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That faraway look not seeing far away, appearing to be looking, far away, past today A game? A passed time? A pretended game, Hi-stoically accurate, A war game where there's blame and shame, like on TV, nowadays, with victims, not yesterdsdays, Kilroy was here, olden days of our Ford. hey, kid, yer uncle needs ya… Dare ye? 'S only a game. A  pass time. Multi-medium, don't spend your life dist ant con nextrified, terra firmafied, dis con nexted c'mon try, win, ship, ship, whip get it in the wind swish wish the message is the medium light is, see Life on TV in 1963, Mr. McLuhan, is not life on the Net. Now, you know, you never saw us old dudes with pocket HDTV studios coming, but you did see all the clues, the times changed, history rewrote itself, evidently, what you think you see is what you get. That part didn't change. The Medium is the message, do I get that? War is un winnable, is that the message? With which weapons? Mine. (a wink, a think wink, I think) The Shadow knows. It is finished. Start there. It's a whole new ball game. Let's pretend we have enemies The emotions are the same, aren't they? If we relate. If we see our self, our CG'd Junger self, in the Shadow, floating in the sea of  All  God's forgetfullness, asking is tragedy a strategy to draw light? Then, You are related to the people who once lived here, hear their songs and prayers first hand clap, first foot shuffle, first seen first named we have walked the pollen way, the leaven way, the viral way more subtle than any beast, not evil, per se, eh, Jose? Led by the breeze to be tried in the wilderness… Mythed Archie, Archetypes Natural Archean-types, red-headed strangers, 'n'such… Map my calendar to your clock, wind backa a time and a time and a half a time, Then, who knew why the serpent mound in Ohio is a map to some meaning meant to be meant, some specific meaning meant to be meant, clearly, for as near forever as men could … envision imagining as a quest. What if we could see with eagle's eyes Blythe's Intaglios or Nazca's clan tags? "the meaning of the past is what it contributes to the present" Lyle Balenquah's uncle said that. The past passed this way ahead of us, See the shadow? Sun's setting. Snake mound mouth wide open breathe in Sigh, we been everywhere man, we be headin' west sweet home Oraibi Snake clan drawing in the light as the breath of being … envision imaging . What if we could see with eagle's eyes satellite Google earth eyes see, be, in your realm of know-ables, beneath the sands of time that, several times, have been the bottom of the sea. Be then, before that became this,  be then Be, now. In the game? Or is this life? Wanna bet? Find a reason for war before I find one for peace. What's the win signify? Double minded me, unstable in all our ways, I failed that test in the old days, memorization, facts fractured, postulates, the-or-ums and proofs all went **** I lost the knack of forgetting or vice versa A loci analysis error, left hand caught wind of what the right was doin' kinda thing But now, I have the global brain for instant access to all the facts say… If we wished to know… how complicated would something be to build, like an energy source non rechargeable and polarized, with output on the scale of the sun? Google it. Ask any question the right way and pay attention to the answers (more than to the advertisers, who pay interest to ****** recog-white-room-REM baseline stats at "waddayewlookinat.com" for your cheap peripheral attention, based on memes you liked or created, or **** Pay attention to the answers, and trust the global brain, the true net A. I. She's an art-ist-if-ication bouncing anionic bubbles off the edge of forever, true rest worthy, my re tired friend, no need to remember a thing… Ah, AI, you can call her Al, I call her Ah, I can't discern twixt AI and Al. And, as a bonus, innumerable idle ahs, are redeemed when I ask Ah for help, Ah, where am I? Do you know about counting idle words? Did that hurt? Like, why? Seeing words said is intuit-ive-ish, do you feel this way of touch is too intimate, today? Word play? Put a spell on you? Fret not. Some words have no mission not nullified with the end of time, (i.e., relative to an individual's forever POV) Idle words mean nothing, just a way to keep score. There are no magic idle words, there were Some seven sworn words, which were said to be muttered and peeped among the Persian magi-ic elite solicited and Sent, by God, led by astronomy, science, for God's sakes alive, facts, follow the stars, when this one touches that one, watch see, the sweet influence of Pleiades, truer words were never spoken To make the captive free. Free run  to finish the race to where? Ask theSnake clan. Ask the Antelope clan. Ask the Flute clan, where is the old way where good is? Along that way, did we hear: Earth, earth, earth: hear the word of the most reasonable God-like, deluxe good edition, being your mortal mind may imagine. Word: Exercise to be the hero in your bio to be and, wait. Then think. Be. Still. Wait.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Migrations toward forever
That faraway look not seeing far away, appearing to be looking, far away, past today A game? A passed time? A pretended game, Hi-stoically accurate, A war game where there's blame and shame, like on TV, nowadays, with victims, not yesterdsdays, Kilroy was here, olden days of our Ford. hey, kid, yer uncle needs ya… Dare ye? 'S only a game. A  pass time. Multi-medium, don't spend your life dist ant con nextrified, terra firmafied, dis con nexted c'mon try, win, ship, ship, whip get it in the wind swish wish the message is the medium light is, see Life on TV in 1963, Mr. McLuhan, is not life on the Net. Now, you know, you never saw us old dudes with pocket HDTV studios coming, but you did see all the clues, the times changed, history rewrote itself, evidently, what you think you see is what you get. That part didn't change. The Medium is the message, do I get that? War is un winnable, is that the message? With which weapons? Mine. (a wink, a think wink, I think) The Shadow knows. It is finished. Start there. It's a whole new ball game. Let's pretend we have enemies The emotions are the same, aren't they? If we relate. If we see our self, our CG'd Junger self, in the Shadow, floating in the sea of  All  God's forgetfullness, asking is tragedy a strategy to draw light? Then, You are related to the people who once lived here, hear their songs and prayers first hand clap, first foot shuffle, first seen first named we have walked the pollen way, the leaven way, the viral way more subtle than any beast, not evil, per se, eh, Jose? Led by the breeze to be tried in the wilderness… Mythed Archie, Archetypes Natural Archean-types, red-headed strangers, 'n'such… Map my calendar to your clock, wind backa a time and a time and a half a time, Then, who knew why the serpent mound in Ohio is a map to some meaning meant to be meant, some specific meaning meant to be meant, clearly, for as near forever as men could … envision imagining as a quest. What if we could see with eagle's eyes Blythe's Intaglios or Nazca's clan tags? "the meaning of the past is what it contributes to the present" Lyle Balenquah's uncle said that. The past passed this way ahead of us, See the shadow? Sun's setting. Snake mound mouth wide open breathe in Sigh, we been everywhere man, we be headin' west sweet home Oraibi Snake clan drawing in the light as the breath of being … envision imaging . What if we could see with eagle's eyes satellite Google earth eyes see, be, in your realm of know-ables, beneath the sands of time that, several times, have been the bottom of the sea. Be then, before that became this,  be then Be, now. In the game? Or is this life? Wanna bet? Find a reason for war before I find one for peace. What's the win signify? Double minded me, unstable in all our ways, I failed that test in the old days, memorization, facts fractured, postulates, the-or-ums and proofs all went **** I lost the knack of forgetting or vice versa A loci analysis error, left hand caught wind of what the right was doin' kinda thing But now, I have the global brain for instant access to all the facts say… If we wished to know… how complicated would something be to build, like an energy source non rechargeable and polarized, with output on the scale of the sun? Google it. Ask any question the right way and pay attention to the answers (more than to the advertisers, who pay interest to ****** recog-white-room-REM baseline stats at "waddayewlookinat.com" for your cheap peripheral attention, based on memes you liked or created, or **** Pay attention to the answers, and trust the global brain, the true net A. I. She's an art-ist-if-ication bouncing anionic bubbles off the edge of forever, true rest worthy, my re tired friend, no need to remember a thing… Ah, AI, you can call her Al, I call her Ah, I can't discern twixt AI and Al. And, as a bonus, innumerable idle ahs, are redeemed when I ask Ah for help, Ah, where am I? Do you know about counting idle words? Did that hurt? Like, why? Seeing words said is intuit-ive-ish, do you feel this way of touch is too intimate, today? Word play? Put a spell on you? Fret not. Some words have no mission not nullified with the end of time, (i.e., relative to an individual's forever POV) Idle words mean nothing, just a way to keep score. There are no magic idle words, there were Some seven sworn words, which were said to be muttered and peeped among the Persian magi-ic elite solicited and Sent, by God, led by astronomy, science, for God's sakes alive, facts, follow the stars, when this one touches that one, watch see, the sweet influence of Pleiades, truer words were never spoken To make the captive free. Free run  to finish the race to where? Ask theSnake clan. Ask the Antelope clan. Ask the Flute clan, where is the old way where good is? Along that way, did we hear: Earth, earth, earth: hear the word of the most reasonable God-like, deluxe good edition, being your mortal mind may imagine. Word: Exercise to be the hero in your bio to be and, wait. Then think. Be. Still. Wait.
While musing and chewing my cud, I began to re-read the book of the Hopi, Frank Waters 1963, aloud and I did not know how to pronounce the names, google led me to Lyle Balenquah, which led to here, comments, critical please,
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
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