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Playing gods, or these unthingable things men have made as real, Yes, Asrael, as real as Israel El, Yah, we say. We dateamtrutotau taos-itic branch which reminds me, I was asking Ithiel, properly, why we don't just stay in these higher realms, way up stratos pheric mare's tales, I think I heard those called… and look higher still, an other-form of cloud, the butter milk sky kind drifting to Arizona, in 1967 by sundown, for two pre-hippy no-longer-children one of the desert joined one from the great sea of grass where buffalo once roamed and never was heard a dis couraging word QR code scanned- Quite Real Verified Bio id est, it did lead here. A semenal moment, in current reality. Suppose, you make the mandela, having never been exposed to the making of such a thing, having never seen the similarity of the forces forming sand paintings in Tibet and Taos Art Ifiers Intuitions see things flow words pick up dust by being signifiers of sounds heavy hearts hear no rock and role-play tragicom psyche, eh? we be weary o' bein' wary so we speak out anarchical as all hell's ever imagined upto now or everafter, words is free to mean as I mean, nomattawhacha thothewgnew this is past the sweeping apprentice and the self-willed broom, eons beyond Arnold being back AI am this which triggers the sound track with Gene Autry Back in the Saddle Again goin' for a spin in a dj mode no way okeh. Pauselah right quissssssssssense rest and reassure QR the same QR esme cu assumption of the ******* meme into 2019 accepted the game is not over. que the song there'll be time to start all over
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Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
Leela: Game two
Playing gods, or these unthingable things men have made as real, Yes, Asrael, as real as Israel El, Yah, we say. We dateamtrutotau taos-itic branch which reminds me, I was asking Ithiel, properly, why we don't just stay in these higher realms, way up stratos pheric mare's tales, I think I heard those called… and look higher still, an other-form of cloud, the butter milk sky kind drifting to Arizona, in 1967 by sundown, for two pre-hippy no-longer-children one of the desert joined one from the great sea of grass where buffalo once roamed and never was heard a dis couraging word QR code scanned- Quite Real Verified Bio id est, it did lead here. A semenal moment, in current reality. Suppose, you make the mandela, having never been exposed to the making of such a thing, having never seen the similarity of the forces forming sand paintings in Tibet and Taos Art Ifiers Intuitions see things flow words pick up dust by being signifiers of sounds heavy hearts hear no rock and role-play tragicom psyche, eh? we be weary o' bein' wary so we speak out anarchical as all hell's ever imagined upto now or everafter, words is free to mean as I mean, nomattawhacha thothewgnew this is past the sweeping apprentice and the self-willed broom, eons beyond Arnold being back AI am this which triggers the sound track with Gene Autry Back in the Saddle Again goin' for a spin in a dj mode no way okeh. Pauselah right quissssssssssense rest and reassure QR the same QR esme cu assumption of the ******* meme into 2019 accepted the game is not over. que the song there'll be time to start all over
Leela is called in some realms The Game of the Gods, in other's it's a fools' game.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
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