If I died too late to lose, is that winning?

kenpepiton Poems

Nations arose after the days of Peleg, in the legendary story of Babel, which does have a present presence on the surface, of the after Babel yon der myth of us we the sapience augmented common sensed band, single-sideband, of course, if you can cut the antennae, to this old freq, radioman entertainment zone, post pasts unbelieved arizen as we see around about us we the beings thinking we were put here, by no will of our own, okeh? Hard for me to agree, for I was a self-willed child, on the earth of 1954, made unspoil-able, by my measure, sould, so whatever I touch prospers, it does not turn to gold, but time, precious years in days proving once more, the way of life remains reproof of instructions, glitches gitinin, gremlins ist-hextical real messages, say measure twice, cut once, keep plenty of spare teleo-smores, say again - whisper- find the answer - DID is the strategy, not the disability. Gitcheractagethah, adam henry….haul *** Call the cops. I shot the sheriff. Renegade boomers, eh? You seen some, h'eabouts? Hunter people, no-sense talk babblers, yon der here we come sons of them guns was left. Yep, ***** head on an old man in vietnam t'day, tells a story told since Nimrod's, time, at the briefest, least heated hate instance of one once main flow, recirculating as the water remembers, all this did happen, parts of all of us were here, in this moment, relative to you. The entire creation groans in travail awaiting… wait a minute. we did do this, as a whole. See, besides knowns lost, for their use in con structing the destructive idea given Tubal-cain. The enthrallment of Tubal-cain, you may imagine, progressed with the reiteration of the father's curse on cain, the signal emanating from the seed that knows the cost of dying. Cain and Able, well, we have a few ways that tale makes the sense. Have no fear, all that is past understanding, it cannot crush you. Commoners hold the common sense, rule of reality. Peace outward. The commons are in fine shape, fret not, we got some old peacemakers smoking flower, blowing smoke up monstrosity's assine suggestion that I die.