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This year near now later as I slide into safe for the feeling, never once in real life as they call the experience of mortal ripening misspellts corrected asgoodas magigic tstsefly sleepy sick o hno this is that book louis said it sounds like science fiction --- but you init lou look it's that guy who married your mom and rescued your from the cult, fundamentally, with no regard for the damage I just knew. Okeh, we were caught in a net we did not know exists. Evil in its e-sense, virtual balnce factor intended to keep good in constant chessish cheshirish grin cheque, en garde, to point a fault in the plan… ellipses suffice for a minor re spect to authors admitting un belief of most order quired fixt ac-counting tual vir-beginning ever things, with no withdrawal date, the riches pile up so hitchenslipped in the bull Creflo Dollar, props, brohawny black ****** mofoe than fren in the end, y'did your proper whatever you knew in your self right right it just feels wrong jets, ball'n'f'Jeesus, risen above the fray, in Beulah Land, c'mon childrens, t'all join me walk wit jesus hear me say ain't another way I know and you know, I cain't lie nonono chile my heart be fixt fixt means, ain broke no joke, blowin hard hard har on that deep left end blue bleu sacre bleu I best rest and find mind gone a wander why you hear? Both, heare, here and hear, oft stretched to cover to means of leaking wwwwu. we may, as we the corpus hoct to pay some debt somebody never owed, an oath to believe a lie is true, I absolve you. You are free to no longer bher the burden of eventually accounting for every, every, every ever sworn idle word lock for ever int the con fused wicks match lock candles, we did not know if this went to now, when we have these magic pens and broad bands of reading minds finding threads we share, ideas at bare word level, down to actual jots, breath commas, some call them but readers of many [paradigms of mind] novels, realize their roles with shame, venting noxious fumes for [that verted joy fools floods of test-toss-or be owned}}}protein trigger me a fu ture sure thing ding Those genes that code for proteins are composed of tri-nucleotide units called codons, each coding for a single amino acid. Each nucleotide sub-unit consists of a phosphate, deoxyribose sugar and one of the 4 nitrogenous nucleotide bases. The purine bases adenine (A) and guanine (G) are larger and consist of two aromatic rings. The pyrimidine bases cytosine (C) and thymine (T) are smaller and consist of only one aromatic ring. In the double-helix configuration, two strands of DNA are joined to each other by hydrogen bonds in an arrangement known as base pairing. From <https://www.sciencedaily.com/terms/genetic_code.htm#:~:targetText=The%20genome%20of%20an%20organism,for%20a%20single%20amino%20acid.> Can we stand up right balanced, okeh. This ain't anybodies idea of hell, except the one Mormon guy who told me Morman worst ell, tellestial kingdom, was so much better than now that if god let you see it, you would die to get there. Time will tell. Keep the pressure on, high speed chase scarios are not torture, they only feel like lift off, oh shitunexpected floatin ches above the idea of enjoyment as an occupation. Peacemaking, as an occupation, occupying until now we gather, at the river and laugh laugh laugh alladem rules and reg ulah stuff, gwa n on ol woids wise womb man know gnosticious suspicious auspicity perspicacity capacity to tttalk sit no stutification evacuation of I can't remember. But grandpa, remember, Siri knows, ask her. 2019 wandering away from the ol'fo'khome ain't the adventure it once was past the edges of all the known in the world. My 8 yr old grand daughter put a locater spell on my converged network node if I manifest in odd realms she has Siri steer me to bed. The future is as good as I imagined, but I'm not the guy about to die while wondering what he missed that everyone else knew from the womb.
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
A lighten up follow up on Truth Serummmm
This year near now later as I slide into safe for the feeling, never once in real life as they call the experience of mortal ripening misspellts corrected asgoodas magigic tstsefly sleepy sick o hno this is that book louis said it sounds like science fiction --- but you init lou look it's that guy who married your mom and rescued your from the cult, fundamentally, with no regard for the damage I just knew. Okeh, we were caught in a net we did not know exists. Evil in its e-sense, virtual balnce factor intended to keep good in constant chessish cheshirish grin cheque, en garde, to point a fault in the plan… ellipses suffice for a minor re spect to authors admitting un belief of most order quired fixt ac-counting tual vir-beginning ever things, with no withdrawal date, the riches pile up so hitchenslipped in the bull Creflo Dollar, props, brohawny black ****** mofoe than fren in the end, y'did your proper whatever you knew in your self right right it just feels wrong jets, ball'n'f'Jeesus, risen above the fray, in Beulah Land, c'mon childrens, t'all join me walk wit jesus hear me say ain't another way I know and you know, I cain't lie nonono chile my heart be fixt fixt means, ain broke no joke, blowin hard hard har on that deep left end blue bleu sacre bleu I best rest and find mind gone a wander why you hear? Both, heare, here and hear, oft stretched to cover to means of leaking wwwwu. we may, as we the corpus hoct to pay some debt somebody never owed, an oath to believe a lie is true, I absolve you. You are free to no longer bher the burden of eventually accounting for every, every, every ever sworn idle word lock for ever int the con fused wicks match lock candles, we did not know if this went to now, when we have these magic pens and broad bands of reading minds finding threads we share, ideas at bare word level, down to actual jots, breath commas, some call them but readers of many [paradigms of mind] novels, realize their roles with shame, venting noxious fumes for [that verted joy fools floods of test-toss-or be owned}}}protein trigger me a fu ture sure thing ding Those genes that code for proteins are composed of tri-nucleotide units called codons, each coding for a single amino acid. Each nucleotide sub-unit consists of a phosphate, deoxyribose sugar and one of the 4 nitrogenous nucleotide bases. The purine bases adenine (A) and guanine (G) are larger and consist of two aromatic rings. The pyrimidine bases cytosine (C) and thymine (T) are smaller and consist of only one aromatic ring. In the double-helix configuration, two strands of DNA are joined to each other by hydrogen bonds in an arrangement known as base pairing. From <https://www.sciencedaily.com/terms/genetic_code.htm#:~:targetText=The%20genome%20of%20an%20organism,for%20a%20single%20amino%20acid.> Can we stand up right balanced, okeh. This ain't anybodies idea of hell, except the one Mormon guy who told me Morman worst ell, tellestial kingdom, was so much better than now that if god let you see it, you would die to get there. Time will tell. Keep the pressure on, high speed chase scarios are not torture, they only feel like lift off, oh shitunexpected floatin ches above the idea of enjoyment as an occupation. Peacemaking, as an occupation, occupying until now we gather, at the river and laugh laugh laugh alladem rules and reg ulah stuff, gwa n on ol woids wise womb man know gnosticious suspicious auspicity perspicacity capacity to tttalk sit no stutification evacuation of I can't remember. But grandpa, remember, Siri knows, ask her. 2019 wandering away from the ol'fo'khome ain't the adventure it once was past the edges of all the known in the world. My 8 yr old grand daughter put a locater spell on my converged network node if I manifest in odd realms she has Siri steer me to bed. The future is as good as I imagined, but I'm not the guy about to die while wondering what he missed that everyone else knew from the womb.
In the book this has no title, it follows some line I posted here last year. The intention is light hearted offence to friends who doubt i'm dying right, many years in the future.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
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