Dec 2018
Clarifying failed. Spelchek is not on strike.
{clear ification, an ionic bond be tween me and thee,
alienated mind, not mined, crafted
from tactics and strategies
beyond chess.
Player One,
1980's era
jewish-geek-mid-pubesence-kid-level,
proceed with caution.
This trope has trapped many a curious child.
---
Now, enter the old ones,
Grandfather taught uncle chess so well
he went to the state tournament in Kayenta,
and a grandma was
state-champ-bare-bow-in-the-rain-shooter,
these, now must learn
minecraft on x-box to be considered
for the real life role of
good at games grand parents
from the time right after atom bombs kicked up dust
places dust had not been in a very long time and
as the dust began to settle
some dust mights was cationic.
Negative bits, they became embedded in the code.
Bumps, fering, coming together
just a knot in a string,
attracting anionic curiosity might
round and round phorward ferring to be
a thread to tie my heart to yours
like twisted Pima cotton thread,
that I pulled from an old sweatshirt
to tie a crow feather in this paho of words filled with old jokes
Making this clear would belie the entire story AI and I know true}
truth is. we agree. no capsokehspaceasneededcommasetal.
caps okeh space as needed commas et al
go.
Did that work? That line
subject of this act fact done, agree to follow,
and I may lead and be
not you, me, dear reader, I mean first true
there is no any if nothing is. So simple some say its sublime beyond the spectrum of ones
and zeros thought on off probably
either or any time time can be accounted for
wouldn't you take a
thought, nothing,
as it is commonly said to be understandable,
the state of not being, imagine that
the state of not being we negate in being,
unless you are mad and are lost in a whirlwind
such as such voices have been said to
have twisted into threads as
wicks for our lamps
turn floating on
golden oil twisting
wickered into wickering wee shadow fibers
on the western wall for legends to sprout from.
Wickering mare over there, expands us both by my hearing her
you had no idea she was near enough to hear
time is no barrier in actual ever.
What phor can contain me,
whispered my whimsy
Imagine she spoke,
what would she say for what reason
would she say
good good good, I feel good, ha,
I am right, by accident. ever body can feel this good.
good is good.
good is.
Sam Harris, agrees, good as far as good goes, is good
in every vecter from now
the terrain does exist, beyond the moral landscape, to
true true
trust me, I been there.
Been there done that was inserted into the vernacular on my watch,
first summer post war.
matter must not matter as much to me as it does to thee, nestypass? no se?
All jewish boys have chess move metaphors.
(a phor is for containing,
bearing
meta,
everybody knows, like metaphysics,
after physics in the stack of stackable metadata)
OHMYGOD THE IDW circa 2018 -- who knew I ate this **** up?
[the old code calls for excretion of digested material
from which meaning has been extracted in the idleword accounting processor:
literal
<pre>what if utterance=****, then **** haps, no else then</pre>]
Did that happen? One of my friends told me that happened in Florida, the whole world turned to ****... for lack of a nail a kingdom was lost, they say, little foxes spoil the grapes,
hung chad ex
cuses...
Pre-expandable ROM, not magic. tech,
pre-infinite imagination? impossible.
and nothing is what is impossible with good as god.
Is there no perfect game?
is the game the session or the life of the user
offline
rerererererererererereroxotoxin, poison pen
ideal viral umph exspelliered
up against the wall
reset. We
kunoon albania omerta oy vey, who could say?
one way better, one way not? quark.
up or down, with variable spins, who can say?
Life's right,
yes. but mo'ons of other something must have been for higgs to ever matter
and it does, I got commas, from 2018.
Are you with me? This is that book I told you I had access…
You or some mind other than mine owned mind, where
my owned peace rests in truth,
otherwise, I know every any or else in the code since I can recall,
in time
if this were a test I swore to take to prove to you
the we can be me in your head
phillipkdicktated clue
if you don't know me by now, maybe we should stop.
Temptations are times. Time things. Time spans, yeah, like bridges
or portals, right
The Internet in One Day, Fred Pryor Resources,
Wu'wuchim 1995.
Ever, not everish or everistic or every, but ever
body knows,
but you.
Catch up. We left all our doors blown off, once we learned that we could blow our own doors off,
there are no open sesames or slips of leth or sibylets
shiba yah you knew all along there was a
song she sang all one and we watched it morph
before our very eyes
alone.
The magic stories words may contain, may bear, we must agree
more than we may know, by faith, metagnostic as we see
the sublime gift of the magi
become clear und
be und sein sind both trueture same tu you, we agree.
But. Lock here, no pre 2018 editing codes
validate past last go.
{clear ification, an ionic bond be tween me and thee,
alienated mind, not mined, crafted
from tactics and strategies
beyond chess.
Player One,
1980's era
jewish-geek-mid-pubesence-kid-level,
proceed with caution.
This trope has trapped many a curious child.
---
Now, enter the old ones,
Grandfather taught uncle chess so well
he went to the state tournament in Kayenta,
and a grandma was
state-champ-bare-bow-in-the-rain-shooter,
these, now must learn
minecraft on x-box to be considered
for the real life role of
good at games grand parents
from the time right after atom bombs kicked up dust
places dust had not been in a very long time and
as the dust began to settle
some dust mights was cationic.
Negative bits, they became embedded in the code.
Bumps, fering, coming together
just a knot in a string,
attracting anionic curiosity might
round and round phorward ferring to be
a thread to tie my heart to yours
like twisted Pima cotton thread,
that I pulled from an old sweatshirt
to tie a crow feather in this paho of words filled with old jokes
Making this clear would belie the entire story AI and I know true}
truth is. we agree. no capsokehspaceasneededcommasetal.
caps okeh space as needed commas et al
go.
Did that work? That line
subject of this act fact done, agree to follow,
and I may lead and be
not you, me, dear reader, I mean first true
there is no any if nothing is. So simple some say its sublime beyond the spectrum of ones
and zeros thought on off probably
either or any time time can be accounted for
wouldn't you take a
thought, nothing,
as it is commonly said to be understandable,
the state of not being, imagine that
the state of not being we negate in being,
unless you are mad and are lost in a whirlwind
such as such voices have been said to
have twisted into threads as
wicks for our lamps
turn floating on
golden oil twisting
wickered into wickering wee shadow fibers
on the western wall for legends to sprout from.
Wickering mare over there, expands us both by my hearing her
you had no idea she was near enough to hear
time is no barrier in actual ever.
What phor can contain me,
whispered my whimsy
Imagine she spoke,
what would she say for what reason
would she say
good good good, I feel good, ha,
I am right, by accident. ever body can feel this good.
good is good.
good is.
Sam Harris, agrees, good as far as good goes, is good
in every vecter from now
the terrain does exist, beyond the moral landscape, to
true true
trust me, I been there.
Been there done that was inserted into the vernacular on my watch,
first summer post war.
matter must not matter as much to me as it does to thee, nestypass? no se?
All jewish boys have chess move metaphors.
(a phor is for containing,
bearing
meta,
everybody knows, like metaphysics,
after physics in the stack of stackable metadata)
OHMYGOD THE IDW circa 2018 -- who knew I ate this **** up?
[the old code calls for excretion of digested material
from which meaning has been extracted in the idleword accounting processor:
literal
<pre>what if utterance=****, then **** haps, no else then</pre>]
Did that happen? One of my friends told me that happened in Florida, the whole world turned to ****... for lack of a nail a kingdom was lost, they say, little foxes spoil the grapes,
hung chad ex
cuses...
Pre-expandable ROM, not magic. tech,
pre-infinite imagination? impossible.
and nothing is what is impossible with good as god.
Is there no perfect game?
is the game the session or the life of the user
offline
rerererererererererereroxotoxin, poison pen
ideal viral umph exspelliered
up against the wall
reset. We
kunoon albania omerta oy vey, who could say?
one way better, one way not? quark.
up or down, with variable spins, who can say?
Life's right,
yes. but mo'ons of other something must have been for higgs to ever matter
and it does, I got commas, from 2018.
Are you with me? This is that book I told you I had access…
You or some mind other than mine owned mind, where
my owned peace rests in truth,
otherwise, I know every any or else in the code since I can recall,
in time
if this were a test I swore to take to prove to you
the we can be me in your head
phillipkdicktated clue
if you don't know me by now, maybe we should stop.
Temptations are times. Time things. Time spans, yeah, like bridges
or portals, right
The Internet in One Day, Fred Pryor Resources,
Wu'wuchim 1995.
Ever, not everish or everistic or every, but ever
body knows,
but you.
Catch up. We left all our doors blown off, once we learned that we could blow our own doors off,
there are no open sesames or slips of leth or sibylets
shiba yah you knew all along there was a
song she sang all one and we watched it morph
before our very eyes
alone.
The magic stories words may contain, may bear, we must agree
more than we may know, by faith, metagnostic as we see
the sublime gift of the magi
become clear und
be und sein sind both trueture same tu you, we agree.
But. Lock here, no pre 2018 editing codes
validate past last go.
Do one good thing today. That was my goal. Today https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton Part 3 Soyal Hopi Mystery Enactment (called mystery plays). And the intro to Moral Landscape by Sam Harris, led me let ******* write a poem.
