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Then the brakes begin to smoke...

by @kenpepiton

In 2021, hilite and ask, what is this, oder vvas ist das? no punctual tone-ing what is always the initial query re hyphen al izing itself being victim of the food, yes, the bread and the wine, same yeast, we guest, wrong, only one other choice. Start at the line, drawn in the sand, after this, we never flow that way again, the gain grows to a Mt Hermomic pitch, then the jordan breaks from the plain as the settling begins, and the zone of formative matter is passed. Soft as lizard belly skin, sweet as horned toad spit, squirt, think again, how we catch flies. And ants, of course, notify the queen we say, thus far, and death is certain, do not pass this corpses final safe perimeter-- measure your will to mine, if, and I know it is, read reads the same do and done, it's mental signs we agree effect time taken to use as a sign farther in the future than a nihilist can think, ya gotta trust some- communication system set to frame one state of mind "to share, divide out; communicate, impart, I nform; join, unite, participate in," literally "to make common," {you know, or wish} From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=communication> As ra el and re el, met to be tested by the balm, rubbed on to the left palm, where the marble universe was rolled up, in the June/July rants locked in Microsoft deduncededucing what if we own their data, then we own them, right? And we did agree, all the data, meta and all, is ours, for giving wizards room to render reason rations, the idea involved enveloping an ex - out, right, examined, amino, as in acid, right? life>lived belived postbeguilement literally virtual, vicarious, popehope. Basically, but a touch off. The colors of psi-sci-psy weave a virtually unbreakable, but and one but begins but three start en ginious invention a mental fist, to hold the wind at thought speed, any scale virtual reality is subject to solar flares, and errant -take the pose,
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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
For You?
Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Jul 29, 2021
Time
3m
Notes

Good day to be reminded I am the hermit, with gigabit internet, and curious grandchildren.

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#good#life#projection#reality
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