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Look, grand pa, that yoostbe a mega mall. At the edge of paradise, just there, where those sunflowers, and mustards are making little canyons for trickles to form rills and eventually, streams to carry away all that water can dissolve, though, if I fret I can wonder at where the asphalt pitch will be, it being hydrophobic, insoluble unless we get some more acid rain, -- yeah, that might work over time. the tower in Babel was mortared with bitumen, what did the destruction of that edifice of mud pollute? Nevermind, all the empty malls shall make fine villages, and where the parking lot was, there will be a meadow of the sort seen where green is given back hope, wait… do you imagine the earth can groan? do green things hope? do they grow happy or are they statelessly happening, verily being the hypostatic form of homeostasis in the pursuit of life for life's sake, slightly weighted toward happy state expecting good, so for common sense, we use the colors common to life's attractors green means go red is stop… straight edges, where nothing grows, those say stop, look and listen ? we all know the warning signs, or do we get those in lessons along the way, along the way of course, I knew, I was testing you. once the course is mapped though, then we must learn the way, before we may go outside and play, that was different when I was a child, then I thought readily as a child, with no need of grand kids to remind me, this is 2020, but some things never change.
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Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
Real estate speculation, just in case
Look, grand pa, that yoostbe a mega mall. At the edge of paradise, just there, where those sunflowers, and mustards are making little canyons for trickles to form rills and eventually, streams to carry away all that water can dissolve, though, if I fret I can wonder at where the asphalt pitch will be, it being hydrophobic, insoluble unless we get some more acid rain, -- yeah, that might work over time. the tower in Babel was mortared with bitumen, what did the destruction of that edifice of mud pollute? Nevermind, all the empty malls shall make fine villages, and where the parking lot was, there will be a meadow of the sort seen where green is given back hope, wait… do you imagine the earth can groan? do green things hope? do they grow happy or are they statelessly happening, verily being the hypostatic form of homeostasis in the pursuit of life for life's sake, slightly weighted toward happy state expecting good, so for common sense, we use the colors common to life's attractors green means go red is stop… straight edges, where nothing grows, those say stop, look and listen ? we all know the warning signs, or do we get those in lessons along the way, along the way of course, I knew, I was testing you. once the course is mapped though, then we must learn the way, before we may go outside and play, that was different when I was a child, then I thought readily as a child, with no need of grand kids to remind me, this is 2020, but some things never change.
Joni Mitchell crossed my mind as I pondered the paths water takes through vast empty parking lots of abandoned factory outlets along I-40. It was Route 66, last time I walked by.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
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