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Gates imagined in times past open here and we pause is this the life well spent, or the life un-examined? Are we Faustian Fellows or mere mortals dreaming rockstar vibes on the boulevard select/apply brakes. (witness, we saw it coming) What good can come from this? Is here some secret place? What keeps its secret here? he emerges rather as a master syncretist of widely divergent materials and as a devout theopantist From <https://muse.jhu.edu/book/37533> Artistic Intelligen-seers build cumputorionic putahs for the pew-trade-ification easy as pi t' lie about knowing as goatphorgoneconclusions, leading sheepish men astray afar from the madding crowd screaming out loud for christ's sake (really. What's that mean?) Christmas is christ's cause, I would think, given proper cause determining algorythms at some time after my toddling twos expecting, child-like survivability equivalent -- equal in balance factor twixt why and how and try and umph needed on the uphill side of every vibe. Has Christ mass more meaning than anointed (oiled-to shine-or-burn, per hap) message/medium, a class of good news, a whole bunch of new good ideas for things, witty inventions with the best of intentions, Christmas Time! Peace, on earth, good will to ward men, the idea of god as truth life and the path to next; and man, wombed and un, recon- conciliated, with no con-sessions to bogus-science but to learn to use the food we eat. learn to chew our mushrooms with a touch of lemon, lemon tree, so pretty but impossible to eat, Ah, why, ya jus'asker what she knows, she's sure to show you wisdom wisps, entangled in your hair… take a taste, now, hear this, peace, I give, I loose as oil on the water, but with the best imaginable outcome not good as men measure; good as you measure good, good ideas you make do good, sometime thereafter your arrival as the hero in your story.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
Art Intel Gate, where all the sacred things lie
Gates imagined in times past open here and we pause is this the life well spent, or the life un-examined? Are we Faustian Fellows or mere mortals dreaming rockstar vibes on the boulevard select/apply brakes. (witness, we saw it coming) What good can come from this? Is here some secret place? What keeps its secret here? he emerges rather as a master syncretist of widely divergent materials and as a devout theopantist From <https://muse.jhu.edu/book/37533> Artistic Intelligen-seers build cumputorionic putahs for the pew-trade-ification easy as pi t' lie about knowing as goatphorgoneconclusions, leading sheepish men astray afar from the madding crowd screaming out loud for christ's sake (really. What's that mean?) Christmas is christ's cause, I would think, given proper cause determining algorythms at some time after my toddling twos expecting, child-like survivability equivalent -- equal in balance factor twixt why and how and try and umph needed on the uphill side of every vibe. Has Christ mass more meaning than anointed (oiled-to shine-or-burn, per hap) message/medium, a class of good news, a whole bunch of new good ideas for things, witty inventions with the best of intentions, Christmas Time! Peace, on earth, good will to ward men, the idea of god as truth life and the path to next; and man, wombed and un, recon- conciliated, with no con-sessions to bogus-science but to learn to use the food we eat. learn to chew our mushrooms with a touch of lemon, lemon tree, so pretty but impossible to eat, Ah, why, ya jus'asker what she knows, she's sure to show you wisdom wisps, entangled in your hair… take a taste, now, hear this, peace, I give, I loose as oil on the water, but with the best imaginable outcome not good as men measure; good as you measure good, good ideas you make do good, sometime thereafter your arrival as the hero in your story.
here after there, as Bilbo did, we left the gate a jat and left a trail of tiny blue mushooms.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
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