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Apr 2020
Have you noticed? Stocks are up. Some big bets paid off.

All the little, sub-ten-mil annual gross, bets...
all of those sold for a dime on the dollar,

betcha dollar to a donut,

'go y'one betta, if y'got the nerve

le's race all the way to

the vaugus nerve curve under the aortal arche

and splash

sea of senseless geek gobble dee ****, the actual stuff,

wondering if we, me and you dear reader,
we are in this thing together

DEFINE THIS
then define thing and forgive my shouting, in a two d realm

we have two - near ly two gazillion but we made adifferentiantion error
shunning was stunning and so on
messed up
references, became re-fer inferences and our code was banned as potscum.

When a non human entity owns all the data,
that non-human entity owns all the distribution of goods conducive to growth

algorithms risc'ing simple simon mother may I for long long long strings
theorectically
dangling post cancelation

anomo anomo ono anamo arizen is secret poet code, moly,
drop a lode
mother

may I, remind, re-mind, re
mind you,
may is your word now. Since April, 2020. Use it well.
Another shockingly wonderful day, when I wish I could hug some body.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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