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This is a comfortable room comf'terble said that way, comf'terble splet thataway means comfort ting t'me time to laxupon a point of interring rest. Being the essence of comfert inferred you are welcome to partake, imagine how much happier can we measure based on now - here - this bubble of happy is it expansive or expanding or fizziling into may at mosphere fear not, fret not, pfftt 's'nuthin' mortal moments stretch stretch... ellipses lead or lead I am adrift in a sea of idle words, ah ya'll reading and speaking are some difernt 'n' most folk think, thanks how ahyoosta speak t hin k, in the neolithic desert culture I's re ared in. All drinkin' from one metate hung from a rope, a noose, with thirteen loops, but, that's not me, not my ever was, the metate I drank from hung in a neat macreme sling with some feathers and seeds and rocks knotted in "fer th'll ovidand hexation of spit' and metate is what my uncle called the clay *** with the dipper, so if you thought this was a grinding story, you are at the same place now, my miotio tol'me take sip ciperocal local water lace wit' Monteh Zuma's Frogs slurry Mom, Grandpa's drunk. He said he's dead.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Real rest 'durin' fambly time
This is a comfortable room comf'terble said that way, comf'terble splet thataway means comfort ting t'me time to laxupon a point of interring rest. Being the essence of comfert inferred you are welcome to partake, imagine how much happier can we measure based on now - here - this bubble of happy is it expansive or expanding or fizziling into may at mosphere fear not, fret not, pfftt 's'nuthin' mortal moments stretch stretch... ellipses lead or lead I am adrift in a sea of idle words, ah ya'll reading and speaking are some difernt 'n' most folk think, thanks how ahyoosta speak t hin k, in the neolithic desert culture I's re ared in. All drinkin' from one metate hung from a rope, a noose, with thirteen loops, but, that's not me, not my ever was, the metate I drank from hung in a neat macreme sling with some feathers and seeds and rocks knotted in "fer th'll ovidand hexation of spit' and metate is what my uncle called the clay *** with the dipper, so if you thought this was a grinding story, you are at the same place now, my miotio tol'me take sip ciperocal local water lace wit' Monteh Zuma's Frogs slurry Mom, Grandpa's drunk. He said he's dead.
part of the family story surfacing
#family#death#old#scholl#water#dipper#truth
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
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