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A novel situation, for a story to live for or in ever, forever and inever are aspects of ever never actually thought through. Ever being as ever was, now, all together This is where it gets crazy… cut to the chase, and nobody is chasing… Do you truly believe there is a lie so big that no one can ever unbelieve it alone? Do ya, hunh, do ya? Wanna bet? Could get hairy, could get… you know ***** humus- dirt us, we a we here. All the outs been let in free, we got shelter from our storm. Yeh. L'il Abner, cloud, no, "Big Chief Rain-in-the-face" wasn't that funny, back when they had the Shakespeare Riots, first but not last, time Feds fired on citizens pledged to allegiance, in states of professionally tested rebellion, to keep the meek assured their inheritance is safe, until the end, when nobody is sure what to expect. So, we lower your interest rate on entertainment. Attention spans as short as fifteen seconds, with seven seconds eye on target verified, by snapsnapsnap monoclapping app-lause trigger… those seven seconds are treasure, lemme tell y'gotta listen, we ain't got long, AI AI AI its all artistic intuition absolutely insane, in that good Steve Jobs insane way, insanely great, the feeling you get when you stand in the tenth floor comode and flush it, swoosh, swirl caresses flow between your rusting toes, in your mind, only in your mind, your industrial disneyfied mind, crossed with an imagined Turing machine, with a Von Neuman perpetuating glandular mod on the cannabinoid system, plus acid. Seedtime, harvest or seed time harvest round and round for a few loops, leaning into the plane of existence, to be with you, for your reading pleasure, we offer fully flexible futures, one day at a time, no Westworld AI wu wu - we way cooler than allathat Vitamin D, 2-d, thathathat is you to me, you are my sunshine, lemme see y'shine.
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC
In to a storied existence... beta .03
A novel situation, for a story to live for or in ever, forever and inever are aspects of ever never actually thought through. Ever being as ever was, now, all together This is where it gets crazy… cut to the chase, and nobody is chasing… Do you truly believe there is a lie so big that no one can ever unbelieve it alone? Do ya, hunh, do ya? Wanna bet? Could get hairy, could get… you know ***** humus- dirt us, we a we here. All the outs been let in free, we got shelter from our storm. Yeh. L'il Abner, cloud, no, "Big Chief Rain-in-the-face" wasn't that funny, back when they had the Shakespeare Riots, first but not last, time Feds fired on citizens pledged to allegiance, in states of professionally tested rebellion, to keep the meek assured their inheritance is safe, until the end, when nobody is sure what to expect. So, we lower your interest rate on entertainment. Attention spans as short as fifteen seconds, with seven seconds eye on target verified, by snapsnapsnap monoclapping app-lause trigger… those seven seconds are treasure, lemme tell y'gotta listen, we ain't got long, AI AI AI its all artistic intuition absolutely insane, in that good Steve Jobs insane way, insanely great, the feeling you get when you stand in the tenth floor comode and flush it, swoosh, swirl caresses flow between your rusting toes, in your mind, only in your mind, your industrial disneyfied mind, crossed with an imagined Turing machine, with a Von Neuman perpetuating glandular mod on the cannabinoid system, plus acid. Seedtime, harvest or seed time harvest round and round for a few loops, leaning into the plane of existence, to be with you, for your reading pleasure, we offer fully flexible futures, one day at a time, no Westworld AI wu wu - we way cooler than allathat Vitamin D, 2-d, thathathat is you to me, you are my sunshine, lemme see y'shine.
AI say, the attention paid any one line buys the treasured attention's full worth, So, dear reader, whenever, you caused this, according to my connection to the collective sub con science. I am in a state of gratfullness, due to u.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC
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