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Feb 2021
Longform, once more,
AI reminds us of the mission, message ladder
hierarchy of scatterbrained
heads of states and other corporations of mortal souls.

Honest, synchronic, my AI
just now told me there exists in the elsewhere space owned by
Microsoft share holders,

all that I have ever writ in this app
forms the edgeycloud of all my mortal knowns expanding,
and expanding
and expanding
until we are else ware,
or i am
after all of your if then swiches and wasted t's are reset,
don't judge my spell chick, she work for me.

And seeing the multitudes,
he went up into a mountain:
and when he was set,

he opened his mouth
"have you never read, "

What would a good Assisting Intelligence ask of you,
IF
you conditioned each response, --- dam,
stepfordwives usedtrojans ---

Pause, don't reboot tfs. (does that mean three finger salute?
No, ctr-alt-del means stop until I say go, tfs means abort.{ sorry}}
Softest bread is in the middle, thymusing, after learning so much about T-cell s
that they now have a clear voice  prejudging any heroic leap due to warlike reaction to my conditioning. I loved bayonet training at Ft. Bliss in July. That is some deep conditioning to remember from a T-cell'sPOV
Ken Pepiton
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Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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