keep your balance, walk don't run, listen we survived, there is no guilt in that. Nor must we do more than mortally possible, to believe this life is temporary, at best. consist, insist, resistance is futile, tiny grain irritant emanating signals secrete the pearly essence, encompass us so smooth, so full of potential beauty in this light
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
In the dark, make a spark
2020 -day 84 Tuesday, March 24, 2020 8:55 AM Seeing wrong, seeing all the light available, swallowed in the shadows. The unknowable turns believable. Seeing monsters made up of fears, non knowns, and warnings of what if; how does the seer ever see the absense of all that never was as it all appears as real is now visible in the light of day after tomorrow. Expect, see, out there, ex-spectate, wait what if this all passes ---- Meeting death in the barren market place, this old man insisted on standing, to see past pasts claiming causal friction grows slicker sticky corruption shorting utilities to ground us. {about five hundred million functional on-offs fit on the silicon in a single grain, a finite grain, in the finite sand, FYI} pearl essence, a layer of lacquer on a rough cut stone, a single granular bit of silicon, not sand, not silicone leaked from cracks and cleavages. Real natural silicon, minus the dioxide cubist sand shapers that seem to hold silicon in three-d inside an oyster gut, but smooth silicon, slick flat silken surface, formed via imagi-tec-hative prognostication of holo grammatical bubbles shaping spheres of in fluence where once were only circles and every thing was as simple as pi and Bohrian atoms. from 1905 to now, in some boxes men think in, imagining orbiting electrons is how authoritarian sci using folk explain chemical electricity, and some try to say gravity is the active force at work. Word, we know better... in the two d reality of words and flatness, here psy psi sci wist ye not- known knowns trump unknown unknowns. Yes, we won. Wisdom first, as a force, knowing, sci itself comes first, by any name you claim you know but can't say, for fear of the power in such names, no, for fear of the power that makes such words, magic words, words only magi-techs can utilize safely in low light conditions, adding matrices in layers of little lies, informing the evidence chain back to the idea of taking, and using, perhaps, the idea of acting like only certain sorts of minds may imagine knowing how to use God - big g, all emanations and flavors 's name in vain. Jot that down. Yod heh heh heh here, have a sound track for the battle being set in array... Don't Fear the Reaper 40,000 every day, la la, la la la -- blue oyster cult mythic edge of sixties band rock rollin' music for happy Sisyphus fans, who find links to Camus in Covid 19 news, oh no knowing growing must go on, we leak out a spurt of pearl essence, warning, this could be slippery, keep your balance, walk don't run, listen we survived, there is no guilt in that. Nor must we do more than mortally possible, to believe this life is temporary, at best. consist, insist, resistance is futile, tiny grain irritant emanating signals secrete the pearly essence, encompass us so smooth, so full of potential beauty in this light
Bright and early, I remembered any music I wish for is probably on YouTube. And some times, I sing along
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
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