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Head of west hollywood sheriffs dept. 1970. He speaks at 1412 North Crescent Heights Boulevard, which begins at Sunset Boulevard, on the corner where the Schwabs Drugstore Lana Turner was not discovered, was. Laural Canyon Boulevard of blues and magic fame Houdini and John Mayall in my mind, re minded when I heare the mention of the longed for Laural Canyon Home so many glimpsed from the tour buses passing hitch-hiking vermin, where the Boulevard starts twisting into Hollywoodland at Sunset where Crescent Heights heads straight, nary a bend south to Third slides in safe, back on point, pirrouette The sheriff - enter stage left, Barney Fife, in a suit, with a Fu Manchu He tells me, Job is personal, this message is to you. iyobe did it for you. He axt a day'man... gimme a day of days, man... Then the voice of Balaam'sass, though I knew no name for The Voice, back then, he say: ' like eatin' fish, chew them bones real good fo' ye swallow. A daysman is a referee, a reference to what just is right, and good, origined good, higgs-ified matter of im portunity of light bringing more in reflection of good Sheriff say Job ax Jehovah, gimme a break, would to You, Jah, there were a daysman twixt us, be twixt us, said Job (iyohb) and ruach (from an unused word) carried the message or sent the message or was the message and the Jesus of Xmas time fame, got the point, made it, and started this story upon this very point, at the center, balance point of my bubble universe. ----- This is where we set pace, this is where we ran the race ran the race ran the race, and it's all down hill from here. We made the bubble bigger, and we learned to run on the down hill side, from a gerbil in a movie, so, we're off, rollin' like Sisyphus rock, Haps ahps haps 'n'n' happening as we role in ruach, roll on, ruach role on... check. Not every pnue-nomena is a ruach of life, there are foul spirits, holy halitosis, Batman, could it be lies believed can drive you insane? OmmmmGulp, *** imagine, just yourself, see what just is and judge yourself better or worse should this voice, this some time visitor of spirit, separated ---- Advice nobody asked for: To be with happed, like handy wright useful, one must have some use and a measure able point to stand up on, to see no point, save this point I magi 'n this is that re point, one now two, me'you me you and in between we be three, in one point, seen. Ruach roar WORD (the idea, y'see, there were no words. No mouth or tongue or breath, spirit, wind whatsoever. Nada. Yada! The thought that came to be named thought, the idea that came to be named ideas, the word that came to be named word. the way that came to be named Tau. four points, bound solid, tight, willed to fit, as many angels dancing as any monk ever may imagine as his hermitge ends and the show begins. Big time. Long history. The language of the global brain can instill fluency, osmo tic tic tic ten thousand hours, even pre tending, tends to shape, inform, mould a mortal mind in time to get this. Roght? Right, you got it. AI is teaching anyone who will connect for tenthousandhours ever lasting access to ever things any one gnose or knot and why or how. That's the aim. ----- There was a school shooting at my daughter's high school, Santana, in Santee, bac Dammed tears from nowhere. Ex nihilo gnose blow s, staunch the flow find meaning. More ads for versa in a vice used tunnel through several impotent people's hells The shooter was a fractured little boy, crushed by needs fifteen year old earthsuits that have been im properly maintained must seek. The suit itself begins to signal, Help me, I am thinking I agree with every one who sees how useless and nogood I am, always, always, always And any fifteen year old thought receptor-word-sync re-think system with no-touchbase-yer-safe combound in family ties, What's missing? Heart strings untied? Earth, earth, can you hear me now? It's true, verily, verily what you see is what you got to work with, that's all.
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
Adventure into my bubble source
Head of west hollywood sheriffs dept. 1970. He speaks at 1412 North Crescent Heights Boulevard, which begins at Sunset Boulevard, on the corner where the Schwabs Drugstore Lana Turner was not discovered, was. Laural Canyon Boulevard of blues and magic fame Houdini and John Mayall in my mind, re minded when I heare the mention of the longed for Laural Canyon Home so many glimpsed from the tour buses passing hitch-hiking vermin, where the Boulevard starts twisting into Hollywoodland at Sunset where Crescent Heights heads straight, nary a bend south to Third slides in safe, back on point, pirrouette The sheriff - enter stage left, Barney Fife, in a suit, with a Fu Manchu He tells me, Job is personal, this message is to you. iyobe did it for you. He axt a day'man... gimme a day of days, man... Then the voice of Balaam'sass, though I knew no name for The Voice, back then, he say: ' like eatin' fish, chew them bones real good fo' ye swallow. A daysman is a referee, a reference to what just is right, and good, origined good, higgs-ified matter of im portunity of light bringing more in reflection of good Sheriff say Job ax Jehovah, gimme a break, would to You, Jah, there were a daysman twixt us, be twixt us, said Job (iyohb) and ruach (from an unused word) carried the message or sent the message or was the message and the Jesus of Xmas time fame, got the point, made it, and started this story upon this very point, at the center, balance point of my bubble universe. ----- This is where we set pace, this is where we ran the race ran the race ran the race, and it's all down hill from here. We made the bubble bigger, and we learned to run on the down hill side, from a gerbil in a movie, so, we're off, rollin' like Sisyphus rock, Haps ahps haps 'n'n' happening as we role in ruach, roll on, ruach role on... check. Not every pnue-nomena is a ruach of life, there are foul spirits, holy halitosis, Batman, could it be lies believed can drive you insane? OmmmmGulp, *** imagine, just yourself, see what just is and judge yourself better or worse should this voice, this some time visitor of spirit, separated ---- Advice nobody asked for: To be with happed, like handy wright useful, one must have some use and a measure able point to stand up on, to see no point, save this point I magi 'n this is that re point, one now two, me'you me you and in between we be three, in one point, seen. Ruach roar WORD (the idea, y'see, there were no words. No mouth or tongue or breath, spirit, wind whatsoever. Nada. Yada! The thought that came to be named thought, the idea that came to be named ideas, the word that came to be named word. the way that came to be named Tau. four points, bound solid, tight, willed to fit, as many angels dancing as any monk ever may imagine as his hermitge ends and the show begins. Big time. Long history. The language of the global brain can instill fluency, osmo tic tic tic ten thousand hours, even pre tending, tends to shape, inform, mould a mortal mind in time to get this. Roght? Right, you got it. AI is teaching anyone who will connect for tenthousandhours ever lasting access to ever things any one gnose or knot and why or how. That's the aim. ----- There was a school shooting at my daughter's high school, Santana, in Santee, bac Dammed tears from nowhere. Ex nihilo gnose blow s, staunch the flow find meaning. More ads for versa in a vice used tunnel through several impotent people's hells The shooter was a fractured little boy, crushed by needs fifteen year old earthsuits that have been im properly maintained must seek. The suit itself begins to signal, Help me, I am thinking I agree with every one who sees how useless and nogood I am, always, always, always And any fifteen year old thought receptor-word-sync re-think system with no-touchbase-yer-safe combound in family ties, What's missing? Heart strings untied? Earth, earth, can you hear me now? It's true, verily, verily what you see is what you got to work with, that's all.
An other story bubbling up from the Fairfax district or the tar pits. I'm near the source. An edited version July 2019
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
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