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when no man pursues the truth, the idea which contains all true ideas, aha ideas are ideas, roses roses, names names all true evil ideas are in the set of true ideas as sure as pi is in the set of true numbers, i think When the wicked rule the people mourn, I think How are all ideas equalible? How is any idea equalible quant wise re (long turbulent selah, lts) questing help, this is a talking point. (lts) okeh. for the future, I see. we can make these faster with ideas pouring into words flowing from gentled untame-ible tongues, ----- untame-able is not ----- untame-ible, this may be an object ----- ifier lesson -tension that re l-eases silent darts, bullets(silent kind), missles, hymns'n'such pointy grippy handles for cud chawn story points upon which any true story idea must stand. in spiritarian. addinph unitem spirit and image of your father. ohmygawd Ambush Clam slam shut, swoohoosh pop The infer (implication layer upon layer, thicker and thicker naquering laquering query, could be dem pearl-ly gates, early version o' Feynman's reversible tristatic NAND gates, which work on ideas harnessed...) see, there's the rub. one wee tetrahedral trypointy foursidy sort of pearl maker with words made conversation verses versus insane unsane saners saved by grace unmazing ungnostic mumbling glosalialy knot knox nor any o'them puritans detected the leaven in the game, the periment let out the box, "a republic, if you can keep it." unsaid went, we cast all our cares to the gyre giver guiding the great gulf river of pro sperity providing us our perspicacity. Would that one might see one day, the outcome of our American experiment in leaven in forming idle words mit ganz alte wahrheit in dem Erste Zepto Planck Sec just now. The idea that won was thought. Good think you think. We shall see. Call your truth true. Stand under knowing good and evil, both, how and why, then chose, knowing, my side won.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
The wicked won't flee
when no man pursues the truth, the idea which contains all true ideas, aha ideas are ideas, roses roses, names names all true evil ideas are in the set of true ideas as sure as pi is in the set of true numbers, i think When the wicked rule the people mourn, I think How are all ideas equalible? How is any idea equalible quant wise re (long turbulent selah, lts) questing help, this is a talking point. (lts) okeh. for the future, I see. we can make these faster with ideas pouring into words flowing from gentled untame-ible tongues, ----- untame-able is not ----- untame-ible, this may be an object ----- ifier lesson -tension that re l-eases silent darts, bullets(silent kind), missles, hymns'n'such pointy grippy handles for cud chawn story points upon which any true story idea must stand. in spiritarian. addinph unitem spirit and image of your father. ohmygawd Ambush Clam slam shut, swoohoosh pop The infer (implication layer upon layer, thicker and thicker naquering laquering query, could be dem pearl-ly gates, early version o' Feynman's reversible tristatic NAND gates, which work on ideas harnessed...) see, there's the rub. one wee tetrahedral trypointy foursidy sort of pearl maker with words made conversation verses versus insane unsane saners saved by grace unmazing ungnostic mumbling glosalialy knot knox nor any o'them puritans detected the leaven in the game, the periment let out the box, "a republic, if you can keep it." unsaid went, we cast all our cares to the gyre giver guiding the great gulf river of pro sperity providing us our perspicacity. Would that one might see one day, the outcome of our American experiment in leaven in forming idle words mit ganz alte wahrheit in dem Erste Zepto Planck Sec just now. The idea that won was thought. Good think you think. We shall see. Call your truth true. Stand under knowing good and evil, both, how and why, then chose, knowing, my side won.
I only ment to write some talking points and the the points started being made faster than I cared to row against, so I meandered with the stream to this still pond.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
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