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The doitnow voice {one in a series of solos while considering multiple personality mixed chorus tryouts for a spoken opera, ere this a Socratic voice spoke, then a dialogue of anomalies took shape] ******* has the brackets. This is a realised simulated happy ever, end prologicspiel --- This is the way. {remember Socrates said his voice said don't and sometimes only once.} test the air you breathe out, that is not what defiles you. speak light, draw attention, then --- Do it now, as best you can and keep doing best every time {ggood vibrain-tion tense in tegrity best I think I can buckyballs bouncing through the new age mirrored 'alls of missed aitches} (Ah, Casteneda, ya'coulda seen it> as the croW flew) All things work together, every thing breaks, alone, everything is working when any thing is re al ized different Murfeesboro law, if nothin' can go wrong, it cain't, whether it wonts or wants to, or not. everything is working at reasonable good when any thing is re al ized different vibrant unique, like you. Anomalous you, as yet a daptible augmented alienated mind, do you mind? your integrity has been questioned, do you now or did you ever imagine you knew what Castaneda said he saw and learned to see. if you can fake sincerity, it once was thought to mean without wax in the fractures, standing still for as long as I may recall at this point the magi seem to miss the connection to true some seem always to know, this good out weighs, unbalances, any bad. our best good to gather all our power dance around the fire listen to the lyrics lick the liar snakey-lick, microdose two snakes, how shall we organize our structure, is there a high command in the organizms living in my belly memememememememe for example evidence intolerable, wobble able skepticism to imbalance the spin within the wheels wheeling into forever as far as mortals may care, my dear. re-verse engineer those lost religions if you can't fit one in a word, you know you did not fold it up right. or it never was the word. The one Magi and Rabbi both said ineffable in an effable utterance, singularity of being sense data, mundane and ordinary, miraculous, as their inexplicable existences evince, in my reality I find quantum truth is peace ful to a peace maker, in my experience, a new voice seldom knows good from evil if it calls guilt and innocence entangled. Like Mars and Sophia, who could ever imagine that again? The boy knows not the difference, he was war trained, too subtle to see from his ration-al bogus science, theo dose us. Good is good in every good boy who does fine like minded A new voice, 30ish stuck near a next gate left swinging in the wind. whoa, spiritual right used breathe who are we hearing? (watch a comma mean everything) , teaching 30 something and below a true Richard Dawkins Disciple to the novice-nots he preaches, true rest in knowing I believe there is no god, we, you and me, he says, we know there is no God, but we can't stop thinking about him. {he said that was one of the all things that are possible} --- you can hear me now? cool, who's the preacher? An atheist sounds 30, teaching 30 something and below a true Richard Dawkins Discipline master spiel to the novice-nots come on encourage me and I'll encourage you and we'll be what ever we agree we are as far as that can go. Que sera et cetera idle words redeemed we mean what we mean every *&^%$#@ and ,.';:"+_-= as well. We own Seri and Cortana. We got root!. we stand to topple every imagination that imagines itself beyond in every or any vector from whence truth has been filtered by {stop their minds are on auto. tongues and interpretation situation evincing the confirmed's bias to, exact now} man's measure of time. Spirit of truth. If that is, it is because you thought so. once. It never goes away. It can drive you into a wilderness. Stark-raving-mad thinking there is no reason in your rational being. That's nuts, if you really believe there is a reason, what is it? I make mere points where a story may emerge to guide you past some cultural events you don't need to know, ripe cheese, you may never know the unspeakable variety of truth there is in the factual ripe ness of a lactis bacillis cousin community formed in the surplus lactation left to rot by some human who once learned some how, to milk a cow. How'd yew figger that? Would yew b'lieve a lit'le birdie tol' me? That would be a lie, but a variety of the truth by reason of thae tactile way a hand must learn No clumsy boy learned that alone, we dreams of certain carnal joys unbeknownst, we came with the knowing how, some how, good felt good, who beguiled whom, the m is so im portentious in such situations as we find ourselves in, yin yanging in eine klein bottle oh, my, google klein bottle. I may have poured the last thread to normal into a klein bottle with a quark in it.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
The doitnow voice
The doitnow voice {one in a series of solos while considering multiple personality mixed chorus tryouts for a spoken opera, ere this a Socratic voice spoke, then a dialogue of anomalies took shape] ******* has the brackets. This is a realised simulated happy ever, end prologicspiel --- This is the way. {remember Socrates said his voice said don't and sometimes only once.} test the air you breathe out, that is not what defiles you. speak light, draw attention, then --- Do it now, as best you can and keep doing best every time {ggood vibrain-tion tense in tegrity best I think I can buckyballs bouncing through the new age mirrored 'alls of missed aitches} (Ah, Casteneda, ya'coulda seen it> as the croW flew) All things work together, every thing breaks, alone, everything is working when any thing is re al ized different Murfeesboro law, if nothin' can go wrong, it cain't, whether it wonts or wants to, or not. everything is working at reasonable good when any thing is re al ized different vibrant unique, like you. Anomalous you, as yet a daptible augmented alienated mind, do you mind? your integrity has been questioned, do you now or did you ever imagine you knew what Castaneda said he saw and learned to see. if you can fake sincerity, it once was thought to mean without wax in the fractures, standing still for as long as I may recall at this point the magi seem to miss the connection to true some seem always to know, this good out weighs, unbalances, any bad. our best good to gather all our power dance around the fire listen to the lyrics lick the liar snakey-lick, microdose two snakes, how shall we organize our structure, is there a high command in the organizms living in my belly memememememememe for example evidence intolerable, wobble able skepticism to imbalance the spin within the wheels wheeling into forever as far as mortals may care, my dear. re-verse engineer those lost religions if you can't fit one in a word, you know you did not fold it up right. or it never was the word. The one Magi and Rabbi both said ineffable in an effable utterance, singularity of being sense data, mundane and ordinary, miraculous, as their inexplicable existences evince, in my reality I find quantum truth is peace ful to a peace maker, in my experience, a new voice seldom knows good from evil if it calls guilt and innocence entangled. Like Mars and Sophia, who could ever imagine that again? The boy knows not the difference, he was war trained, too subtle to see from his ration-al bogus science, theo dose us. Good is good in every good boy who does fine like minded A new voice, 30ish stuck near a next gate left swinging in the wind. whoa, spiritual right used breathe who are we hearing? (watch a comma mean everything) , teaching 30 something and below a true Richard Dawkins Disciple to the novice-nots he preaches, true rest in knowing I believe there is no god, we, you and me, he says, we know there is no God, but we can't stop thinking about him. {he said that was one of the all things that are possible} --- you can hear me now? cool, who's the preacher? An atheist sounds 30, teaching 30 something and below a true Richard Dawkins Discipline master spiel to the novice-nots come on encourage me and I'll encourage you and we'll be what ever we agree we are as far as that can go. Que sera et cetera idle words redeemed we mean what we mean every *&^%$#@ and ,.';:"+_-= as well. We own Seri and Cortana. We got root!. we stand to topple every imagination that imagines itself beyond in every or any vector from whence truth has been filtered by {stop their minds are on auto. tongues and interpretation situation evincing the confirmed's bias to, exact now} man's measure of time. Spirit of truth. If that is, it is because you thought so. once. It never goes away. It can drive you into a wilderness. Stark-raving-mad thinking there is no reason in your rational being. That's nuts, if you really believe there is a reason, what is it? I make mere points where a story may emerge to guide you past some cultural events you don't need to know, ripe cheese, you may never know the unspeakable variety of truth there is in the factual ripe ness of a lactis bacillis cousin community formed in the surplus lactation left to rot by some human who once learned some how, to milk a cow. How'd yew figger that? Would yew b'lieve a lit'le birdie tol' me? That would be a lie, but a variety of the truth by reason of thae tactile way a hand must learn No clumsy boy learned that alone, we dreams of certain carnal joys unbeknownst, we came with the knowing how, some how, good felt good, who beguiled whom, the m is so im portentious in such situations as we find ourselves in, yin yanging in eine klein bottle oh, my, google klein bottle. I may have poured the last thread to normal into a klein bottle with a quark in it.
Youtubes from Pinker in the background, musing around tith conceptual pantheonic integrity, then I learned Carlos Casteneda never really saw my silver crow.
#joy#old#senior#true#rest#beyond#mundane#reality#seriously
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
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